tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11798928949974464372024-03-20T20:42:31.108-07:00Raison d'êtreThe search for the meaning of life bends the thoughts of every living being.
There are those of us who know the 'reason.' We were born, we live, we believe, we pray and we die.
For my mind life and death is full of curiosity and wonder and color and freedom. One good long black hole would take plenty of courage to enter and exit. Yet time and wisdom will bend the courage to fit the time.Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-69299975276633381672012-12-13T15:38:00.000-08:002012-12-13T15:41:12.672-08:00Last entryAfter an incredible battle, fought with epic courage and dignity, Janice succumbed to her disease this morning. It was not unexpected and her family was with her.<br />
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Those readers who knew Janice personally will understand what a monumental loss occurred today. Those who did not have that privilege can only get a hint from her writings in this blog.<br />
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--Dave<br />
<br />Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-57404190976609507122012-12-02T14:13:00.000-08:002012-12-02T14:13:45.342-08:00A Hospital Visit Again<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A new tumor was found on the spine so I’m now back in radiation for 12 treatments. That is not a tough saga and it really helps with the back pain. And the main problem with all of the pain medicine is that I make up strange stories in my mind. The family had a problem keeping up yet I was truly ‘out-there.’</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My love to all of you and soon I hope to have some strength. I did get some benefit from the ice cream and root beer soda.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-6309300389093396182012-11-20T14:49:00.000-08:002013-04-13T14:51:11.287-07:00
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To watch them laugh and cry and grow.</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My mommy loved me very much<br />
And I so enjoyed her gentle touch.<br />
Now I’ve grown quite big and tall<br />
In fact, I’m not a child at all.<br />
I have a family of my very own<br />
And in a few years they’ll all be grown.<br />
I wish them happiness from this point on</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Even after the day I’m gone.<br />
I hope they don’t cry when I go away</span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For they talk to me each time they pray. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A doctor’s visit means so much to so many. For instance, today I see the surgeon who repaired my right leg with a titanium rod. He did his job and without ceremony today he will say good-bye. I’ve only seen him eye-to-eye on one occasion, a moment prior to unconscious, as I was then promptly put to sleep. Since the day of that surgery I have seen the x-ray of the orthoscopic operation. A mere view of the implant weakens my knees. Shelby refuses to view the image and Paige says, “Thanks mom” after I sent the email. I will never put it in the blog as leg x-rays aren’t supposed to look like that image. Non the less, I’ll thank and say good bye to a very important member of my medical recovery team.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My oncologist has a ‘happy face’ view for my recovery. The CEA blood count is 0.8 - that’s very good. My request to travel to Hawaii was met with a, “can I go too.” For just a moment I thought, ‘good idea.’ The chemo treatments are about to end for this period and I will switch to a oral pill form of treatment. Regular blood work will mandate the future treatment. It was discussed that my personal recovery is charting a new course and we can probably keep my health on this steady course. I’m already healthily outside the realm of probable recovery. That we will let my body mandate my awesome stabilization and treatment. Doctor Nishimoto commented on how one of his colleagues, who treated me back in my hospital days, remarked on how great I looked that he couldn’t have recognized me on his own outside the office.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpTru7fgvvtf3STM10KeZCDZJwK4h44J7nfYVh7htJYOCx0Vsj-amIQ93wpvbo_5UG8QmswFhHQ22AWPiJZbzKJcIYqN1OUhlB4cCb5gcjEj8dP0f8vyoFoYO1EforrWTbJd0rfr9XVFQ/s1600/playpen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpTru7fgvvtf3STM10KeZCDZJwK4h44J7nfYVh7htJYOCx0Vsj-amIQ93wpvbo_5UG8QmswFhHQ22AWPiJZbzKJcIYqN1OUhlB4cCb5gcjEj8dP0f8vyoFoYO1EforrWTbJd0rfr9XVFQ/s200/playpen.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My mind bounces back and forth between a ‘long future’ and ‘rap it up.’ Both are true. Don’t delay adventures and don’t delay mindfulness. This Saturday I’m spending a couple of hours with my cousin Sue who will be with her husband John for a modest visit at Long Beach Airport. From Long Beach they will return to Seattle to get on with their lives. I’m discovering just how important it is to look into the eyes and soul of someone you’ve known your whole life. Hey, Susie and I spent many hours sharing a playpen and toys. My mind and body know her as love and safety. We were only 2 months apart in age from birth. I didn’t become the bully until around age four, maybe five. I’m going to figure out a comfort plan for Skype and FaceTime.