I kicked off the month by having a large, benign tumor removed from my wedding ring finger. I went to see a hand surgeon about the contracture that's developing in my left hand, a condition that can eventually turn your hand into a frozen claw (YIKES and DOUBLE YIKES for this avid knitter).
The doc looked at my hand and said my condition wasn't bad enough for treatment. Skeptical, I explained how I'd suffered for over 40 years with overt pain that starts in my ring finger and radiates up to my hand to my arm into my upper back. If I hit my ring finger in the wrong way or if my hands got the least bit cold (like below 60 degrees outside), the pain was unbearable. I've been to doctor after doctor and never received a diagnosis or effective treatment - the first time I went to a physician for this malady was in 1975!
He checked out my finger and in ten seconds announced: you have a large globus tumor under your fingernail that's causing this pain. Go get an MRI to confirm this diagnosis and then we'll do surgery is next week.
Huh? Really? You couldn't see it, couldn't feel it, and yet it was there. The following week, my beloved Tom schlepped me to the surgery center and sat with me all day while the sadistic tumor was expelled from my body. Here is the after-surgery pic where my finger looks like a corn dog from the county fair.
He told me to take it easy on my hand, so I ventured back to knitting gingerly. The good news is that the ring finger doesn't do a whole lot in the knitting process, so it wasn't too difficult as long as I was gentle. But the bandages did slow me down a bit. Still, I managed to knit a complicated Aran baby sweater for my youngest sister, Nancy who is due in September. I hope she loves this wee little cardi. It's a Debbie Bliss classic Aran that I chose because it can be worn by either a boy or a girl. I wanted to create a true family heirloom, something that can be passed down through the family long after I've croaked. Plus I wanted to pay homage our British Isles ancestors who designed these beautiful cabled masterpieces.
I saw an ad on Rav for customized labels from Malaysia - they were cheap! So I made a label that speaks from my heart:
I hope Nancy loves the cardigan and look forward to seeing my new niece wearing it!
Finally, the beloved Tom and I took a little weekend get-away to the Shenandoah to look for my ancestors. What a glorious day! We had so much fun driving down country back roads to discover where my Matthews, Jobe, Kellar, Frye, and other families first settled in the 1700s. I even found the road where my family originally lived. Matthews descendants live on this land to this day.
We had so much fun that day, but we usually have so much fun. I really love this guy. We'll soon celebrate six years together - I'm blessed to be with my best friend and the love of my life. Thank God for good men!