The new computer is still giving me fits. I've decided to ignore it for a while. I'll spend today writing and trying to finish up a couple of little items yet to be seen to.
We were advised to put together a note book for the executor of our wills, a terrific idea by the way,
of insurance policies, bank account numbers, copies of our wills, anything that pertains to the settling of our estates. I have one or two more items to add to it and it's then complete. I can give it to the executor or my DH can give it to our executor when it's closer to the right time.
I'll admit at night, I get the feeling it won't be much longer and then in the morning after a good night's sleep, I swear the diagnosis is all wrong. (grinning) Wonder what my doctor would say if I told him I was sure he missed the boat.
I did that once before. He kept insisting I have an EKG and I kept telling him, bragging in a way, "We don't have heart trouble in our family!" Boy was I wrong on that one. Hence the double heart bypass of last year, well in 2012. I sure did have heart trouble. Of course I apologized. And he accepted it gracefully. I can't help but wonder what he would do if I marched into his office in the morning and said, "Hey, Doc, you got this cancer thing all wrong!" Do you think I better run or duck or both? Probably both! Knowing him, he'd throw up his hands and say he went to medical school, I didn't. And he would be right. But you gotta wonder!
Allison, ready to start on the next book.