...there is nary a photo in my camera that has naught to do with my surgery scar so I will spare all of you that miserable sight. All that to say..no pics this week!
There is a palpable excitement in the air here. Anticipation and excitement growing, laughter and whispered secrets flowing, visions of food and fun and shared memories. The season is upon us. Those of you that live in this area know what I am talking about...not the season of giving, no, the season of s.n.o.w.
We usually get one big snow storm a year. I know, talk about a bunch of babies, but this year with La Nina we are expecting a rather harsh winter and already it has not disappointed. It's been snowing all day. Schools are cancelled for the morning and there are huddled whispers of having to postpone the Holiday. You have never seen such a frenzy as would occur when snow is in the forecast. Where are the chains??!
Surgery, surgery, where to start. It started with a quick trip to the operating room to have this infernal thyroid cancer removed and ended with me spitting out my two, new, front teeth. (The one's I had to have capped after breaking them off biting into a frozen three musketeer bar at Halloween). Between that and my new-found allergy to latex the surgery was the easy part.
We will know more Tuesday when the pathology is back and I have a follow-up appointment. Then onward to the dentist for some new, 'new' front teeth and Thanksgiving at my daughters' house...what about you?