A quick update:
We saw the surgeon today, and surgery is scheduled for February 19. The surgeon really put our minds at ease. It's always great to talk to someone who knows what they're talking about. He seems to believe that Sharon can come through the surgery and the treatment in pretty good shape, with minimal to zero changes to her quality and longevity of life.
I believe, with all my heart, that this is an answer to prayers -- so many prayers, from so many places. That kind of faith has real power. And for that, I owe each of you so much. Our lives were rocked with the diagnosis of cancer, and now our lives have been touched, and changed forever by the generosity and kindness of all of you.
You have my eternal gratitude.
365: Week 5
January 29: The Big Red Dog. No this isn't Clifford. He (she? I've never been good with stuffed dog anatomy) is my wife's companion dog, to get her through the tough times ahead. A gift from her mother (we can't have real dogs).
January 30: She's only 5. At five I could barely ANSWER a phone. Actually, when I was five, we were talking about the far distant future when we would have phones like the one in Emma's hands. No it's not her phone. Geez, give me a little credit.
January 31: I went to the wild bird refuge, and all I got was this stupid seagull! Actually, we saw some hawks and some falcons, and a huge mass in a far away tree that had to be an eagle...but they're all so dang fast or far away. This is a CALIFORNIA gull by the way. It's the UTAH state bird. Go figure. You eat a few crickets and save my Mormon ancestors from starvation, and they make you the State bird.
February 1: Did I mention that she is only 5? Emma was making her mother "beautiful," and saved a little for herself. I was going to take a picture of my cheek, after they both kissed me -- but they didn't look so much like sexy lips as a gaping wound on my face. Notice Emma got as much lipstick on the end of her nose as she did on her lips.
February 2: You can NOT infer things to your children. "Matt, do not play in the snow or puddles with your tennis shoes on. I don't want them to get wet."
Notice, there is no explicit mention of muddy bogs. He actually lost this shoe, had to come home and get his snow boots on, and go back to extract it from the mire.
February 3: The beatings will continue until morale improves. I don't work at a prison, or a jail. I work at a moving company. A while back we had some stuff stolen from vehicles in the parking lot. My employer put up a fence. And then added barbed wire. It does NO good. Why? Because the fence is only across the drive ways. We still get vehicles stolen from time to time -- they just drive across the grass. All but the world's DUMBEST criminals can just walk around the fence.
The barbed wire just makes it feel a little more like prison for those of us that work there.
February 4: I come in peace.
I was wandering around my front yard looking for a picture to take, so I could post this.
Hey, I never said they would all be great.
Come back next week, same bat time, same bat channel!