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-15861359114285300072012-11-07T10:29:00.000-08:002012-11-08T12:18:55.460-08:00Love Thy Neighbor<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Every Sunday both families would gather for a picnic, dinner, birthdays and all holidays. The six cousins (Jim, Susanne, Janice, Bob, Jack and Jill) would always find a mutual activity. The Christmas plays were the most detailed. Yet the grand usual Sunday evening was a simple dinner followed by a pipe and coffee event for the men and the women got the community gossip, Sorella Club news with dishes to be replaced in the cupboard. The fresh home made pie was served as the women joined the men.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our mental and social leader was Pop. None of us knew just how much this lone man would develop all of our live. Politics was the primary focus for the after dinner discussion with classical music playing on the old record player.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">For all of us, we would have been gathered last night for the election results, we would have been near a radio as soon as they were widely in use. It’s my belief and memory that no one would take delight in the painful loss for half of this country. It’s with that grace, I so fully wish comfort in the hearts of all who did not get the voted outcome that they desired.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A full country where 50% of all citizens greatly dislike the other 50%. That just isn’t the best feeling for all of us. From my family of origin we would most appreciate a supportive and co-operative endeavor for all. And we quietly thank Pop who taught us to be mindful for the feelings of others.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-72789036741446477802012-11-05T17:20:00.001-08:002012-11-05T17:20:04.751-08:00I'm quite alive .......<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRQGV_4XOBckjX0Kp8bbqSVJn_xTzMtGj5H9YczWfbbKUXc27mScQIUNfidZy3AQWCEpR0nmC391ZDjPaj' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Between every sunrise and avery sunset a full day flies by. When putting a group of days together you for a week then lifetime. I’m hearing a rumble that if I don’t blog with some regularity I might appear dead. If you know me my passing would be with great grandeur. Yet it truly brought to ming that I ought to keep friends informed.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I last left you with the red cell problem. Yet the depth of the issues was my white blood cell count was down to 1.1, and that is too low for chemotherapy. So doctor ordered me to stay away from any germs and live a quiet life. The white grew and the medicine was back.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The good news is also that I have a trip to Waikiki in front of me. Paige has offered a week long adventure to the warm Pacific shore. We’ll soak and float in the ocean. We’ve made three trips with them before so it’s very friendly. Having an adventure to plan might get me out of bed..</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sorry for being gone so long and as of today I’m actually feeling better. Adding iron has been a great idea. To Helen, Ginger and Patti - I’ll do much better with the news.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-66822997726344048982012-10-25T20:02:00.005-07:002012-10-25T20:02:44.317-07:00Getting My Ducks in a Row<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Doesn’t it just seem sensible that we take on one slice of pie at a time. The low red blood configuration allows, and encourages a very early bedtime and energy level. This presents the delay in the evening blog-update. It’s always someone else’s fault.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Now what will the doctor order with this chemical dilemma? I only know that Dr. had his nurse ask if I knew when I last had a transfusion. I did know, late August and receiving 2 pints of blood. Now, is ‘one of my ducks’ a pint of blood? ‘One’ a packet chemotherapy medication. Or ‘several weeks’ of iron supplementation. I think I’ll just worry about it all. To get ones Ducks in a Row takes real know-how and Greenwich timing.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-46973694473759020622012-10-23T16:34:00.003-07:002012-10-23T16:34:42.117-07:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzwdp288GDC55piB3ZmHmMxTWCp0R7bfcBPCsdLO2WxxP_LkP9z8MBATf705kSiCfqevd7NbAk09CHJACtafA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhd92g90sEObKMYDmTuIcETmqsjo195-ToBOUlX_eJDZSVmkup9OXvP_J6DCyLsej_G5jZ1wC9LXLv9iMembZyDLxvu_7BTLpYETJO1ELT81DfY5AZAVxmJK6okmLkjf4ki0x1jD6CKOf/s1600/J&SZoosmall.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhd92g90sEObKMYDmTuIcETmqsjo195-ToBOUlX_eJDZSVmkup9OXvP_J6DCyLsej_G5jZ1wC9LXLv9iMembZyDLxvu_7BTLpYETJO1ELT81DfY5AZAVxmJK6okmLkjf4ki0x1jD6CKOf/s1600/J&SZoosmall.