On Easter weekend of this year we were in the midst of assisting in the move of our eldest Daughter, and by assist I mean we mostly drove vehicles between houses and did a bit of unpacking. It was during this time that my crazy ear problems ensued.

One ear opened up and started draining. A visit to the Dr. on Monday morning provided an antibiotic and assurance that it was just a general infection and nothing more. 2 weeks later and it's still draining so a return visit added nothing new but a pat on the back and a payment.

One month later and this confound-it  ear is still draining. A little pressure from me to the N.P. to see the E.N.T. and a visit was scheduled. This one was a little more enlightened and a culture was preformed along with treatment. Results concluded that it was M.E.R.S.A. and a C-T scan would be needed to confirm that it had not invaded the bone.

Results were returned and confirmed that it had in fact gone into the bone and referral was made to the Henry Ford Hospital.

Surgery is one week away and preparations have been made. The bone behind my ear will be removed along with my hair on that side. The hair, not so worried. It will grow back. The bone will not be replaced and therefore will in time be more noticeable. "caving in", I believe was the term used but again my hair will cover that portion, so no worries.

Besides being creep-ed  out by mersa, it's a little unnerving having nothing between my skin a vessel here and there and my brain.

My nightly prayer consists of Thank you God for a wonderful life, and my beautiful Children and Grand Children and my amazing  husband.

 1969 on a fall Sunday afternoon, I was sitting by myself enjoying the last few hours of a weekend. My Sister the avid reader, came bouncing down the stairs bringing me a book that she was sure I would enjoy. You'd have thought she knew me better but apparently not. I hated reading! If forced well then maybe. But I certainly wouldn't have picked one up on my own.
She did it! Hooked me! I was sopping up the abridged version of, "Mrs. Mike", by Benedict and Nancy Freedman. The story of Katherine Mary Flannigan. A story about a 16 year old that left Boston MA. for the Northwest territory in Canada. A True love story. Not just a sappy drama, but a story of Love, courage, and tenderness.
Now some 40ish. years later and the same Readers Digest condensed book was in the discarded book section of the library. Just reliving those days brings fondness to my heart. Not for just the book but mostly for a Sister that cared about my ability to read and focus.

Still waiting.

There are times when Doctor's offices are so exasperating. You call and are directed to press the following number to receive the front desk. Then hold for the next available secretary. All the while the worst possible music with static is assaulting your ears. After she picks up you are then directed to the nurse whom may or may not get back with you by the end of the day. I realize there more patients then me but for Crying out loud, hire enough people to answer the phone. One of these days I'm going to tell them my time is just as important as theirs is. Just not now. I have to wait until I get better.