Xmas Maims

I set up the timer on my sister's camera, ducked down, and this is the result. My big face is in front, then from left is my dad, my mom, my sister Richel, and my sister Rhonda. My sister Regina had a hair appointment, and wasn't there yet.

My mom show's off her lovely bandage pre-surgery. We didn't have the heart to take a picture post surgery, and she's glad.

My mom is 77 years old. On 12/21/09 she was preparing for the Xmas eve celebration at my parents home. She was taking two bottles of wine down the steps of her split-level home, when she missed a step, fell and cracked her head open, the wine bottles shattered cutting her left arm in three places, severing two tendons. There were no surgeons able to do surgery on her because they were all away for the 'holy-day', so they stapled her head closed, sewed her up, and didn't operate until the 29th of December.

She came through the surgery with flying colors. She's had many surgeries, and so far has done well on all of them. She often says if you tap on her it sounds hollow because she's had just about everything removed that one can have removed and still be alive. Last time it was a kidney removed due to cancer, and they also took out her spleen at that time.

Anyway, all I'm saying is if there wasn't this christianized pagan holy-day, my mom could have been spared another surgery. Seems to me Xmas is not only spiritually perilous, it's physically perilous too.