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The Last Supper~

“Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.” – Felicia Hemans “Scars are tattoos with better stories.” I went to NYC this week. Not only to have my neck and chest studied and prodded, but … Continue reading

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Mom~

What I would write to my mom if she were here to read it since I know it would make her laugh and smile… Mom.. I forgive you for always picking me up at the many Elks, and other Jamborees … Continue reading

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RUMINATIONS~

I had a friend tell me recently he admired how I don’t sweat aging or what my age actually is because I had already been through so much with my health. If you haven’t been there, it’s hard to make … Continue reading

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Originality~

I’m begging, pleading, if you are using the phrase ‘if you can’t handle me at my worst..you don’t deserve me at ..’ You know. We all know it. Puke. Please if you are using that. Save everyone the unnecessary retina … Continue reading

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August~

August is a big month, filled with a smorgasbord of emotions. As I approach our 29th wedding anniversary tomorrow, my mother’s birthday and my parents anniversary is upon on me once again. I find I may not be the basket case having … Continue reading

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Highway~

I’m ready. Almost.  As I reorganize my closet, and pack for a much deserved getaway weekend. I have a plan on my face knowing this will be the last hurrah before my impending cancer screenings trip to New York. The … Continue reading

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Pain In The Neck~

As promised here’s a recent bandage free shot of the incision. I was sickened to learn of other trachea, thyroid cancer patients to not be told of any facts. So here’s the info I was given. The initial bandage, after … Continue reading

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Another Chance~

Ouch.  I feel like my throat was slit. The people who noticed me on my walk in NYC thought so too, I saw it in their eyes they were guessing I was mugged.  I didn’t mind though. After being released … Continue reading

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