Another Update

It's been a bit hectic around here. Thanksgiving was great. Food was outstanding. Sar had a bite of everything except turkey. She ate a big piece of pecan pie before the meal but I didn't complain. Glory's done a bang up job of making Sar's favorite foods. Appetite comes and goes - always glad to see her eat anything these days.

The health story: Briefly, the chest pain isn't as frequent which is the good news but when it happens it just about knocks her out. This makes all of us crazy and worried as hell. It can last a couple of minutes but once in a while, it goes on for what seems like an eternity. We administer crushed aspirin, call the doc, etc.

There are a few other concerns. Sar's on a round of antibiotics. We see the doc in a few days for another series of tests that will let us know whether these meds are working or she needs to have exploratory surgery. The imp's showing a bit of fatigue - hasn't given the medics a hard time except to tell them there is no statue of limitations for any harm or hurt they might inflict. The medics take a look at me, at Bull, at Max and acknowledge the warning. Mia bambina has not lost any nerve.

The "old" Sar pops up regularly. It's winter here, a bit of light snow, deer at the saltlick, frisky weather. She's restless, wants to be out in it. That's not happening on my watch. There's not enough snow to make snow people. We could get quite a bit of it this weekend; the imp is hopeful. I promised a sleigh ride if she behaves.

The kitchen is off limits for cooking and baking but my wife can manipulate most people. The imp managed to sit at the table and ice cookies. Glory says this brings back memories of when Sar was a child learning how to bake. She says Sar would ice a cookie, eat 2, ice another, etc. Sounds like my girl.

Sar's family will stay here for the rest of the month if surgery is the way we go. Otherwise, they'll head down to New Orleans to Christmas with friends. Alli and family have gone home to Chicago but Alli will return in a week or so.

We're making Christmas preparations. Sar's directing the decorating from the couch, barking orders like a general. Fortunately, she nods off often. When that happens I pick her up, take her upstairs and have her to myself for a while.

Will let you know what's next. We're weighing our options for getting a handle on fixing what's wrong. Sar's sick of the tests, probes, meds and all the other medical stuff.

For now it's a bit of a challenge keeping her calm, rested and doing as little as possible. The dogs as well as the damn cats shadow her every move, growl/hiss when I shove them away. I keep the bedroom door locked at night so I can keep her to myself.

Also want to add our thanks for the electronic cards, emails and notes. Your words of support are much appreciated.

Cowboy