In 2012, Thomas and Ryley had appendicitis. Tommy said goodbye to his on Flag Day. Ryley kicked his to the curb on Halloween. I was a nervous mama on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Luckily, the remaining nine appendixes are still in place and doing what appendixes do. Tommy and Ryley have this shared experience and it means something to them. They compare notes: “I barfed a lot!” “I didn’t!” They had the same surgeon, the same hospital, and the same bizarre advice at the two-week post-op checkup.
“Don’t forget you had your appendix out!” The surgeon said sometimes people forget. These two won’t. Neither will I.
(WHOA, Ryley’s hair was long. Kid was a Sasquatch)