2012-04-23

In the past, this would be the week I became a widower

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Today Lady Steed had the opportunity to go get some morphine and some laproscopy. And now she's one appendix lighter.

Remarkable isn't it? That a death sentence not so many generations ago is as routine as pie?

So routine that I'm having a difficult time being as grateful as I ought to be.

But if my heart and mind are slow to realize how lucky I am, rest assured that the rest of me knows, the rest of me knows.
Thmused by Th. at 11:15 PM

6 comments:

  1. I'm so glad she is okay. How frightening that must have been. And how lucky we all are!

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  2. Best wishes to Lady Steed for a quick, easy recovery.

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  3. Life is so surprising sometimes! Best wishes to Lady Steed, I'm glad she's ok!

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  4. I'm glad she's OK too!

    After my second child, my step-grandpa (an old country doctor) remarked laconically: Well, 50 years ago you both would have been dead. I think that was supposed to be 'congratulations'

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  5. Very, very glad you are not a widower! I would have been a widow by the same thing 6 years ago...guess it runs in the fam? Get better soon LS!!

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  6. .

    Lady Steed and I completely and utterly failed to think of that when we were asked about family history.

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