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Doctor day.
Today is going to be exhausting, but I hope it’s all good news. I’m counting down the rads. Today will be 4, then 3, 2, 1 (Monday). My skin is red as all get out, but I’m slathering on the lotion. I’ll have my rads, and then see the radiation oncologist. Less than two hours… Continue reading
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12 Years a Bereaved Mom.
Yesterday was the 12th anniversary of my daughter’s death. Twelve years without hearing her voice, being able to touch her, or being able to celebrate special days with her. Sean and I spent it this year as an ordinary day, which is kind of a miracle considering how it used to flatten all of us.… Continue reading
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This is not the vaccine talking.
I’ve started dreaming about secret rooms again. Rooms that you can’t get to directly when you enter a house; you need a guide or to have already been in the room. It’s been awhile since I dreamed about secret rooms. Last time was not long after my second divorce. It was a time when I… Continue reading
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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
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
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