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Monday Musings on A New Year…

My New Year’s Eve hair, still crazy after all this year:

I’m feeling very optimistic lately.  I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it’s for a variety of reasons. I’ve given it some thought, because I haven’t always been a really upbeat person.  I can have a somewhat sarcastic, self-deprecating view of life.  In fact, many people in my family use humor as a defense mechanism.

But last year on January 1 I was bald  (pretty much everywhere), I had a sinus infection and one more chemo treatment to face.  We had a big trip planned with three of our children for hubby’s birthday at the end of January and if they couldn’t/wouldn’t do my treatment the first week of the year because of infection, it might have pushed everything back.  And, tired as I was, I didn’t want to ruin all the plans we’d made and miss the trip.  It all worked out.  I got on the plane with my fake boob and my fake hair and it was fine.  More than fine, really.

This year I feel pretty great.  I’m not bald anymore and I got through the holidays.  I had a wonderful time.   I’m grateful to have my energy back and be able to do whatever I want.  I’m mostly just grateful to be cancer free and alive.  Does that sound overly dramatic?  Maybe…

Yes, I know our country is in a mess and my state in particular (Illinois) has more than its share of problems.  It’s winter and for my neck of the woods that means cold and snow.  Today our expected high temperature was three.  Yes, three degrees F. with wind chills that make it feel like minus 20 degrees.

But looking ahead is still exciting to me.  2018 brings another 365 chances to live life to the fullest, make a difference, make some changes.  I don’t have any really lofty goals.  I want to remain positive, roll with whatever life throws my way and be grateful I have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, enough food to eat and more opportunities available to me than so many people in this world.  I want to keep exercising, use my creativity and volunteer some of my time.  And I think I have my bout with breast cancer to thank for that perspective.

I guess dealing with a serious disease will do that to you.  As will living more years than I want to admit!  I’ve learned that sometimes bad things happen.  Sometimes they seem worse the more we dwell on them.  I’ve learned that when I look around, there is always someone carrying a heavier load than mine and that always makes my problems easier to bear.

And I will always have hope that things will get better.  Life is good.  Happy New Year, my friends!

#atozchallenge, H is for Hope…

Harry and Sam sat in the hospital room with their dad, talking to him as they’d been asked, but he remained unresponsive.  They finally convinced their mom to go to the cafeteria with her daughters-in-law.  Bethany had refused to leave their dad’s side since he’d been brought to the hospital and the neurologist said only time would tell the extent of damage from his stroke.

As the boys spoke, telling stories about work and grandchildren, Sam thought Dad’s hand moved.  Maybe it was wishful thinking.   Then Dad opened his eyes and their hearts filled with hope.  They texted Bethany, he’s awake!

My theme this year is 100 word fiction.  This is a continuation of B is for Breathe which you can read here.



Some days she could fill a journal

About Pierre, her heartache infernal

But he was so sorrowful each time he’d stray

And he’d adore her til she said she would stay

Quel dommage!*   Hope springs eternal…

*What a shame

(For some reason I felt the need for this to be set in France and use French, which I don’t speak) 🙂  C’est la vie…

In response to Mind and Life Matters Limerick Poetry Challenge.

Photo credit:  Pinterest

A lovely lady…a shopping encounter

My lovely virtual friend Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha graciously allowed me to share a very moving story that is so fitting for this month of October. Please check out her blog for more wonderful stories!

a cooking pot and twisted tales

Strength & Courage Quotes 12

Whats on my mind you ask?

This evening, I went grocery shopping with the children and as we traipsed lazily down the aisle, a young, tall, slim, beautiful lady passed me by with a young child.

The first thing that I saw was her hair that was shaved to the scalp and she wore the skin-cut with pride.

I tried not to stare, but I knew. My spirit grew disquietened.

In my heart, I knew that this lovely soul is battling for her life.

We walked past her and continued our shopping but my mind couldn’t focus.

After a while, I backtracked several aisles down to find her. I felt a bit nervous that she might not appreciate my disturbing her peace, but a little voice in my heart said Go! So I continued.

I approached tentatively and out-rightly told her that I noticed her shaved scalp and she confirmed…

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