Strep Throat

On May 9th, I was to travel to Minneapolis with my oldest son, Jake, to move my youngest son, Dylan, from an apartment on his college campus (Minneapolis College of Art and Design) to an apartment closer to downtown.

The weekend before, I came down with a vicious case of burning throat which was bad enough to make me WANT to seek medical attention. So, on Monday I trotted myself down to the emergent care center and was diagnosed with strep throat. I ended up missing work on Monday and Teusday , but I made the plane on Wednesday and proceeded to spend the next three days packing, cleaning, and hauling belongings between a garden apartment and a second story apartment; and in my own eyes, at least, I never faultered.

I returned to Cheyenne on Mother's Day to join my husband's family for dinner at his sister Gwen's. Now , Gwen is one of God's best creations and has a medical background to boot, so when she and my mother-in-law, Wilma, noticed my swollen feet and legs and told me to get to a doctor, I did.

My next post will tell of how I went from fat feet to acute meyloid leukemia in under a month.