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">This might mean that I am back in the publishing business. I’m promising to return to the information mode of communication. For the past two weeks I’ve been hiding in my own mind again. The news about my cancer health is remarkable. So I shall remark. There is a cancer marker regarding the protein cell growth of cancer. My numbers of growth are dropping rapidly. The true term is remission. My oncologist has added iron to my treatment. I’ve been forbidden from iron for a year because of it’s ‘blood growth’ properties. I’m learning as fast as I am healing. I have so many amazing people with prayers and my health that I am certain about that truth.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1864c5;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Secondly, with laughter being the best medicine I did have a day of laughter last week. There was a day last week that could have brought rain. For Shelby and Janice that means fun. We headed out toward the dark clouds above Glendale. On approaching our target we redirected the mission toward the Los Angeles Zoo. My walker would have to be changed into a wheelchair and off we went. The hills and trails of the zoo are mighty challenging. Our primary goal was to find the new elephant habitat.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1864c5;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">We stopped by the Flamingo Pond where I had to be helped up to get a good view over the hedge. The Gorilla Camp is forever a treat as they have so much determination to remain unique. I especially enjoyed the female who enjoyed being wrapped in her blanket.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1864c5;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Out trek toward the elephants led us to a mighty ramp with a ‘must have’ speedy adventure downhill with dangerous speed. That was where the laughter fell into place. It was also where LIFE fell into place. I’m so pleased to be able to see and experience the pleasant aspect that my choice to live is completely probable. I need my children and they need me. So it shall be - we’ll all grow up through this together. Shelby is quite good for sudden adventures and ‘let’s go’. She’ll probably never take off with me for Nepal like her sister Paige yet the “Let’s Go” is my favorite expression.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1864c5;"><br /></span></span><br />
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Believe in whatever is best for you and have the wisdom to know the difference. To my main and brave ‘health team’: Helen, Patti and Jackie I owe you my life because I was always jealous of your connection. Now I belong to you. And we belong in the zoo.</div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-2030851877364621422012-10-08T14:04:00.002-07:002012-10-08T14:04:33.089-07:00Grow Up!<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My worst problem is my worst problem. I am thin skinned. Now was I thin skinned by nature or is it the nature of my soul. Then I have a feline with sharp claws. Or the nightstand with raw wood corners. Sometimes pulling on a shirt with any strength of force.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I am looking down my arm at five fabric bandaids with Neosporin. The same white cat is still living and breathing. My chins are down to gauze bandages and soon to be flesh free. Mummies had a great plan against thin skin. Yet the truth be known, the thin skin is all part of the past two months of reconstruction. Radiation, chemotherapy, major surgery, minor surgery, biopsy, radiation scans and pain. With oodles of pain medication.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My skin holds it all together. All of the chemicals and cell development or destruction impact the cells exposed to the outside world of shape and shiny objects. It is quite possible that healthy food, soft edges and smooth emotions will heal the feel. ‘Time’ would make sense that the skin would be a bit behind the rest of the body in recovery. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I constructed a planter last Sunday to signify the health and growth of my healthy flourishing flesh. The shaded sunlight with mineral water will force the drive to thrive and develop the strength to grow.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-54315157713925111282012-10-05T20:08:00.003-07:002012-10-05T20:08:54.617-07:00Mental-Alert<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My mind just ran away. That’s why for years we’ve called it the “Runaway-Brain”. I simply refused to mind myself. The physical therapist Marsha yesterday, for our final visit, heard that I refused to get out of bed. I plainly looked at her with a smile and a nod. “I’m just too tired to get up and my primary doctor just told me that I’m well ahead in recovery.” So Marsha asked, “Can I at least take your blood pressure since I’m here and you won’t have to get out of bed?” I flung my right arm off in the direction of open space. She pumped the bulb. “Since you really have done remarkable work in you current recovery I’ll agree with you. You know your body and it needs rest more than a workout. I’ll just give you an outline of recovery and please call if you ever need more help.” