I always enjoy reading your posts, even when they’re sort of “deja vu all over again” – your account of finding your way through the hospital maze reminds me of Roper Hospital down in Charleston.

Also, I had to laugh out loud about the uselessness of the word “early” in Spanish – one of the first Spanish words I learned was on the big refrigerator clip that looked like an old fashioned clothes pin, which my father used to accumulate his bills – it was labeled in large type “MANANA” – which my Dad correctly pronounces “manYAAAHnah”.

Anyway, good health to you, and I’ll ask my church fellowship to include you in our prayer list.

>>No, it was a temporary procedure in which a balloon was inserted into my stomach.  In several months it will be followed by a stomach resection.

The Southron