Just need to explain the picture from the previous post where it says, "Me and Eleanor" on the first day of school.
When I received the transplanted bone on the day of surgery last week, I immediately wondered who it came from. Absolutely, the first thought that came into my mind was the name Eleanor. Keep in mind, I don't know if it came from a man or a woman, but I have the strong feeling that whomever it came from, there must be some significance to the name "Eleanor." You can probably call that goofy as you keep in mind that I had just came out from a lot of drugs from surgery, but I'm sticking with the name Eleanor.
When I really feel tired or worn out, like I can't carry the "10 lb baby of a cast" anymore, I just remember that someone else is there with me and we can make it through just about anything. So, that's the
'me and Eleanor" story and I'm sticking to it!
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