Today my dad had surgery to remove his thyroid along with a mass larger than the size of a softball... in his neck! Gross, I know. He's doing great! It looks like he had his throat slit in a gang fight, but I'm sure it will heal nicely.
After today, here's one thing I know:
I love my dad on morphine.
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Oh - poor Bill! You are too funny...glad everything is OK. I'll call you soon, I promise. Got your message...no baby yet. Miss you!! :)
Hey Sister!
So sorry about your dad! Glad he's doing okay- that must have been scary!
I've re-joined the blogging world and look forward to keeping up with you!
Hope you are doing well!
Lindsi
Please tell Bill I said hello.
Tell him I still say "porcupine" and think of him!!
WE WANT MORE BLOGS!!!!
Don't get lazy.
BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
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