1/27/26

 We had a storm casualty. Our mailbox. Rip mailbox. Plow 1, mailbox 💀.

The snow buried our patio furniture and piled up tall on my bird feeders like fancy hats. It is really pretty. Paul and I took turns shoveling the pathway. He was nice enough to plow out our new neighbor across the street.

Ethan had his appointment today at the dermatologist. He had one mole that was “suspicious”. They injected him with lidocaine and cut it out. They are submitting it for testing. It could be nothing. He is a little sore this evening but is not complaining. I just noticed he was laying on his side and not on his back on the couch. Poor kid. He has to go every 6 months for a while.

The mole is circled with black dots. The other marks are large stretch marks from when he retained about 50 pounds of fluid prior to putting him on dialysis. The fluid was just oozing out of his skin. It’s another battle scar and a brag to show what he over came.

This office seems efficient. We were in and out fairly quickly. We got things set up so this doctor’s office will talk to me. They probably think I am a goofball for accompanying my almost 23 year old to the Doctor’s office. I did bring in all his paperwork and arrived early so they could have time to scan in his records. 

At appointments, Ethan and I have an unspoken rule. We sit as far away from everyone as we can. If the waiting room is crowded, we will find a seat on the end for Ethan and I place myself between him and another person so he has less of a chance off getting drooled on.

I also always open the door so he doesn’t have to touch the handle. Full of yuckiness.  

Ethan was tired for the rest of the afternoon. So was I.  I am going to bed early tonight.