It happens when your terminal illness leaves you home alone , and unable to drive. Your thoughts become almost like a friend except they do not talk back. Lost in reflection? Is it good or bad? Percentage wise, I reflect on what should I do? Nothing major. How can I take my Grandson Hudson to the Zoo, Beach, and Children museum. I try to leave negative thoughts out of the conversation. I know, on a dreary Friday and I start writing, that it’s a good day. I thank God and the universe for all that is good! PEACE
It has been a long time since my last post. I have been fighting battles, which has left me spent and unable to express myself. The last two weeks especially. I have been receiving radiation treatments and last Wednesday a bone biopsy. I hope to be back in full swing soon. Peace!
I have endured tragedy and bouts of medical testing…radiation…daily chemotherapy. My writers voice and one finger typing, in hibernation. All my energy going in different directions. Now, I once again feel like myself, thank you Jesus, I write.
I ask myself “What do I want? What if? What next? What the f###?” depending on the day. Than I wonder “What now?”
These wigs hold special meaning. They were given to me by Wanda Parsons. Wanda is a special person. She is a breast cancer survivor, and truly lives life to the fullest.
WISH I WERE IN PARIS
ICE CREAM OR PIE?
TIME WILL TELL
MARSHALS OR TJMAXX?