Sunday, August 21, 2022

 Dear Kids,

I’m late uploading my letter today–I simply forgot to write it.  It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Book club is today at our house, 5 pm.  I’m looking forward to talking about Summer of the Monkeys, and I presume Tom will lead the discussion, since he recommended the book.  We’ll have refreshments, of course. Next month we’ll be doing Mr. Popper’s Penguins, so you all can get started on that one, if you want to.

People in the family are still vacationing, even though school has started.  John’s family went to Boise for a wedding (on Heather’s side,) and Al has been backpacking in the Uintas.  He camped in a pouring rain Friday night, but last night was supposed to be better.  You know it’s got to be tough to backpack and camp in the rain, but Al is the definition of tough.

I had the unpleasantness of chemo this week, plus the pain from my unhealed wound in the most delicate possible place.  Tomorrow I have an appointment at the wound clinic at LDS Hospital, and I’m really hoping they can help me.  It’s been hurting me for several months now, but has been especially bad lately.  My oncologist, Dr. Lewis, said the avastin I’m getting really interferes with any kind of healing, since it cuts down the blood flow in the body.  It’s great for shrinking my tumors, though.   I’m thankful for that.

Most of our big events have already happened, but don’t forget the Allen family reunion on Saturday, September 17, from 10 am to 2 pm.  It will be at a park in Lindon, and I’ll get you all the address when it gets closer.  I’m sure it will be a great event.

I can’t think of any more news.  I hope you all have a wonderful Sunday.

Love, Mom