
Lois' spot is growing smaller, puckering into a small scar. The doctor's predicted 6 months to heal. I don't think it will take that long to be visually gone.
Simply a family log of typical and new things to keep folks up to date.
Sinister-looking enough to delay and cancel schools, this lovely morning brought to you by: God. Winter and Spring were in supportive roles. There was light fog, light snow, and pearly glistening white on the trees and bushes.
Another day and the spot gets better. The piece of flesh that was bad is gone ... now, alone there is a slowly healing spot. The great storm of Jupiter can be seen, I think. Lois was feisty today, tired of not sleeping well, being ill, and not being herself. She was a bit overdone.

As you can see, the area is healing nicely. The yellowish "gunk" will become dead nasy scab. From dead skin to protective layer, each day it gets better. If you didn't read the prior posts ... this was a small bit of cancer, but it was removed months after discovery. It wasn't growing or "dangerous" enough to remove before the knee surgery. Lois has a way of making the hospitals money.
The morning started with a squirrel on the feeder, apparently not satisfied with the food on the ground. Feed me more, she chittered, but I did not respond.
Here are Lois and Beth dressed to go to the funeral. He is the father of Beth's friend and fellow classmate. Thomas and Lois returned and Beth went to get coffee with another friend there, Marie who still lives near Fort Wayne. As a side note, Beth isn't this tall. She's wearing thirty inch heels. Okay, she's wearing heels, not thirty inch ... maybe thirteen.
Thomas quickly read a health report then started the car on this bright, solomn day. It was cold, but people were happy to see each other. Damn these sad days! Too often we meet friends and loved ones because of grief, not joy.

