Well, I had my suspicions, and I was right. Spot is still there, up from his 3.5 mm to a 6. So, we have a request in for a thoracic surgical consult. That is literally all I know right now. Wait; that's not all I know. I know that I appreciate all the kind thoughts, words, and prayers. And I know I am exceedingly blessed with an amazing network of people. You're amazing. Catch you in a little while.

Love,
Barb, Joe, Anna, and Laura

Today, Joe and I travel to Houston for a Spot check. If you read the first version of this, it ended with the first sentence. Those of you who've read this blog for awhile know that I can NOT be that short, sweet, and to the point. I don't know what happened in the publication, but the rest was lost. So, here follows "the rest of the story."

I have tests and scans on Tuesday and a doc appointment on Wednesday, so we won't know anything until then. I plan on reporting to you on Wednesday though, so be patient. This past weekend, I took the inopportune time to obstruct the guts again. This time, I believe the culprit was coconut.

I was baking Laura's birthday cake on Wednesday and had a couple of nice sized spoonfuls for myself. I LOVE coconut. Or at least I did; taking that picture made me nauseous. Thursday I was OK but sensed something was wrong. Friday, I knew something was definitely wrong, and Saturday my body demanded I take action as I was bloated, in pain and throwing up. The hospital admitted me after confirming an obstruction via CT so they could support me with fluids, anti-nausea meds, and pain meds. Good pain meds are a wonder! Things cleared early Sunday morning, so I went home about noon. I am still in a decent amount of pain with noticeable bloating, so I'm going to dig out some stretchy waist pants for the trip to Houston later today. I am not looking forward to this plane ride. Keep your fingers crossed.

​See you Wednesday!