Friends who would not give up. That is who Cheryl was to me. She would not give up on me ... period. She was in Chapel Hill and was trying to visit me at the hospital several times only to find that I was not really in a position to be visited. Either I was asleep - which at that point was not something I could easily be woken up from - or I was out at a different test like an MRI. I will give this to her. She was beyond "Hey Pam ... What's good?" She was determined to make sure that I was recovering from this awfulness. That my family was remaining in tact. That I was not being swallowed up whole from what had happened to me. And I appreciate what she was trying to do - every bit of it. I am so thankful. For her friendship, and for her effort. I won't forget it.
Shrimp & Sausage Cajun “Pasta” with Butternut Squash
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I’m trying something new, Foodies. No more than two paragraphs before we
get to the recipe! I used to be a “tell your entire life story before
giving up ...
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