The Trip

We have always loved to travel - particularly on our stomachs. By that I mean that food is one of the most important aspects of life, both here at home and abroad. When it began to look like the end was getting near, C said that she wanted to make one last trip to someplace where we could eat shrimp fresh from the sea.

We were pondering how to make that happen when a good friend of C's sister offered the use of a beachhouse on the North Carolina coast. That was all it took. The female side of the family took charge and began to line up who would come, how, when, where, etc. It looks as though there will be twenty plus showing up to camp out at the house and help celebrate our last vacation.

The parallels with a certain movie made back in '83 are very apropo. There will be good friends, good food, good wine, and good music. I just hope she makes it.

Last week, there was some doubt. Her internal bleeding had weakened her to a dangerous degree and it was not clear that infusions of platelets (corks) and red blood cells would stem the tide. We go back to the clinic today for a check and to see if she is still losing blood intestinally. She is not feeling as bad as she did last Thursday and I am keeping my fingers crossed. She wants so badly to go on this trip.

We are scheduled to fly out on Friday. So, we will need to pack her full of platelets and RBC's on Thursday in hopes that it will hold her through the weekend until we can return the following Tuesday. If worst comes to worst, we can try to get help at the emergency room of the local hospital, but I would hate to see that happen.

Anyway, we keep our fingers crossed. To those of you who have written in, thankyou for your thoughts. To MB, a big Way To Go for donating platelets. They do make a difference - a life or death difference - to those out here like C.

More later.

P.