A Farewell to the Great Aunt Flow.....

She was so faithful. I'd known her since I was 13. She visited me religiously each month. She would always come when she said she'd come. She hardly ever kept me waiting. She was faithful that way. In fact, I could really gage a lot about myself, sometimes, too much based on her visits. Sometimes, in anticipation of her visits I'd grow anxious, even weepy, especially hungry with a need to eat and make food for the masses. Aunt Flow hardly ate, but boy did I in anticipation of her visits. Kind of like my dog Shelby, Aunt Flow got tougher to deal with as she got older. I dont' mean to disrespect her by comparing her to my dog. I LOVED my dog. Anyway, she just got more difficult. Her stays were still faithful, but my goodness they were exhausting and taxing. I found myself on a constant stream of Motrin when in her presence. Well, Aunt Flow has flown the coop. She has paid me an estimated 288 visits. I have loved her consistancy, her provision and I welcome her demise; knowing we are all headed to happier more comfier places in life. I bid farewell to my dear Aunt Flow.... 1981-2008

THIS PIC IS ACTUALLY PRE-OP

THIS PIC IS ACTUALLY PRE-OP

Post-op-o-liscious!
I was in the operating room by 12, out by 3:20 and in the car for home before 6! AMAZING
huh? I am home and happily recouperating. Thanks for the prayers and well wishes. Love to all!