Yesterday I got home from a couple of weeks in the wonderful Mater Hospital. One of the y's crackin' sons quipped that I'd been in all year. I've come home to find all is well, there's a new dishwasher, the dog ate Shorty's craft table, there is a glut of eggs.
The kids have been walking the dog/ hawking the eggs to neighbours. Best of all there is a new persona here now. In the absence of ol' Lefty, we have been delivered of a new, bouncing baby breast named Alys and my (now) C- cup runneth over.
'Tis a Christmas miracle! The surgeons that made this possible and available are truly good people.
We got some nice clear scans back too so it is looking like a lovely new chapter. Thanks for all your kind emails and comments over the last two slightly cryptic posts. Support comes in many forms, be it lycra, flowers or simply kind thoughts and wishes. Thank you, all. We hope to resume normal transmission again soon.
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