Okay, Okay, We Give Up!

Hello, Everybody!

What can we say? This has been the pits of a week! You know that the week started off with the tile people NOT showing up. We could handle that. Then Ellen had her biopsy. We could handle that. Then she fell at Sharon's house. It was very frightening, BUT we could handle that. On Thursday, she got some wonderful news that the biopsy results were good. There wouldn't have to be more surgery. That put a smile on both of our faces. Then today, not only did we discover that the tile men left a defective tile in the middle of the kitchen, but when Sharon went back to the hand surgeon expecting a good report, she got bad news! Now we have had it! 2008 is not starting out so great for either of us.

When Sharon went back to the doctor this morning, he looked at the skin graft and was very proud of his handiwork, BUT he saw the lump at the superior end of the scar. We had noticed that, but Ellen thought it was just a little pocket of pus that had solidified. Wrong!! The doctor said that the squamous cell cancer had resurfaced. NOT NICE! He immediately took Sharon to surgery, and dug out this mass. So now she has this new set of stitches with the same admonitions as before. That is her hammering hand. She had just finished cutting new moulding for her kitchen breakfast area, painting it, and was ready to put it all back. She was just devastated. That is her hammering hand!!! We know we said that already. We are ready for some good news for a change.

On Saturday, we will put back as much as we are able. Ellen has even gotten Paul to holler at Sharon when she lifts something she shouldn't. Tonight, Ellen's son, Joe, brought us a bottle of wine and we commiserated with him for awhile. We are usually very optimistic girls, but this week has taken the wind out of our sails. Sharon has to go back to the doctor in two weeks to have the stitches removed. What more can we say?

This weekend is our annual shopping trip to Albuquerque. (We always go on Martin Luther King weekend.) May next week be a better week for us.

Until next time. . . . . . . . . . .