I am still alive! I am still in a considerable amount of pain when I get up, cough, or burp!

I have a new found appreciation for the saints the spoken of in Hebrews 11 that were sawn in half.  I felt that way even though mine was only a few inches. I also have a new found appreciation for women who have had a C-section, but I didn’t get a baby out of the deal.

 They still don’t have a definitive answer of what the mass is, but apparently I must be strange guy because the pathologists at Mayo Clinic haven’t figured it out.

The staff here is wonderful and is pleased with my progress.  Many of them are believers.  Never really like a male nurse, but I have a jewel of one.  Jared spent a couple of years on the mission field.  He is so loving that he even laughs at my corny jokes, which will all the narcotics I have had compare with Jodie’s.

I could be released as early as Saturday or Sunday, depending on how my body functions.  We wouldn’t head back home until the docs give us the okay.

I’d like to thank Amanda Schoonover for posting yesterday’s blog and Megan Shaftner for helping with tonight’s blog. Megan, Sharon Clevinger, and Rick Terry came up this evening to take care of Teresa.

Thanks for all the prayers and support.  We’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t send flowers unless you already have.  Last time I was here they wouldn’t let them in the room.

If you need anything, feel free to text or e-mail me and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

We love you more than ever.