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Notes from July 12

 Just checking in! Thank you for all the love and blessing sent our way. My sister was here yesterday and we watched a couple movies. It was nice. She has been a great support for us and are thankful to have had her so close. I am blessed by the love of long and dear friendships. Cathy Moore (Cathleen Van Egmond) and Ann Winters (Celia Winters), came to sit with me over the weekend. This too was a comfortable and pleasant way to spend time. Today, I am home alone. I am in need of a break today. My mind has been on full speed since diagnosis day and I seem to be nonetheless, any the less. So, George got me all settled in before he left for work this morning and I am content to just be. George is home for the next 3 days and we are both looking forward to taking a much needed long breath. This has been a very busy week as life and work continues regardless. Healing, from what our little minds can hold, looks to be coming along well. The drainage from the breasts continues but has become less on both sides, the bandage changes also show no signs of drainage, physically I feel stiff and understandably sore, all in all… I feel good. Thank you for your continued prayers and love. I know where my blessings lie and I thank God for you daily. Hope all is well with you and yours. Know you are remembered in love!!

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