Seven weeks have past and I am back to normal, …. whatever that means.
Jan has decided to help me with a special diet of cardboard and Styrofoam. As bad as it tastes, I have lost 15 pounds. Picante sauce with cardboard chips is now a highlight.
The doctors have given me some medication to test – yes, TEST, they are still practicing medicine, and I have become their very reluctant volunteer. Stick me here, stick me there and wait here, now move into the next room and wait some more. They must have tankers full of my blood somewhere in Huntsville.
I am thankful for all of the prayers and don’t have any plans to check out a second case of whatever it was!
I told everyone that I never thought it was the end … I never saw a white light. I can’t even write a book about going to heaven and returning. Pastor Dan Doty after hearing my story asked me then, “if I felt any heat?” No, and thanks a lot Pastor Dan for your vote of confidence!
We are planning a Christmas Celebration with our kids and Jan’s folks. Santa is already to fill the stockings all hung with care. We will plan some more turkey in our new Big Easy. (Another new gadget to help make turkey taste like fried turkey without the oil.)
We will post some pictures and updates as it happens.
A Merry Christmas to You and Yours!
T&J
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hey brother...i was just re-reading the last few of your posts, ending with the one about the storms that come into everyone's lives. you never knew when you were writing that article that this storm was coming, yet once again your life proved that you can have peace in the middle of the storm. it's so good to know and serve the one who sees you through them.
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