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Smoothies (the healthy ones) will sometime in the far-away future get a third and final chance. If I gag or heave or even slightly grimace, they will go alongside my mental list of things to stay away from (like coffee).

My cousin Rachel, while sick from chemo and losing her hair, is remaining positive and focused, and we're rejoicing that the edges of one tumor are "softer" and it appears to be getting smaller, even though she's only 1/3 through the many treatments ahead.  So thankful and relieved! Now if God will help everyone involved restore a relationship or two, we can rejoice for the beginning of another miracle.

Mom's test came back with answers we wanted to hear. :) Happy, happy dance! No further scar tissue development from the last "surgery mishap", no bulging mesh creating pockets of infection, and no cancer lesions. The repeated infection is most likely coming from her sjrogen's (an auto-immune disorder) and the doc has some potential solutions that don't require immediate surgery. So thankful, as her body has been through enough!

I'm still fighting side effects from the Vitamin D meds my doctors have me taking, but thankfully the headaches are responding better to ibuprofen and are only lasting a day to a day and a half now instead of 2-3 days. I'm hoping my body is just feeling less shocked by the high doses and that I'll start noticing a difference in the next two weeks.

And while I'm not up to my goals on the quilts I need to be doing, I am making progress on things. :)

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