The cure

My dearest Indian friends are trying to cure me with food.
My oldest son definitely thinks that the humidifier is going to heal me.
My sweetest friend is saving me with service.
Meanwhile, my good ol' doctor is helping me with poison.
And the rest are praying.

Well, well, well...

Where have we been?  The short answer is "on the East Side," which took a great deal of energy and time, "and in the bathroom."  Ha!  Yes, I'm just going to leave it at that.

This has been such an important time for our family and I've failed miserably to document it.  I mean, the French came and went,

the Japanese arrived, Rob went to Belgium,

the birthdays have gone on, the children have made snowmen, snow forts and gone sledding at every snow...

The Colombians came,

and we've been to the Domes, thanks to our generous neighbor.

There has been a scratched cornea ("Whoa, that's big!"),

and on and on.

Well, and now there's the Big C again, all up in my liver and spine.  So now, most of my time is spent at the hospital or in bed, whence I write this post, thanks to my generous family who updated my technology to match my condition.