My ankle is still attached to my leg. It's still a little swollen. I have some discoloration (but it's not bad). I'll see a specialist tomorrow who I'm sure will tell me that the ankle is fine and I should be able to power shop on Friday morning starting at 5:00am. This is a ritual and I would hate to have to do it in a wheelchair. (Have you ever tried get through the isles with a cart let alone a wheelchair?) Enough said. If you're out there on Friday morning...look for me.
The cough? It's still there, though it's much better. Not so deep in my chest. My sexy raspy voice is softening. I'm actually coughing stuff up (sorry for the visual). I have a CT chest scan and a brain MRI next Friday. Again, I'm sure they will tell me I'm defying odds and everything looks great. I'll give you the update after my follow-up appointment on December 6th.
It was just about a year ago when I really started to feel cruddy with a wheezy cough and pneumonia that wouldn't go away. I'm so glad to be where I am today. Happy, feeling good, and loving life.
When my kids were little we used to share this poem (I think one of the girls wrote it)
I love you, I love you, I love you so well...
If I had a peanut, I'd give you the shell.
Though it might sound cruel to some of you, it means "I really love you". So for tonight....
If I had a peanut, I'd give you the shell,