This was the big week: son Brian and I were all set to fly to NY Tuesday and spend two nights and three days there. Brian loves photography and food–he was excited. But then my GI tract went rogue.
I’ve learned not to miss my cancer support group meetings. I was gone one week and found they’d nicknamed me “Sunshine” in my absence. Heartfelt, I’m sure. But now I’ve also learned not to go to church without Liz. She said she didn’t feel up to it last Sunday, so I went by myself. When I got home, she had a big smile. And a puppy picked out. Continue reading “Another puppy, another book milestone, another appointment”