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My thoughts immediately went to ‘no’ - no more medical appointments. Wednesday was a doc-free-day and I called a doctor for an appointment that day for information and direction. And when Marsha asked me to journal about my recovery I said no. I promised her a blog-report so: In the past two weeks I used the walker 90%, wheelchair, 8% and free flight 2% of the time. I have an appointment with the surgeon who placed the steel rod along my femur and gave me a low grade pain recovery from a broken leg.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp-euKW_kgUWuj8xV-4Juhjk38nZRy7WpFKQtXaRYaVHb8UuX6f-mVqnFhgwHAoqFUCO_1rmgEelxKR5I9MpSKJFd-nvNMbeUbKDKUSnQa3uZ68FGs0oJluRApluneOoMqDZ19gtVT575/s1600/Twin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp-euKW_kgUWuj8xV-4Juhjk38nZRy7WpFKQtXaRYaVHb8UuX6f-mVqnFhgwHAoqFUCO_1rmgEelxKR5I9MpSKJFd-nvNMbeUbKDKUSnQa3uZ68FGs0oJluRApluneOoMqDZ19gtVT575/s200/Twin.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Why would I stoop to a low where I could tell a fair minded and accurate member of my recovery team that I wasn’t getting out of bed. I was raised differently, manners. This time I dropped to ‘want’ and ‘need’. I knew what was the best physical therapy. Food and rest. We eventually all came to the same reasoning. I was re-praised for my hard work and strength of motion. I planned to ask the surgeon if I’m preparing a 14,000 foot climb might I need further or different therapy. I hope that he will see the value in that thought.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Even though I didn’t get up for Marsha, I did have plans for Pizza Party Friday night with my son and his babies Zoe and Stella. The endless laughter, the pizza, the apple juice and fish crackers of color. Strawberries and whipped cream were wonderful. The movie with “Tinker Bell” was merely in the background. The ‘Best of Show’ went to the iPads. We are ver fortunate that we have 2 iPads, and lucky we have two little girls.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Stella with Zoe make everyone smile and tonight it was my turn. So they brought me back - listening to my brain. My brain has listened to my body. My body listens to the cells and each cell tells the story. My brain can also tell each cell what they might do in this process. My brain tells each cell to remove each weak cell and strengthen each developing cell. Healing and cleaning and deigning is my constant job. Everything I do every day is one of the items. But always do the big stuff before 2:30 PM. That’s “Body Speak”.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-65236414227701779062012-10-02T20:07:00.003-07:002012-10-02T20:07:46.282-07:00I Care<i><span class="huge" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.</span><br /><span class="bodybold" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/ednastvin105632.html" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #0000aa; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a> </span></i><span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Yesterday I got a text message from a former client. The only reason he is ‘former’ is because I retired and became somewhat ill. When I told him of of condition I surprised him and myself. The cause of his surprise is somewhat obvious, mine was else clear to me in the moment. After a few moments of reflection I was aware of my emotional discomfort at not fully knowing why he wanted to talk to me.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’d known him for nearly 20 years. My home overlooks his former stomping grounds. I remember when he announced his engagement. I’d just seen him 18 months ago when his life changed again. I felt like I wasn’t done with the story or the support. To know so much and care so much about the life and liberty of another puts them into your head and heart forever.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I don’t like this part of retirement. It’s like reading a good book and not being able to finish it. I still want to advise and confirm the actions and movements of those people that I’ve grown to love. I must find a way to finish the good book. I do miss my clients and I will be in touch.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-66776441968883314452012-09-29T22:00:00.001-07:002012-09-29T22:00:15.989-07:00Happy Happy Birthday Baby<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Shelby’s birthday gift will take a year of my life to thank her for her duty fulfilled. And I must complete its design prior to midnight. The may arrive late but not completed late. She got Truffles and Tea Cups as gifts and I’m giving her Hope.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A family gathering this year is mighty special and enjoyable. We all want to thank each member of my ‘family team” along with Captain Shelby. Happy Birthday Baby.