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Note to readers

It seems that my husband and I are taking turns being sick this spring. Unfortunately, his is a bit more serious than mine was.

 Sometime in the next few days, he will be having heart surgery. The exact time hasn't been scheduled yet. So I will be preoccupied with other matters for a while and blogging will be very sporadic if it happens at all.

 Don't forget about me - I'll be back. And in the meantime, send your positive thoughts and energy our way.

 Thank you!
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  1. rusty duckApril 27, 2019 at 8:16 AM

    Wishing you both the very best Dorothy x

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  2. Judy KruegerApril 27, 2019 at 3:19 PM

    Oh so sorry to hear about this. Positive thoughts and energy to you both. I will not forget about you, how could I ever? In fact I will be invoking your name in my post today. Best wishes for a successful surgery for your husband and keep your chin up.

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 27, 2019 at 10:11 PM

      Thank you, Judy. He's in the care of some of the best cardiac surgeons around and that is a great comfort to me.

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  3. CaroleApril 27, 2019 at 5:24 PM

    We've been through this - what they can do now is just amazing. Thinking of you both. Kia kaha

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 27, 2019 at 10:10 PM

      We feel very confident that he is in good hands and that things will go well.

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  4. shirley jacksonApril 27, 2019 at 9:57 PM

    Dorothy, I am praying for a very successful surgery with no complications for your husband. I pray that God will give both of you His amazing peace during this season. Be encouraged!!!

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  5. Esther @ BiteIntoBooksApril 28, 2019 at 6:17 AM

    I'm sorry to hear this, I just discovered your blog, but will send good thoughts your way!

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 28, 2019 at 9:24 AM

      I'm glad you found me and I hope to be publishing again soon. Thank you for your good thoughts, All of this means a lot to me.

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  6. TexAg71April 28, 2019 at 3:07 PM

    Not just sorry to see this, but shocked as well. Bob always seemed so calm and laid-back when we worked together at The Post. I live in Greater Tomball, not that far from Decker Prairie, so please shoot me a message if I can be of help. All the best to you both.

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    1. Dorothy BordersMay 6, 2019 at 8:13 PM

      That’s so kind of you. I just today found your comment. We are home again and Bob is doing very well. I am ecstatic about his progress.

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  7. CarmenApril 28, 2019 at 5:03 PM

    I hope his procedure goes through smoothly and that he has a speedy and fine recovery. Best wishes to you and your hubby, Dorothy!

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  8. AlanaApril 29, 2019 at 7:34 AM

    Wishing you the best in this scary time. Sending my thoughts this morning for both you and your husband.

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  9. Pam's English GardenApril 30, 2019 at 1:30 PM

    Positive thoughts and prayerful energy coming your way, Dorothy. P.x

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    1. Dorothy BordersApril 30, 2019 at 7:35 PM

      Thank you, Pam. He has had his surgery and is doing well. We hope to be home in about a week.

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