Well, she survived thyroid cancer at 17 and a whole bunch of other stuff (including me). She's tough, she is.

Her right hand is now swollen, stiff, green, and black -- but not broken. Her upper lip is a fright. Her knees are stiff (but not broken). Her glasses are in the shop. I got the blood out of her shirt and washed the driveway ("I see I left a stain," she said). Now it's Rest Ice Compression Elevation time -- and ibuprofen.

My nephew, John, starts West for a visit tomorrow. Boy, is HE gonna get a surprise when he sees his Aunt!