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-78026103619045279242012-09-28T21:02:00.000-07:002012-09-28T21:02:51.524-07:00Another Week of Life<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Here is a weekend and medical appointments are completed. Chemotherapy was this morning and radiation this afternoon. It’s a bit out of my normal zone. Yet I find myself quite normal and customary to be seeing this group as “my people.” In chemotherapy I recognized the napping young lady, the cranky brother-in-law, the weak kneed grandma and the two middle-aged moms. In radiation it seemed as many were friends. They all loved the employees and the entire medical staff. Some stayed longer than others and some were return visitors.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It’s rare to find a whole new world of experience and friendship. I wasn’t so surprised to find a world of friends in the Himalayas near Namcee Bazaar. I’d read all about Mt. Everest and people of Nepal. The community of Pucallpa in the Amazon Rain Forrest was most interesting, yet few friends were collected. It must take at lease a month of time to develop something long lasting like college, organizations, employment or a community.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I wonder about this journey into the world of cancer. Had I avoided the communication or did the knowledge flash past like becoming an astronaut or bounty hunter. In so many ways I sought out my future one step at a time. The neighborhood, clubs, hobbies, school district and education.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I can now see just how fluid life becomes beyond family. That is the one thing that I did not choose beyond a spouse. The lesson for me is that the blessings come in the gifts rather than the choices. For my children and their children are by fondest possessions. Then comes brother, sister and awesome cousins, and their children. Nature flows a mighty third with music, color and words. A field of golden poppies, the sound of the wind and a story told about them.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’m enjoying this adventure as all others before them. Learning about all things ‘new’ is the pride of life and longing. </span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-25949728450576912702012-09-26T19:02:00.000-07:002012-09-26T19:02:08.721-07:00Hair She Goes<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">All done, your mom is fine and she can leave now, please. We headed down the hill back to where I had no access to by own bed because of the carper cleaners. Never mind, it’s time ti go to radiation. Today I’ll arrive with my walker and ditch the wheelchair. As expected that effort was met by applause. Any improvement by a cancer patient is close to a miracle. I only have 4 more days of radiation - I might go all out with some eye makeup. After 11 minutes I’m all done a strolling back to the family car that will take me for my haircut. Yes, the hair cut that I’ve waited 6 months for it to happen. Grateful that my hair did not fall out I will cut it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When the hairs were trimmed we headed home with all of the trappings of a great dinner and a full night of great television - if you like Survivor and other A- programing. I’m pleased that today was not a train wreck but more like a smooth flight. I have no fear yet the people around sure have my share. “Knock it off - worry about yourself.” Not really - kisses to all.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-68550746109281645272012-09-25T18:38:00.002-07:002012-09-25T18:38:40.923-07:00Boats and Trains and Planes<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Somedays I fly through the sky with delight. Somedays I just stare at a sleek boat. And today I tumbled on a moving train. Jennifer, thank you for your nursing skills. You were perfect until the first aide kit arrived. And your flowers are beautiful. We will meet for tea again and now we have a story too.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When I got home my oldest cat gave me a matching wound on the left leg. My physical therapist told me to keep my legs up today. Okay.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Nothing was more fun than playing nurse and spending the day in bed. Tomorrow I’m getting my hair cut. I hope he stops at the neck. Love to all and now go ‘light up my life.’</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-89122031418833004342012-09-23T17:15:00.002-07:002012-09-23T17:15:38.810-07:00Don't Change the Spark Plugs<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It was also a smooth move to schedule having my bedroom carpet cleaned while merely walker-able. Yet I hate seeing a dirty floor and I’m stuck at home having to see it all of the time. I can’t pick anything up off the floor and I keep dropping things. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Those windows sure need washing yet don’t get out of bed. The cat did what, again? I’m not really a ’55 Chevy. I’m a ’45 Plymouth. Dad was a Plymouth and Desoto Dealer in our hometown. I was raised in an automotive world of wonder. I pumped gas at age 11 and did a complete forensic dissection of every wrecked car. Strands of hair in a shattered windshield was a clue, as was the empty bottle of beer on the floorboard. I often wondered was that the preceding guide to becoming a therapist. