Eight inches of white stuff...

Apparently everything shuts down when it snows in D.C., even if the roads are clear. My weekend proved to be shut out. The bike shop closed and foiled my plan to buy a trainer (a little prop that turns my bike into a stationary machine). And the rec center had it's lights out, so the pool was off limits.
But no worries. I was back in the pool this morning. About a mile of back and forth. And the 45 minutes of hauling my butt through the water left my eyes red with owlish hickies. Yea for drugstore foundation. All the time I've been spending in chemically treated water has been less than pleasant for my skin and hair. Ahhh...the sacrifice.
But I am soooooo pleased to report that my grandma is doing better than good. She has been great. The docs in St. Louis say a stem cell transplant in her blood is in the cards. So in early March, she'll begin the arduous process of harvesting stem cells, and cleaning out her blood. From what she tells me, it involves roughly three weeks of isolation and flushing out the bad blood. And I'm so impressed with her attitude. Rather than squirming, scared of the process, she's excited. Well...ok. Not like birthday-party excited. But visibly happy at the idea that this treatment could seriously extend her life.
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Also, soon to come in the news... the University of Oklahoma's Oklahoma Daily and the Effingham Daily News are in the process of publishing reports on this fantastic triathlon feat. Keep checking back for links.