I Figured It Out

I now know the problem of the recurring Hodgkins nightmare. And I have the solution!

There simply is not enough purple, specifically violet, in my life.

Naturally I asked Dale if we could paint our house purple. Why not surround myself with the color? It would be a type of an exterior shield against my body's internal, continuing struggle.

With just a moment's hesitation, my beloved husband suggested that we paint the front door instead :-)