Don, I haven't been in because I had a bad reaction to the dye in the CT scan. Christmas day I spent in bed, not realizing it was a reaction to the dye. John and Tim were afraid I was dehydrated so Tim was going around the area trying to find a gas station open where he could buy some Gatorade or other drinks in that category. We kept discussing whether to go to the ER or what. I was having a great deal of difficulty breathing and was almost unable to swallow even a tiny bit of drink. The weakness was terrible, too. I didn't want to frighten the boys by going to the hospital so in the middle of the night, I'm sure it was the Lord who woke me up and directed me to check Google to see if there was any information about the dye. Was there ever! I remembered then the technician saying, "You may have a reaction to the dye. Some people do." And sure enough, in the article I read it listed difficulty breathing and swallowing and terrible weakness. I cannot tell you how relieved I was because I knew that would pass. I had felt so bad all day that I even went over my will, my obituary and a sheet of instructions if I should die soon. It scared John half to death. I did get on Facebook because I had to keep in touch with my relatives, especially since I hadn't been able to send out Christmas cards this year. Thank you to those of you who sent Christmas cards to us. I feel bad that I wasn't able to reciprocate. I haven't yet received a report on the CT scan of my abdomen, but the procedure for looking down my throat with a scope and looking around my esophagus has been scheduled for Jan 15. I have no idea what will follow but John feels sure surgery will be necessary.
I'll try to do better about posting. Over the holidays I felt so overwhelmed that I frankly was glad when the fireworks over the ocean last night indicated that the holidays were finally over.
(singing): "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know;
Fills my every longing, keeps me singing as I go."