It has to be around here somewhere, hidden among stacks of papers,  photos and slides that tell the story of your life.

You must have been in your early twenties when those beach pictures were taken.  You were so young and beautiful, smiling in your shorts and tied up shirt. Flipping through them, I can almost feel the summer sun and sand on my skin.

There are black and white snapshots of you and Dad in the early days of your marriage, beginning with your wedding day and then holding your babies.  Dad had hair that seemed to get thinner as more of us came along.

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May 18, 2017

That’s it….they’re gone, along with the cancer.

Surgery was two days ago and all went well.  There was no sign of disease in  lymph nodes and pain is minimal.

When I say minimal, I really mean ZERO.  It amazes me that they removed a part of my body…well, two parts, really….and I didn’t even need a Tylenol.  Nurses came in and asked about pain level on a scale of one to ten and I was hard pressed to express any at all.  They tell me that’s fairly normal, unless I move my arms too much.  Then all bets are off.

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