My Fake Little Brother

I wish I’d worn Bow Tie o’ the Day that day. 🙃 Bishop Travis and I grew up more like siblings than like aunt and nephew. He’s been on my mind non-stop since I scheduled my surgery. In 2013, Trav received a pancreas and kidney transplant.  He carries both the blessings and the burdens of his life being saved as a result of another family’s tragedy. My surgery doesn’t compare to his. But my surgery research says I’ll likely get an identical scar. Siblings-in-scars, forever! 〰 😷 There’s a cape for that. 😉

Didn’t Vote? You’ve Lost Your Griping Rights.

Bow Tie o’ the Day announces: Your “to-cut-or-not-to-cut-my-head-hairs” votes have been tallied. Votes from Facebook, emails, texts, and the website say you don’t want me to chop off my hairs before surgery. It appears most of you want to torture me by making me grow my head fur until I’m Rapunzel. I’m warning you, the process won’t be pretty. But I accept the will o’ the people. You have spoken, and so I will suffer hairily until you’re satisfied, and then I’ll machete my hair to smithereens again. 🙃 💇 🗡