|Because you can NEVER have too many hospital bracelets|
Last week, I felt like crap. Lethargic, cranky, It was a struggle to get up and go to work every day. By Thursday I knew I had serious issues, so I took Friday off and started making phone calls. My oncologist told me to get to the nearest ER immediately, which I did. My Hemoglobin was at "4" and its supposed to be at "12."
I ended up getting another blood transfusion, an upper endoscopy and a colonoscopy, but this time they figured out I was losing blood from bleeding ulcers in my stomach. I'm on all kinds of new medication. And was finally released in time to see the first night of the Democratic National Convention. Whoot!
Steve is finally out of the neck brace and is back in graduate school. We had great plans for a Labor Day barbeque/anniversary celebration until I ended up in the hospital.
19 years married - September 5. We'll have rice pudding by candlelight and count our blessings.