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@j-a-penrose Well, hey. At least it’s five years..!

Thank you! 🙂 She’s doing much better now. She goes back to MD Anderson later this year, I think, for a checkup, but they’ve moved the time between checkups to something like 18 months instead of the twice-a-year thing there at first after they let her come home. It’s been a long, hard few years, but so far, we’ve been blessed that it shows no sign of coming back. Sorta on the topic of our “grandmother’s hands” story, I remember me and my brother, we would have been 9 and 5, respectively, staying at our Granny’s house while Daddy was up in Houston with Mama the week of her surgery. It was something like a 36-hour process, and I remember she called us that evening, right before they were going to start. She told us she loved us and all that, be safe, etc. I couldn’t sleep much that night, knowing that that might be the last time I’d ever talk to her. It was scary. I didn’t really understand it much, being 9, but I knew enough to be scared. Then that next Sunday, Daddy came back down for church, and drove me and my brother up to see her. It was the first time since my birth that I’d been in a hospital, and I was scared of the smell of whatever they use to sterilize everything, scared of the white walls and the tired-looking people in the waiting rooms. Scared of the way Mama looked in that blue plastic gown with all the tubes and wires everywhere. Scared of the way her voice sounded, weak and tired. But her smile. Her smile was the happiest thing I’d seen in a while.

I just realized I didn’t mean to write all that. It just kinda flowed out. I never realized I guess just how good it feels to talk about it. Even though I feel like we’re through with the scary part, and it’s been five years, it feels nice to write it out. All the emotions. Anyways, I just read the doc and it’s wonderful. I agree with whoever it was up there who said that it feels better with the girl. Beautiful work!