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Your “comments” back to me are like those ‘spark plugs’, each words alters my mind. And I thank you. I save every comment in a special place and reread them often. I can’t see you yet with your words let me know that you are there. Thanks you so much for caring and sharing. When you speak to me you make my head lights glow brighter. This beautiful Hibiscus is in my garden right now and this one is for you.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-35753810796199113072012-09-21T17:34:00.001-07:002012-09-21T17:34:24.360-07:00A Spacey Day<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I wanted chills and goosebumps. I got yep and done. My video will remain in the can. Yet the memory of being in Florida with Ginger on July, 8 of 2011 was a goose bumper. We were a Space Park in Florida having slept in our car all night. Many generators were keeping the television stations aware of the launch and the rain. Since I did yet to see the first Shuttle Columbia launch as well as the last I ought not have been so surprised that this day did not bring to me a ‘shock’ and ‘aw’. Seeing the last Shuttle soar into space was purely amazing.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">While Shelby stayed home today to run errands and to watch the Shuttle on television. She kept me informed by text how long it would be for the aircraft to reach my location. And she did just that. Then she noticed on television that the Shuttle did a slow and low approach over LAX before heading out to sea for a go around. She grabbed her trusty iPhone and ran up to her deck. YES, the Shuttle flew south and turned east right over her house. So you will get to see my happy face in San Pedro and Shelby perfect video over Hermosa Beach. Good work Shelby!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">After my afternoon adventure I headed off to my Friday radiation and I'm now ready for my “I did too much” nap. The weekend is a blessing and I plan to use it well.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-44686631902729480282012-09-20T18:54:00.001-07:002012-09-20T18:54:04.827-07:00It's My Job<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In the next 7 days I have 13 medical appointments. Most are in the same zip code and many are a close call from blending appointments. I wonder how I am supposed to rest my way into health with all of this activity. When I was in the hospital they all came to me. Alas, now I go to them. Physical therapy (2), Oncologist (2), radiology (5), Primary doctor (1), Dentist (1), Home Health Care nurse (1) and lab work for blood (1). Getting well is a full time job.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Today I feel like I need to go to bed around 8:00 PM and sleep for 11 hours. But no, tomorrow is the day that the Space Shuttle is flying across our sky. Today at 11:45 AM a military helicopter flew low and slow along the coast. I’m betting that to get from the Venice Pier to the Queen Mary we will have a secret front row seat at the Coastline of Redondo Beach. I’ll be on the patio with my camera fully charged. If I’m right you’ll get a video tomorrow night.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There is so much to look forward to my future that I enjoy having a full calendar. So much of ‘future days’ requires thought and planning. I’m currently planning a mental adventure up Mount Whitney and a fictional trip back in time to neolithic Britain circa 2,000 BC. Both require mental as well as physical exercise. This is much more fun than any form of worry or despair. The busier that I keep my mind the busier my feet follow.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I sure hope my feet are ready for ice cream and Jeopardy right now. Enjoy the Shuttle fly-over wherever you are tomorrow (Friday).</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-47650153738811450982012-09-19T20:12:00.001-07:002012-09-19T20:12:18.541-07:00Short And So Sweet<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">According to Dr. Nishimoto, Dr. Ru and Dr. Simco all believe that I just look too healthy. So the short and sweet of it all is I’m clearly on the mend. We are waiting for the bones to begin rebuilding and healthy cells to rule the body. No more fatigue and I’ve finally gained four pounds. It’s the prayers and fairy dust so I send you all my love and thank you.And these special flowers arrived yesterday, what a blessing.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-35804459999568645922012-09-18T21:52:00.001-07:002012-09-18T21:52:31.936-07:00All Grown Up<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Pop also taught himself to play the violin and to draw. He built one of his homes on a modest part of his 40 plus acres in the woods. The out house was still most operative as we were children as was the Sears catalog for reading and disposing. An indoor bathroom with plumbing was completed in 1960.