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Radioactive.
I’m beginning to see why everyone who has gone before me says that radiation makes you tired. It isn’t so much about the treatments themselves; it’s about getting up and out of the house every day to go have the treatment. This week was a killer. Not only did I have to be at the… Continue reading
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Good things.
Last weekend, I was lucky enough to see some good friends. It was so refreshing! My friends are either fully- or partially-vaccinated, and we are starting to feel hopeful again. With Spring just around the corner, I feel like we’re all starting to breathe a little easier. Stella is getting her groove back! One of… Continue reading
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And no bad dreams.
Tomorrow marks the day I’ll start radiation. It’s the last step in the multi-pronged approach to beating breast cancer. I’ve survived chemotherapy, surgery, and complications. Now I just need to go let them blast my chest with radioactive particles, more toxins to kill the bad cells that could still be floating around. I’m trying not… Continue reading
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Honesty.
I am an open book. I haven’t always been that way, because while growing up, all of us kids had to learn not to rock the boat. Dad had a bad temper, and a little thing could become very big indeed. It was trauma to the nth degree, and it created lasting trauma. Last evening,… Continue reading
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The selfish life.
Maybe that title is a little misleading. What I’m thinking of here is about the time I take for writing. My first urge was to write that I am “selfishly” taking some time this morning to write when I “should” be cleaning house. Sean is still asleep, though, so I don’t want to make too… Continue reading
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What dreams may come…and go.
The moral of this long thread is this: NEVER quash your kid’s dreams. Never let their siblings quash their dreams. Let them dream and dream BIG! You don’t know what they can do. Let them find out. Support them unconditionally. They will love you for it, even if they end up in corporate America, staring… Continue reading
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Happy Valentine’s Day.
How do you know if it’s the last time? Continue reading
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Strange dreams, indeed.
My daughter is not of this earth anymore, but she has come to me in dreams since she died in 2009. Dreams are funny things. They can be nonsensical, or they can be vivid, or even prophetical. The women in my family tend to dream in strange ways. One of my grandmothers saw those who… Continue reading
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Snow on the rooftop.
There is literal snow on my rooftop this morning. The flakes are coming down thick and fast outside the window of my Maryland home. It’s beautiful. I never tire of the look of it and the silence that accompanies it. Growing up in Texas, I saw exactly one snowfall in my time there–1974. We made… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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