I woke up with a lot of belly pain. It just kept getting worse. Finally after a couple of hours, I took pictures. OMG! It had gotten bigger and looks worse already.
I sent emails to the doc and hospice. It feels like my guts are wanting to break through.
As I write this, I am watching the funeral of Trooper Ellsworth. He was 32 and had a wife and 3 sons. He was directing traffic around a downed power line when hit by a car. Heather turns 33 on the first and has 3 sons. I was able to make it to 60. If I live that long, I will be 61 in January. It makes me sad that some people never make it this far. I feel really sad for the trooper’s loved ones.