And here's what we looked like in our senior portraits. What a long time ago...yet in some respects it seems just like yesterday. It was 1964 for Woody and 1966 for me. He graduated from Eureka High School in Eureka, MO and I graduated from Glendale High School in Glendale, AZ. All those years ago we would have never dreamed that our paths would cross in just a few more years! And, never would we have dreamed that we would be walking on the path that Woody's melanoma has us walking today. I took these pictures of pictures in our high school year books so they, of course, are a bit grainy and details aren't the best. Woody knows that he had his mole in this picture, but we are hard pressed to find it...maybe in his hairline...or perhaps it was "removed" by the photographer. But it is there.
I started this blog to keep folk up to date on my husband's melanoma treatments. I have kept up daily blogs for almost 15 years...sometimes health related...sometimes just daily routine. My husband was in remission with his Melanoma but new melanoma diagnosis 3/2021 so started back on Keytruda. 8/2020 began home Peritoneal Dialysis. 7/2022 began training for home hemodialysis…never a dull moment! Come join us in our daily routine...sometimes humdrum...sometimes sit on the edge of your seat!
Friday, May 29, 2009
It's graduation day in Tullahoma!
And here's what we looked like in our senior portraits. What a long time ago...yet in some respects it seems just like yesterday. It was 1964 for Woody and 1966 for me. He graduated from Eureka High School in Eureka, MO and I graduated from Glendale High School in Glendale, AZ. All those years ago we would have never dreamed that our paths would cross in just a few more years! And, never would we have dreamed that we would be walking on the path that Woody's melanoma has us walking today. I took these pictures of pictures in our high school year books so they, of course, are a bit grainy and details aren't the best. Woody knows that he had his mole in this picture, but we are hard pressed to find it...maybe in his hairline...or perhaps it was "removed" by the photographer. But it is there.
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