Something Bow Tie And I Talked About

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I debated whether or not to have my PANCREATICODUODENECTOMY. If I were alone, I’m pretty sure I’d skip the surgery, and just mosey on along until my mosey-er couldn’t mosey anymore. But I’m not alone. I profoundly affect Suzanne’s happiness meter. I’ve been clear with her that my surgery is for her, far more than it is for me. We would all die for our families. But do we LIVE for them– really, really LIVE for them, every day? We should. ๐Ÿค ย ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆย ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆย ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆย ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆย ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘งย ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆย ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง,ย etc.

Odds And Ends To Occupy My Head

Colonel Sanders Bow Tie o’ the Day and I hate waiting, even when surgery is only 2 weeks away. I’m a tough broad, like my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless, but I admit I’m kinda scared. (Not scared of the surgery itself, cuz I’ll be asleep. ๐Ÿคก) To distract myself from thinking about the seriousness of the operation, I’m listing things I’ll need/want in the hospital. Notebooks, pens, books, Skitter, a DNR, etc. One thing I am NOT packing is a bra! Ah, the pure, blissful freedom of being bra-less!ย ๐Ÿ—’ย ๐Ÿ–‹