Totally
random thoughts, no point to this exercise, just doing it because.
Fifty-seven
and sixty-one – ages. Just numbers,
really. Chronological – not
physical. Sometimes my knee may lock and
George may get a hitch in his get-a-long but we are still young at heart.
Thirty-two –
I think that is the head count for people at the block party last night. What a good time with special neighbors. All of them are so supportive. We are so lucky to be in such a good area.
Twelve – the
number of years we have been married (close enough… it’s only 12 or 13 days
until the actual date).
Five – the
number of couples that will be here this afternoon. That’s five work buddies with their five
spouses (we are included in that five). A
good number, five. I am one of five
children. My mom was one of five
children (and you note that I did not continue that cycle!!)
Four plus
two plus two – the number of kids, son-in-laws and grandkids we have to
date. Unofficially we actually have a couple
of more to be included in that number.
On our mind
this past month have been the following numbers…
1,000,000 –
or to put it another way, one in a million – the odds of getting Pseudomyxoma
Peritonei or carcinomatosis.
Fifty – the
number of days it has been since initial diagnosis
Twenty – the
number (or approximation) of doctors with enough experience to deal with this
cancer
Fifteen –
the number of boxes of Impact Recovery nutritional supplement that George has
had to drink this week!
Two – the number
of days until surgery
Three – the
number of days until this will all be behind us!!
15 - - The
number of years we have until our 25th anniversary, one we WILL
celebrate (there will be others in between, but 25 is a good number!)
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