The Hub is home! Yeah!!

I can stop wandering around the house aimlessly, trying not to think anything. The dog can stop stress shedding: there were little piles of dog hair every place before I went to the hospital this morning.

Thank you, ALL for your support, e-mails, prayers, good thoughts, and kind words. It did both of us a world of good to know that people were thinking of us. It made everything a lot more bearable.

While we don't yet have the results of the blood tests for the cancer markers, the fact that The Hub responded to a medical treatment for a blockage lends credence to the idea that it is just scar tissue...

He will have a colinoscopy in the next few days, which may reveal more about the problem. My brother was teasing him, since he said he had gotten a tomato that still has it's sticker on it in a salad at a local Chinese restaurant that they'd send the scope in there and find out it was the rest of the sticker :"ring on key 4"

More realistically, another possibility is that The Hub had food poisoning, and that because of the scar tissue, it caused a local recation at the site where the scarring took place. Either way, The Golden Palace, which is under new management is now completely OFF our list of places to eat!

We now return to our regularly scheduled life: where we worry about car insurance, how many show rooms took the tile, when Sears is going to have the shock absorbers for the jeep, the expense of getting the photos ready for the gallery show, fighting with PayPal to get the $ I'm owed for a trinket box I sold on line, and am I really the only person still alive who knows who Peter Lorre was?

It was amazing how important all that stuff seemed on Thursday morning and how stupid it all seemed on Friday morning....and how welcome they seem to me now. Sweet, small worries.

May we always keep such perspective!