I
received my official notification text from the United Kingdom the other
day. Same one Cailyn received when she
was here and Chris received while she was in the MRI machine. Seems we were all selected by the winner of
the UK lottery to receive $550,000 USD.
All we had to do was send them a little personal information. Name, address, phone number, bank account
number, shoe size. You know … the
usual. Imagine … $550,000 times
three. That’s a million and a half plus
dollars to one family. Fortunately when
Cailyn told me about hers, she had already deleted the text and blocked the
number. Smart girl. I haven’t done that yet. Don’t know how …
I
finally got my post-Corona haircut the other day. My head feels … lighter. Not in color, though. In weight.
When she asked if it was short enough, I told Suzann to err on the side
of shorter. It is much cooler up there
now, too. Oh and Chris got hers cut
yesterday. I had to walk her to the
door, though. She was still unsteady
from the MRI drug. In fact, she took
another nap after lunch (The Mexican food
dinner she slept through the day before).
Not another marathon one, though.
This one only lasted three or four hours. Long enough for me to watch a Christmas movie
… Die Hard.
Speaking
of Chris, Nathan came over yesterday to check her blood pressure. She was concerned that it was high when she
went for the MRI. Of course it was
high. Not only was she in pain, but she
was facing what for her was the scariest possible medical procedure – being encased
in a coffin-like structure. I tried to
assist her with the blood pressure cuff we have. She listened and I read the little
meter. It did come up pretty high, so I
asked Nathan to come check my work. He
brought a gift. A new-fangled blood
pressure cuff with an automatic digital read-out. It wasn’t as high that time, but was still elevated. He chewed her out for being a typical nurse /
terrible patient. He even threatened to
send April over next time. Can you
imagine? Nurse on nurse. No sympathy there. Now we’re supposed to take her pressure every
morning and evening and if it stays high or gets worse, call the doctor. Oops.
We missed last night. Don’t tell
April …
Joshua
1:9 says, “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the
Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
Father,
would you please be with Phil and Valorie as they walk through her new issues
with cancer. Give them your peace that
passes understanding. Amen.
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