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">His newly plowed fields of corn would become our training ground for learning to drive. Fast and furious was my plan for his ’34 Ford pickup truck. We were country folk and driving was learned before much of anything. After all, someone had to drive the tractor to get the work done.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Beyond the milestones of memories he left his art. The one thing that faded slower than memories was his etchings. Few photographs exist yet we will forever know our heritage of art, wisdom and honor. My mother followed in the pattern of artistic DNA as have I in my own development.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our ancestors have given so much and I often fail to remember that I am merely the sum total of all of my ancestors. I am but a conduit and a messenger. I am forever grateful for all who walked before me. And to those who taught me how to walk. We are never alone and/or lonely.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As I now reflect on who I am and where I’m going - I’m just afloat in the family stream.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-66914663979680890462012-09-17T18:13:00.000-07:002012-09-17T18:13:08.736-07:00Secrets<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It just happened that due to a chance meeting and with a synchronized method. I did not have cancer when we met and she was a seventeen year survivor from breast cancer. Early this spring she informed a few friends that her cancer has returned. I followed her quest for a medical team and her devout search for treatment. I was earnestly impressed with her robust conquering approach toward health.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Then one day Shelby called her in a sincerely distressed mode to tell her I had cancer. My friend immediately placed Shelby under her wing and added me to her prayers. She visited me daily in the hospital when all others were denied. Then I was introduced to my new radiologist. It was also her long sought radiologist. Then I was discharged from the hospital and given 2:30 PM as my out-patient appointment time for radiation. Yes, that is also the exact time for my twin cancer traveler. So today we both had radiation at 230 PM, same place, same medical team and same doctor.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our lives have become parallel and/or would they have been anyway if we had not met some 3 years ago by our own means? Life certainly has a path and I never know when I’m on the right path or not. As my life is completely wrapping around itself I am so impressed with what I learn with each moment that passes my way. One minute is just one secret after another. Today is full of energy and amazement.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-38901602001246854232012-09-16T17:57:00.002-07:002012-09-16T17:57:42.007-07:00Too Pooped Too Pop<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Being home is wonderful. I keep seeing all of the ‘stuff’ I need to do but it will wait as I’m too tired to get up. I’ve had zero negative reaction from the chemotherapy so I gladly accept being tired. I went to bed last night at 8:00 PM and had two good hours of energy this morning. Enough complaining!</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Since I have nothing good to say I won’t say anything at all - except - “Goodnight Gracie”.</span></div>
Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-64847938000231529422012-09-15T07:52:00.001-07:002012-09-15T07:52:50.255-07:00Road Trip<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My spiritual leader of misadventure has a plan to climb Mt. Whitney next August. Why not? It’s just a plan. I’ll sure benefit from a lofty goal. The dream, the training, the positive plan and a group of people all wondering “what the hell were we thinking.” Of course Shelby will not be pleased as she believes these adventures are just as dangerous as surviving cancer. Life is a risk - take it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I also have a new imaginary friend from a past life. The era is of 2400 BC and we were two little girls born to the local stone masons. This story developed out of a desire to explain a relationship. Sometimes the truth is just too bland. So now I’m mentally prepared to engulf my mind in merry ole Britain. Actually, beyond the ‘past life’ part my grandmother, Nelly Bibby, was from that neck of Wiltshire.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKr7mlJ4OdL8JDjmVs_HIZ215-7dECe8kEKdA1XWO117iYtlu6W3nlKSl_kCS-o7cgbs7G-X0gV01fNFzkBhyR_WwED7we2fGPoTxtLUKItsO4QqVEy4aVGO1e-HBioK4klcGJJODyYh2g/s1600/DecoCup.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKr7mlJ4OdL8JDjmVs_HIZ215-7dECe8kEKdA1XWO117iYtlu6W3nlKSl_kCS-o7cgbs7G-X0gV01fNFzkBhyR_WwED7we2fGPoTxtLUKItsO4QqVEy4aVGO1e-HBioK4klcGJJODyYh2g/s320/DecoCup.JPG" width="238" /></a><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Putting both feet back into reality I am about to pack and toss. The packing will look a great deal like tossing and the tossing will not look at all like packing. I have two award notices to write. Joanna and Alacia will get a written commendation, the Daisy Award is the prize if either of these nurses are recognized for their talents. I’ve just been here way too long so - GET ME OUT! I have even had so much ‘lazy brain time that I decorated my water pitcher. Again I whisper - get me out of here, please.</span></div>
