My son, Cameron arrived a few days ago in preparation to drive me to Denver and be there during surgery. We’ve had snowstorms for two days and bitter cold. We only ventured out to get groceries, in case we would
My days consist of the same, daily routine. I try to walk, depending on this fickle weather which is, at times, too cold, too windy, too muddy. Our regular winter weather. The monotony is only broken by short trips to
The days drag on with no news of surgery date. Everyone is in limbo. Both of my computers had crashed with serious ‘Trojan’ virus and so I was without any communication for several days. When I went to pick up
The next day I went about my business when the phone rang. It was my doc. He chastised me, once again and I answered the thoughts I’d had, yesterday. Before I could launch into the financial aspects, he told me
Since I’ve not heard from anyone, nor from anywhere, I’ve had to make my own decisions. No news from Germany, either. (?) But then, they have Sibirian weather there and perhaps the words froze mid -flight in Cyberpsace. Or, it
Since the last 12 days and most them of them without any word from Denver camp nor Montrose, I had Dr. D’s words running incessantly around my head. ‘Maybe we can’t remove this tumor surgically.’ I was in a deep shock. So,
After I had some time to rest and think, I became pro-active once more. Gloria from medical records at my local Dr’s called me, to assure me that she did, indeed, send the records. I, in turn assured her that
January 14. I write that to keep track. I’ve been sick for almost exactly two weeks, and in a sense I feel like I’ve missed 2012. I’m in the city now, that singular city, Manhattan. Standing before my MacBook Air
Laurel, Carrie and I, left January 10th a little late but still in good time to get to Denver. Only had one pit stop in Silverthorn but boy was it frigid! Icy wind blowing and I was worried about the rest
