I was lucky hanky-print Bow Tie o’ the Day was with me this afternoon when I did something I hadn’t done for at least the last six weeks. Yes, that’s right. I conquered yet another milestone of my comeback: I sneezed. I didn’t realize I hadn’t sneezed since my PANCREATICODUODECTOMY, until I suddenly sneezed three consecutive sneezes and my innards felt little stabby pokes. I then spent the next hour fretting that I had sneezed my guts undone and would need surgery again. But my innards quit hurting and I didn’t die, so I eventually figured I was probably fine. I now know exactly how to clench up my torso when next I achoo. And when my sneezes don’t stab me at all anymore, I will know that I am one step closer to being mended. Who knew a sneeze could be full of such meaning?!