Leann's surgery was yesterday and I worried about her all day.

I took Sarah shopping. Her birthday is coming, so it seemed appropriate. I conned her into letting me buy her a few things and those few things meant so much to her. It's cool to be able to do that for friends.

Leann called me this morning. She can't drink anything, so her voice was raspy. She sounded like she was in pain and on a lot of drugs.

They gave her a hysterectomy because of the ovarian cancer. She's got a colostomy bag -- to her dismay. They tried to remove the fluid from her lung area. They said she only gets 4 weeks to recover and then they start chemo. That infamous "they," huh?

I felt rather powerless, but said I'd be there to do anything she needed. She said she didn't really want guests today, so I said I'll visit tomorrow without Genny. Apparently, she's hooked up to a lot of machines, and I don't think I'd like Genny to see that and wig out.

I told her that we were all praying for her and had mentioned her in dinner prayer on Saturday night.

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In other news, I've got bronchitis. Some people get a monkey on their back, but I get a gorilla who sits on my chest (and farts!). At least, I am not on prednisone! I'm counting my blessings for that!

I'm sleeping somewhat better. Not tons better, but better. I figure that's nice progress. I had a great day yesterday except for the feeling like crud thing. I could have had a massage every 2 hours, a facial, and a dip in a hot tub, I think I'd still have felt crappy. I just was tired and worn and needed my blankie.

Just shaddup. My son admitted to having a blankie, so I can, too.