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Sep 5, 2023Liked by Beth Robinson

The explosion of arthritis in my feet crossing through RMNP caused a good doctor to prescribe 9X my normal prednisone which put me in a deep, dark place I don’t ever want to return to. Thursday I learn the status and type of my skin cancer which is the bane of people spending more than a decade on immunosuppressants. But I don’t think either is going to kill me: we have a new grandson after all!

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Sep 5, 2023Liked by Beth Robinson

(I have been very ill and am catching up)

Eleven is my soul number as well:

At eleven till eleven on the day before the eleventh I got the call for my double organ transplant which, then, happened on Nov 11th.

11/11/95, at age 40, was the date Bob Hope and I had dinner, in a party of four, after riding together in the Branson Festival of Lights parade surrounded by the Rockettes on their first performance ever outside NYC. My committee, where I was chair, made that happen.

So both my physical transformation and a fun entertainment event happened on the eleventh.

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