Message Thirty Four

We were early to the ward today, racing to get there before my sister and her husband arrived from Manchester.  Liz was looking good.  The plan for the day was for her to receive her first MRI scan. She gets the results on Monday.  With a room full of visitors, Paul and Frances, Lala, Max and Ben, the three of us - what did we have?  Surely a choir.  Frances is leading a choir of international language students these days.  She is a great teacher, and the words were simple.  We all sang together.  Then Lala and Frances gave us an impromptu duet.  It was stomping good fun.    Max and Ben said that they could not perform a rap, because Liz didn't have the strength to punch them if she wanted the rap to stop which apparently is de rigeur. Liz then did some one handed boxing with Lala.  The rap is on its way we trust. 

Garry visited in the evening.  He was preparing to travel to Sheffield, until we established the post code.  Liz was breathing more easily today.  Is Liz's left thumb moving under her command? That's the next question.  Time will tell. 

Picture by Max, with help from his friend Ben