My Littlest Man
Tomorrow my littlest man has to have surgery. It all started about last summer when I noticed some enlarged lymph nodes on his neck. (My father has non-Hodgkin lymphoma , so I am extremely paranoid cautious about this stuff.) I brought it to the attention of our doctor, but she said he had fluid in his ears and maybe it was just because he was getting sick and put him on antibiotics. But they were still there. Then I took him back in for something and mentioned it again. She looked in his ears and saw fluid in his ears again, so she put him back on antibiotics. But they were still there. Joe and I watched them for a few months, and when it was time for his well checkup, I informed her that they were still there and hadn't changed. I think it was at that time she noticed some in his groin, too. Anyway, she sent us to an Ear, Nose & Throat specialist. For some strange reason, the morning of Sawyer's first appointment, he awoke with these two large, walnut-sized glands un...
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And with all those dotty fabrics I do NOT see the exclusive "club fabric" (unless I skimmed and missed it).
DianNe - Don't ask about the exclusive club fabric. It's nothing.
May I ask if these are your recent purchases/acquisitions or from stashing over a long period of time....?
And of course, what are you gonna make out of them!
Dots! You either love them or love love them! I am somewhere in between!
Gina watches over my shoulder as I read blogs, and I have been meaning to tell you that everytime your blog opens she says she is sad for your son. She hates that he is crying in the picture. I love your picture as it seems to capture childhood perfectly, she on the otherhand empathizes with whatever your little one must have been feeling that day, too cute!
Where did all the ones in the middle come from? Those are great for quilts.
I have a few yards each of black with white dots, white with black dots and black with pink dots. And they can be yours (happily!) if you are interested.
Just say the word and they'll be in the mail on their way to your doorstep.
Please?
ahem.