|Sara on left|
|Sara, Mom, me, Connie|
|Me, Weldon, Sara, Charlie|
After her surgery, Sara took a turn for the worse. They had to put in a stunt, and then she developed a fissure. At some point she had a tracheotomy put in. During conference family was told they should prepare for the worse. They thought she would pass away in a day, but then she didn't. She went to Seattle for a special procedure; but they found it wasn't needed. They replaced the stunt. She still has the fissure, but not in as serious a place as they thought. Last week she finally had the tracheotomy removed. She still has a hole in her throat which she has to cover to talk, but I was able to call her and talk to her. We didn't talk long. She is still tired. But it was good to hear her voice. She said the hole should fill in in a couple of weeks.
This is the sister how often babysit us younger kids. She is the person who told me to stop jumping down the stairs when I jumped and hit my head on the ceiling, requiring 18 stitches. Some would say I am still dingy from that experience. I know I still have a ripple in my head, and a scar under my hair. This is the sister who married first, and made me an uncle when Buffie was born. They always lived close and I enjoyed visiting their home. Often I was called upon to babysit. It was in their cupboard that I learned formula is not chocolate milk.
SO here is a formal, get well from California for my sister, Sara.