The other day I complained about the golf ball I had discovered hiding in my neck.
I’ve just come from the doctor, and he assures me I have it wrong. It is NOT the size of a golf ball. I do apologize. My bad.
It’s bigger.
So big, in fact, he looked, he pushed, he prodded, he poked, and passed verdict “I’m not touching that one. We’ll send you to a surgeon.”
So, stay tuned for more on this little odyssey. I see a surgeon tomorrow morning.
On The Road II 
Holy guacamole! That sounds serious. Is it painful? E-mail me – I have some questions about your situation. I’m experiencing something similar. Hope to hear from you soon.
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Keep us informed. I will be praying. Love u lots and it will be ok.
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Prayer are still coming your way! Ray
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