Happy 4th of July from Cowboy Bill and Diamond Lil

We're having a wonderful 4th of July. Our cowboy is slowly but definitely getting a little bit stronger each day. His appetite has increased a tiny smidgeon, too. We've cooked out ribs and chicken (I'm the BBQ cook; Bill is the appreciative audience), and we've entertained a little visitor one day, named Koko, the white wonder poodle, and we both love the books we're reading, and there's golf and baseball on TV. This is Billybob's idea of heaven on earth.

I'm having a blast reconnecting with all my friends from high school this summer. There were 1,049 students JUST in our graduating class--3,500 in the high school. It was like a complete city! Many of us have now found our way onto Facebook and have our own reunion page, and it's one of the funnest things I've ever experienced.

Now that my caregiver role is greatly diminished by our cowboy's delightful remission, I'm returning to the activities I enjoyed before The Great Interruption occurred in Billybob in January 2009. I'm walking, gardening, weight lifting, interval training on the treadmill, and hiding behind the hedge throwing eggplants at strangers who walk past our house. JUST WANTED TO SEE IF YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION. Of course I don't throw eggplants. Cucumbers* are much cheaper. [*Can you tell I'm reading Nicholas Nickleby, with the vegetables flying over the hedge? GOG AND MAGOG! GOG AND MAGOG! Funniest scene in all of literature.]

The cowpoke still has trouble with aspects of his body: lots of nausea, metal taste in his mouth, fatigue, breathlessness, turning white, almost fainting, sudden drenching sweats, little fun things like that. But he bought a bag of used golf balls, and every day he drives to the end of the cul de sac and hits a few into the woods. He SO hopes to golf this summer.

Nothing scheduled medically for this week. So I'll write again on Sunday for the holding pattern plan. You know by now that "Sunday" might mean "Monday." oops!

Love to you all and thank you for reading this.

And before I forget: now that your prayers for Bill can relax a little, if YOU have any prayers you'd like prayed, please email them to us. Bill is an incredible pray-er. He prays a long time for his list of names every SINGLE day of his life, and loves to add things to the list. I try to be good about praying, too, but no one could keep up with him! (He's a saint, like, I think, really! In addition to being the nicest, kindest, sweetest, funniest, smartest person I've ever known in my whole life. But don't get me started. I love him too much!)

LOVE AND HUGS!