To start, a blood clot

A rather grim beginning

A few days of my visit to Nebraska passed and I’m enjoying the safety, fun, and familiarity of home. We’re a resilient bunch, I’ll give us that. Grandma, still frantic from the news of my diagnosis, invited me to sift through her storage container in the barn, something I would usually do without hesitation. Her and I share a love of old barn treasures!…