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Home grown tomatoes- right up to January

Check out the tomatoes I had in January 2009.  In 2008, we had a bumper crop and these were in my kitchen window to ripen. They were soooo good.  Living in south Texas has its advantages.

I got side tracked 18 months ago with getting a double lung transplant. I thought I would blog about the process and fill the world in about my experience. Not!

I am happy with getting a badly needed re-do and thankful the lung surgery itself was so successful.  The doctors were outstanding, every on of them. The PA, nurses and staff were awesome all day and night for 78 days. I wasn’t so successful. I managed to have severe reactions to every medication they put me on. My body physically refused to co-operate with them. I made them work extra hard for every inch of ground we gained. If it sounds like war; it wasn’t really, just quite a battle. After 18 months, I now feel like Phoenix rising from the ashes because I am able to walk, blog, cook and be a grandmother again. Still can’t drive, but amazingly I don’t miss it.

Beware, I am a 10th generation Southerner and  just a wee bit salty at times. I want to share recipes that I began using 45 years ago as I now see them all over the Internet.  Any recipe that I share has 45 years of cooking experience.  Also, I  want to share various experiences from being a COB, which I was unceremoniously anointed by a friend for Crusty Old Broad.

I am married to the sweetest human on earth who is affectionately called Bear. He was stalwart thought out my surgery and recovery. He did not know what to expect anymore than I, but he was OJT everyday. My family and friends were  solid backups for us. Bear’s brother moved to San Antonio for three months to help us. Speaking of San Antonio, it’s where we live. Together and with a blended family we have 9 grandchildren and 2 greats. Nine boys, four of which are in college now and two girls. I love being a grandmother and they all call me Nona.

Bear and I have two fur babies, who are Shih Tzus named Jaz and Jet. They have been a lot of entertainment to me while I was recovering. After 45 days in the hospital, I begged to go home to see them. Dr. Levin made arrangements with hospital security to allow the dogs in the front area, so I could go out to see them. If I could have wagged my tail, I would have.

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