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Love you guys, TPS Don't be afraid to write me!!
Love you guys, T

I love him!! :)



We leave SUNDAY. I CANT wait to eat some chicken fried steak & Mexican food!! Dad said, "All they serve is meatloaf; with everything!"
SOOOO on Friday, we went across town to get an MRI done to my neck. It took forever to get there and back, like 2 hrs in traffic. Moscow has twice as many people as DFW, 6 million total, so there's alot of traffic. When we got to this hospital, I had to take my bra off.. and that was a big ordeal (b/c of the metal wiring) and I had to be carried from another room into the MRI room. Apparently, my chair had too much metal. But anyways, my MRI turned out normal. It showed my spinal fluid everywhere in my spine except from C4-C6; which is why I'm paralyzed. However, it did show that I have a cyst inbetween my injured site which can complicate my injury and withhold my potential stem cell treatment recovery :(
On Saturday, we went down the road to a supermarket with a Michigan couple staying at the clinic also. I don't think we have anything in common at all. Every time we mention something we like or enjoy doing; they are against it. Like I ate some Mac & cheese and the man made a big deal about how bad & fattening it is. I was like... I guess I'm fat; and I was over it instantly, but I don't think he was. Haha, me n mom were laughing. But anyways, they had little shops- like Trades Day- set up outside infront of the store but what they were selling did not look appealing. I couldn't even figure out what some of it was. ewww. So we went inside, and guess what we saw? A LONG row, right when u walk in of Vodka and beer. And their food is so different. I saw a bag of cheetos, but the cheetos had no cheese. And there is no such thing as our white bread... like Mrs. Baird's. All they have are little itty bity breads; almost like french bread but 1/2 the size.
Sunday, a missionary family (origiinally from Alabama) came to visit us. And wow, they brought us some lettuce, broccilli, and RANCH! I was homesick from my fattening ranch. Then, the family prayed over us, which really lifted my spirits. 


The 'pinkish' part is my Tonyalicious stem cells.
there was only one response- my left hand's thumb. By shocking my head, we found out that my thumb is still connected in some way in my nervous system which was literally a complete shock. We weren't expecting any movement.
They also enjoy odd food, repeatedly. For example, every morning we get a piece of bread w/ bologna on it w/ milk. Their milk tastes like it is straight from a cow's udder; it's reaaal thick and creamy and eww.
Their greens consist of cucumbers and cabbage; so does their salad. There's no lettuce, no corn, no carrots... no anything but potatos, cabbage, and cucumbers. And they keep serving meatloaf meat... Ive had it about 5 nights in a row. They call it my diet... its just unbearable. 
No one is happy either except the food lady.
This is my translator, Alex & my Dad in the back, the woman was the one that performed electrical stimulation (E-Stem) on me, and my Physical Therapist (PT).
This is my dad and me in our room.
This is my mom, me, and one of the Russian nurses.
This test is called EEG, looking at my brain.
We went to a Russian market a couple blocks away today. They have some wierd & very unique stuff. They have rows of raw fish and meats and veggies and fruits. But the meat is like hanging from a string. It's disgusting. The outside market sells scarves, jewelry, clothes, purses, cigarettes, & drinks... normal stuff. Some things are cheaper for example, a carton of cigarettes out here is $10 vs. $40 in the US. And they have no tax out here. 

