On December 4, I got some coal in my Christmas stocking. I was diagnosed with a chronic lung disease, called Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. (IPF). I don't want this to take over my life, but it probably will, sooner or later. IPF causes scarring in the lungs. There is no cure, but several years ago two medicines that slow the progress of the disease became available. I'm on one of them (Ofev). Here's hoping.
When my sister got the news, she wanted to come to visit immediately to see how close I was to death's door. She came on Valentine's Day and left for home (Chicago) three days later somewhat reassured that I'm all right for now and probably will be for some time to come.
She is 77, two years younger than me. Never one to just loll around, she held up her end of the conversation all weekend while checking periodically on the progress of several on-line Scrabble games that she plays. She also knitted. She used a thin circular needle with multiple bobbins of yarns of varying colors. It looked complicated. On the morning she was due to leave, she finished the mysterious project and said, "Here's a hat for you, if you want it." Of course, I did.
I admire anyone who has the patience to knit. Out of curiosity, I almost visited a website today entitled "How to Knit on Circular Needles: 13 steps (with Pictures). I wisely went no further.
BTW, the date on the photo is wrong. My husband took the photo today, so it should say 02/24/2020. (Sigh) Not only do I not knit, I don't do cameras either.
