Good evening Kossacks.
In my previous post, my choice of words seemed to infer that Mrs Millrat had passed over to the great beyond. Nothing could be further from the truth.
She fought the cancer the whole way through and after several years of looking for a doctor to take her seriously enough, she met the one who did when she finally wound up in the hospital in our rural town in Florida. Her red cell counts and iron levels at that point were so low, the doctor said she shouldn't have been functioning.
She had a better team of doctors and nurses than anyone could hope for, here in this little Podunk. Her once wavy Auburn hair is now regrown to a pure white Shirley Temple mop.
So to everyone that misunderstood because of my choice of words, I apologize.