Reflecting on our whole Mayo
Clinic expedition that seems as
though it began months and months
ago, Mike truly has not had anything
to speak of to eat, with respect to
our first night here when he, Luke, and I
ate at Sweet Tomatoes. He was dying
for a Wiki Waki Salad from the Islands
when Grandy and Bobby were here
and that is when he had to have
his pancreas biopsies. After that, it
has seemed he has pulled one
stint after another and had to have
one surgery after another.
After much, ado, and in order to
celebrate before his BIG surgery
tomorrow . . . clear liquids, jello, and
applesauce have arrived. I think he
was so excited and happy that he
just sat there and looked at them
a bit before he imbibed. Anyhow,
he is one happy little camper now
that he can have little cups of
num-nums. He is truly fits the pic
of the hospital patient with a cup
of jello in one hand and blood clot
suphose on his legs.
. . . for better or for worse!
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