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Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-76169327908157072242012-09-13T20:14:00.000-07:002012-09-13T20:14:09.332-07:00Another Night of SleepDepression sometimes floats quickly down a stream as opposed to a swirling golden leaf endlessly twisting in a whirlpool among a rock outcropping. My depression and sadness abated when I challenged my physical therapist into showing me how to climb a flight a stairs. A real flight of stairs - not just the little mock flight they have set-up in their gym. This flight of stairs belonged to the actual hospital with a wide staircase reaching up to the fourth floor. I took on one floor and gained a Mastery Badge. Both Joy and Dave had a "No way!" for me. Yet I know that my manicurist is at the top of a flight of stairs. Motivation is the highest form of vanity.<br />
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Then I got to spend from 10:30 until 4:15 in chemotherapy. The chemo nurse often asked, "Are you still okay?" what might happen if I weren't okay? I do know that many people with cancer have all sorts of trouble in all sorts of ways. I just don't fly from that tree. I'm never ill. I still have all of my thin scrawny hair (she said gratefully). And my intestines are awaiting the next meal.<br />
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So promptly at 4:15 I'm off in the corridor within the bowels of this huge hospital pushed along by our trusty Brian. The radiation took 12 minutes and Brian returned me to my room where I needed to get ready for a 5:00 PM "Iced Tea Party" in the cafeteria. Two grandchildren from New York and Santa Cruz are visiting. Aly is Paige's youngest and NYC Matt is her oldest. Matt is our HBO whiz kid and Aly just scored a new job as a retail store manager in San Jose. That hour went by fast but we all had a great visit.<br />
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Back to my room, exhausted and hungry. Both have been satisfied. I do feel that some candy must be found and that might require a road trip. Translated: wheelchair to gift shop. Since, I am a half day ahead in my blogging I am posting two blogs today just to catch up with myself.<br />
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Depression is replaced by exhaustion. Once again, a good nights sleep ought to reframe the day.Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179892894997446437.post-57058694391018865482012-09-13T07:13:00.000-07:002012-09-13T07:13:01.136-07:00Just Sleep On It<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I just had my first moment of apprehension about leaving the hospital Saturday. I will have been here 24 days. I know the routine. I push a button and a person arrives asking, "Can I help you?" My leg was healed by a stranger in a dark green smock. Brian takes me for radiation everyday. Helen drops by daily for laughs and grins. Joy makes me exercise. My bed has buttons for up, down and sideways.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I can order any food I want. In fact, I've eaten everything everyday and gained 1/10 of a pound. I have seven items of clothing which is plenty for a month. No makeup and horrible hair. And then I look 80 and just like my mother. (No one wants to look like their 80 year old mother.) I'm just not sure about change. I do have 4 hours of chemotherapy tomorrow morning. That often brings a prestressed attitude. I've never had a bad experience so what's up.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Oh, and Shelby and Paige have normal days out in the real world tomorrow. A raw waft of depression must have just come sweeping through the room. Being home will be different and quiet. Cats and naps. The Pacific Ocean just out the window. The real world with challenges and uncertainties. Hmmm, depression has been a friend of mine for many years, maybe it missed me too. If I feed it then a 'heavy attitudinal weight' is certainly pumped up by all of the attention. Therefore, by looking forward to depression and fear I might reroute the flow of that river of tears.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Having something to look forward to is the usual medicine. The only blockage is that when depressed you don't really want to make yourself happy. Shucks, there is a trick move in here somewhere and "Checkmate" is proclaimed. Or do I declare, yippee a trip to Trader Joe's. Maybe the cuddle nap with two white cats. Actually, my Tempur-Pedic mattress is number one in the running at the moment. Over the next 36 hours I will ponder wants and wishes with some sorrow. Hell, I don't even want a new iPhone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">As I said, depression is an old friend of mine.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">Sadness is a wall between two gardens. Khalil Gibran</span>Janice Heldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15729597729849638992noreply@blogger.com4