three day weekend

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It isn't that I wasn't taught as a child to "count my blessings".  I was.

And later in life, I learned the power of "gratefulness" - and how fulfilling it is.

But today - a long weekend - after this past week's news and the confirmation of a second doctor, I realize I have always been thankful.  For so so so many things in my life.  And I'm thankful for today. For the loving people and critters that surround me and the love that supports me every single day.

Today I am thankful.  And I will be again tomorrow.

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THE word

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L y m p h o m a.


I heard the word.  It was said by an emergency room doctor this morning.  She was reporting the results of a hand & wrist xray.

L y m p h o m a.

The friend that took me to the hospital sat and listened to the rest of the doctor's verbal report.  I'm glad she was with me as I hadn't heard a thing after

L y m p h o m a.

Next Tuesday.  An  appointment with hand surgeon, then a scheduled MRI and afterwards, oncology.


L y m p h o m a.

Don't let anyone tell you words aren't paralyzing.  They are.

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It's the last week of August, 2014...

I can't imagine a finer image of late summer...

I'm a photo whore, so I'm sure I could find something comparable...but not finer.

yeah...I think so too...

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Bill Callahan Finds A Garden Escape From The Loud City

when words connect with your soul

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it's still me...

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Here's what I really think.

We'll never be younger than we are today.

Profound, aye?  You may quote me.

It's ok that I've lobbed-on some poundage

as I've aged...some I can lose.

It's ok that I have wrinkles where I never expected:

did you know earlobes can wrinkle?

It's ok that I can't read as long as I used to, 

or drink as much as I once drank,

or did marathon dances in school that I

wouldn't care to indulge any longer.  

Some - but not all.

What I am sure of is that whomever we were back when - 

is exactly who we are today.  We are our perfect selves.

Yep, I may help my 'red' hair and I may be a tad rounder,

but I'm still the girl I was at 5, 25, 45 and now...

I'm good with that.

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Two more days and nights...

then it's off to the hospital for back surgery.

Back surgery.  I've heard those words before,

but I never related to them.  It sounded awful.

Now I know - awful is living in 24/7 pain and there are

people that will live in pain for the rest of their lives...

I'm sorry for them.  

Hopefully, when all goes well, I'll have some surgery pain

from which to heal - and then other than the pain from aging

joints, all will be well again.  

Getting out of bed for now is the worst.  That and dropping

something on the floor that you KNOW will hurt really bad

to pick up - but it can't stay down there.

Owwwww.

Gimme back the 'ol me.

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