Genetic Counseling

Lily has taken up boxing. She also enjoys baseball. Both are on Wii and I have to guess which one she wants to play based on a charade like game of either punching or swinging. Always good in the post operative period. I guess it's better than her boxing her siblings or trying to keep her off the swingset. She's doing very well and hasn't even been taking tylenol or motrin. She has also gotten used to everyone wanting to see her owie and is proud to show it, so I thought I'd give you a peek!

If there have ever been genes in need of therapy- they're hanging out in my pool. As I was casually chatting with a leading ACC research doc at St. Jude's (it's OK to be impressed by my resourcefulness..I learned from the best) , about 85 people kept beeping in. A short while later I was trying to prioritize my call back list. A message from the Tripler surgical secretary hit the top of the list. She informs me that she just talked with my husband and we are scheduled for the 20th of November. But Dr. Edwards said the 1st week in November for surgery....oh no no no this is with the Genetic Counselor. Ahh yes the one who is to get to the bottom of my dysfunctional gene pool. That should be interesting!

Phil takes the 3 .kids who have the greatest probability of sitting still to see the latest High School Musical flick while Bella and I simultaneously continue research and returning calls. Oh yes, we are also keeping our new full grown sheep dog company. Fortunately Walter requires less attention than Bella and also has fewer accidents on the carpet. He is stuffed. He arrived this afternoon in a box that was as tall as Lily and almost as heavy. There must have been a slight mix up though at the post office, because Walter was packed with two special wine glasses for Phil and I- yet the wine was missing? My postman is very reliable so it must have happened on the other end .