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Note to readers

 I am currently in the hospital, having fallen and broken my right ankle. After this I will have to go to a rehab center for a while so posting may be sketchy. Keep me in your thoughts as I try to heal.

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  1. Oh, I'm sorry to hear this! Sending good thoughts and hopes for a quick and easy recovery time.

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  2. Oh, Dorothy, I am SO sorry! Here's hoping your ankle heals up quickly. Sending prayers and best wishes your way!!!

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  3. I am so sorry. Sending you healing thoughts and hoping it is a quick recovery.

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  4. ...I wish you a speedy recovery!

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  5. I’m so sorry, Dorothy. I hope you heal quickly and fully.

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  6. This is not good news, Dorothy. Take all the time you need and come back to us in good shape, tuned up and ready to go. If I lived close by I would visit you and bring books for you to read. Heal soon - and completely. All good wishes - David

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  7. So sorry to hear this news!! Keeping you in my thoughts and sending you healing prayers!

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  8. Dorothy! I'm so sorry! I just had decided to check your blog because I hadn't seen any posts from you on your Facebook account! Sending prayers from Joe and I as you heal !!!!

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  9. So sorry to hear this Dorothy. Ugh. I hope the pain has gone down. I will keep you in my thoughts and hope you are healing.

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  10. Oh, Dorothy! I am so sorry to hear this! I'm sending prayers and healing thoughts as you make your way through this.

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  11. You are most definitely in my thoughts! Heal quickly!

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    1. Oh no I'm so sorry my dear friend. I'll pray for you and will make sure to hold my dog upside down for good luck! Sorry about your ankle, maybe you could get one of those life alert buttons for the next time you fall:)

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  12. I have been so absent lately due to the end of the school year and all the chaos that brings. Hope you had a speedy recovery!

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