There's a couple in my life - two exceptionally fine people. They are Andy & Sue.

They do a lot of thinking on my behalf and I'm grateful, because they think of good things. Um, better than good. Fabulous!


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But some back story first regarding you-know-what.

The other day when I was with Dr. Martin, she asked how long I thought I would live. Being the sardonic quipster I can sometimes be (Hey! I heard that!), I said, "It all depends on the authoritative influence in my life at any given moment. I might only have 12 hours left. But truth is, I'm on quicksand here. I don't know anymore, but I've set a goal. I want to be here in 9 months for my son's wedding."

Dr. Martin is good. She's very, very good. There wasn't one patronizing tic or raised eyebrow or muffled guffaw. She agreeably acquiesced.

I'm no dummy, though. Well, maybe I am, because I'm sticking to that goal.



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Back to Andy & Sue.

I received this email the other evening. Add an Australian accent as you read it:

Tonight Andy and I were chatting, and he came up with an idea. We will drive you to David's wedding in the RV. You won't have to move, you'll have your oxygen concentrator on the whole time. Have a nice queen bed in the back. We'll park overnight at a motel. Andy and I will shack up, and you'll be parked outside our door.

Other than getting in when we leave and out when we arrive. (and to and from the loo). you'll just be sitting back enjoying the scenery and won't have to exert any additional energy. give it some thought as time goes on...

I told you they were great thinkers. Of course my first thought was, "I wonder if shacking up means the same in Australia as it does here?"

OMG! If at all possible, this offer makes the wedding possible!

To clarify any concerns the Fritsches might have if they read this blog entry, we will not resemble Cousin Eddie and his entourage.










Andy & Sue's RV is a 5 Star hotel on wheels with every amenity possible. Seriously.


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The other day Sue shared that Andy was concerned I might not have a proper flashlight. The guy has good instincts. The flashlight by my bed was purchased 8 years ago on sale at the dollar store with a 150% discount. I suspect the batteries are oozing some primordial toxic goo. Anyway, boy howdy did Andy take care of his flashlight concerns! Here are some photos.
















What does it remind you of? Yes! I thought the same thing... Yankee Stadium!

It also has a bonus feature of doubling as a heat lamp to keep my coffee warm. Brilliant!

All kidding aside, thanks Andy and Sue ever, ever so much.

Sue was with me during the early morning hours in Santa Fe when I realized I had IPF. I'd had trouble breathing. At the ER I asked for the written report of my CAT Scan. As soon as I read the report, I knew. Sue has been with me every step of the way. Always cheerful and generous and kind and patient.

Again, thank you both for casting a dream for me to reel in.



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I can't close without posting this photograph of Chase, my eldest. He came to Nashville to meet with Dr. Martin. Dear friend, Nancy Bradshaw chauffeured. Afterwards we had lunch at the Firefly Grille.

Our meeting with the Hospice/Palliative care doctors had been intense with seriousness, but lunch was divine with sidesplitting laughter.

I am one lucky woman.