* * * * * * * * It's hard to believe Jimmy's sick* * * * * * *
Jimmy and Jamey and an ice chest full of popsicles, waiting to be admitted to the hospital
* * * *above, Jimmy's bed; below, my bed * * * *
(* * * * ** A Room With A View * * * * * *
We were processed in today to begin serving our sentence. If Jimmy behaves himself, we'll be placed under house arrest in the apartment for two more months, and then on indefinite parole.
Jimmy had his first dose of melphalan at the infusion center this afternoon, then we checked into the hospital. No side effects so far.
2 comments:
No selectcomfort mattress for you. Did the popsicles make it to the room still frozen?
Thinking of you with love.
Think of it as a marathon...one step at a time.
love to you both
glenda and griffin
I am truly thinking of you both at this time and pray deeply that your 'good' faculties will serve you well to get the strength to overcome the bad stuff. Ellen, that bed is the same bed I spent many nights in, peace and courage to you both. Love, Lyle
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