Welcome to the Christmas Letter 2019. On
Wednesday’s blog I mentioned that I was going here, but today will be the
official opening of the “Letter”.
The night of the first day of the new year should
have told me something about how our year would be. Around 10:00, shortly after
going to bed on January 1, Hubby and I each ended up in the bathroom (good
thing we have two of them). We spent the next six hours on our respective thrones, holding buckets in our laps.
Every year for the last six years or so, I’ve
chosen a “word of the year”, a word to keep in mind, to help me focus on
something, to turn to when things are unraveling. I’d chosen the word “gift”
for 2019. Hmm? That first day of the year my gift was those two toilets in the
house.
Speaking of toilets, in January, I submitted my
first Cologuard specimen, sending my stool sample to the lab to have it checked
for cancer cells. I was pretty stressed about it, as my mammogram the month
before had initially come back questionable and I had to go in for a repeat
just to be sure. The second one was totally fine. Then my bone density scan
came back border-line as well. I was thinking that I really didn’t want a third
screening test to come back abnormal, but I guess the third times a charm as my
colon is fine. (Oh, boy!)
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