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When Cliff first got sick, he weighed 232. He now weighs 211. Here's a little story I shared on Facebook today:
Cliff has lost a lot of weight during the last month, needless to say. This morning he was at the bathroom sink shaving and I said, "After your cat scan today, I'm going to run in Walmart and get you some underwear that fits."
"No," he says, "these are JUST FINE!"
So I got my Ipad and took a picture of his backside and showed it to him.
"Seriously? You are going to walk around like Droopy-Drawers?"
I thought he was going to fall in the floor laughing at the picture. When he was finally able to talk, he said, "I think we'd better get me some shorts."
I'd love to show my Facebook friends the picture, but I promised him I wouldn't.
Cliff is able to eat more now, although every meal is followed up by his munching on Tums. Most food still doesn't taste right to him, but they tell me that is to be expected. He has forced himself to get out and walk more each day, in spite of the stabbing pain caused by the tube that runs between two of his ribs, and he has regained some strength. Last week he did some mowing on the riding mower, but he paid dearly for it the next day. Now he's fretting about the hay that is almost ready to be mowed, and has threatened to simply rotary-mow it like you would mow weeds. That's fine by me. Hay just doesn't seem very important right now.
I haven't been in the mood to blog about trivial things lately, and there really wasn't anything new going on with Cliff, so that's why I've been absent from Blog-land.
We'll see what happens tomorrow at the doctor's office.