I've been complaining continually since the beginning of the year, probably not a good idea. I griped about the rainy weather, then the wind that dried out the ground and blew in the pollen. I griped about being stuck on the 26th floor at Houston Methodist Outpatient Center when the weather was delightful outside. After a low score on his Pulmonary Function Test, the transplant center called us back to Houston repeatedly for further testing...I fussed. Ol' Abner suffered a nosebleed that would not end, in a Holiday Inn, and I griped about having to explain to the housekeeping supervisor that no murder had occurred in that room. After I griped about having to spend so much time in Houston, I complained about a week of finding a Ear Nose and Throat specialist, and arriving for additional tests closer to home. These have been my horrible thoughts lately, and I must say I should be ashamed of myself. Don't ever say it cannot get worse. It just did!
Strangely enough, Ol' Abner and I are at peace now. We have answers, not good ones, but the questions are now more of what to do about it instead of "what is it?". We will see an oncologist later today and map out a plan to cure the cancer that has been found growing in his native lung. As for me, I plan to stop complaining!
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