This time I had the papers in my hand from the pathology lab confirming my diagnosis of a non-Hodgkins lymphoma.“George, Alice and especially Phil �...� the path lab confirmed my diagnosis this morning of a very treatable form of what we call a ‘non-Hodgkins lymphoma,’ or NHL for short. In layman’s terms it is a cancer of the lymphatic system...”I explained in some detail just what NHL was, how it could effect the blood as well as a number of other organs in the immune system. We also discussed. The last Mike saw of her was all four hooves in the air, and then the leaves of the bushes that caught her.The Jabberwock opened its mouth and blew a long jet of steam at Mike. He leapt to the side, sliding the dagger free of its scabbard.When the Jabberwock swung its head, Tink smacked up against the ladder, letting out a grunt. Climbing slightly higher, she put enough slack in the rope to pass the club through its metal rungs, then turned the club sideways to lock it in place.The Jabberwock’s. As Darrell reached the top of the stairs he again called, but again no answer. He removed his muddy boots so he wouldn't get the hand woven rug dirty. As he explored the room the day's toils began to overcome him. He sat on the edge of the bed, as he did he noticed that his pants were covered in mud, not wanting to soil the bed he slipped them off and stretched out on the bed.Darrell didn't know how long he had been asleep, but now he was awakened by the something lightly touching his lips. As. Mark explained that they had pushed this one over with their tractor to make it look like it toppled in a storm. I liked that. He said, "Tim, if you use a tall, spindly tree that looks top heavy, it isn't hard to push it down. Once it's down, you plan your way around it. You can do the same at some point further down the road to keep people from coming to you from that direction, too.We had an enjoyable time. Wendy invited both couples to our pond for swimming. She did warn them with a smile.