What goes up

I have been cured, and I'm crediting the pie. Listen, they always told us fruit was loaded with vitamins and antioxidants. Surely that counts if you eat it mixed with cinnamon and splenda, right?

Okay, I'll give some of the credit to the prescriptions--and to my wonderful doctor. He is one of those great docs who cares just as much about what I'm thinking as what's going on with my body. If your physician isn't like that, go find one that is. Life is too short to fear the man or woman who holds your health in his/her hands.

Sahara's health is on the droopy side this week. To condense things into a neat package, she stopped one of her meds last week (as the doctors ordered) and coming off of it has been rough on her system. She's having difficulty doing some things that seemed easy and painless last week. And naturally, that's scary and frustrating. Having been on the same medication myself, I know it is not easy to adjust to a change in dosage. But in time, things usually even out.

Anyway, if you're reading this tonight, send some healing energy in her direction, or send a prayer skyward. Tumor kicks should be a routine matter for all of us, but go ahead and double up on those this week. On Thursday, Sahara and her parents head down south to Houston for a visit with Dr. Wolff and some testing.

I've got a special request: if you want to buy a cookbook and you're not a local resident, please do so through the link on the Hope for Hoops page. I know some of you have contacted Gramma Dooley, who is indeed selling them around town. But for those of you who live too far down the road, please use the link Sheryl Henley has set up.

Oh, one more thing. There's a new Aldridge family member. Lulu is black, white, wiggly, and all of 10 weeks old. She's got that border collie look, for now. Amy says she's sticking to Sahara "like glue." If you're sending vibes, would you mind blessing the pup with the ability to pee outdoors, just a wee bit faster? Gosh, thanks.