This morning I underwent an ERCP (full anasthesia, scope down your throat, messing around in your liver) to add a second stent. It will help clear out the sludge that had accumulated recently and caused me to turn a winning shade of yellow. The procedure was a slam dunk, and now I'm on track for my big one next Thursday--which happens to be my dad AND Neil's dad's birthdays. Another auspicious sign.
I am feeling great, and all is well. Neil and the kids just biked down to the store and made giant milkshakes out of some of the glorious peaches and blackberries they found. Yu-um. I love Friday afternoons. The weekend is upon us and we have nothing scheduled.
We're really glad to have had such strong support from all our friends lately. You know who you are. It's been a rough few months, for sure. And I have lots more work to do. But once again (for the hundredth time. The thousandth?), we are ready.