So sorry about your little buddy. Something a child should never have to endure. Lost two of my "chemo" buddies this week. We were in the middle of chemo treatments exactly two years ago. They were both over 10 years younger than me and still had kids at home. Just rips my heart out. I feel a responsibility to myself and my family, of course, but I also feel a sense of responsibility to those that crossed my life, but left, to always strive to embrace life, live it fully, since so far I've been given a reprieve.
Running tights and top and laps around the chemo ward...everyone has their cross to bear...mine is a T-stand with IVs.
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Laps around the chemo lounge two years ago this month.
First climb 3 weeks post chemo. At Trash Can Rock during Flander's Fest. And getting to see everyone! Yeah...couldn't ask for more!
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My first post chemo climb, JT. Bald and all. Couldn't climb during chemo because I had no resistance to infections and scrapes and cuts would have been a no no, plus I was on blood thinners, as my Onc said "a fall could be fatal". "Ok doc".
If you are healthy, never, ever take it for granted. If you're not healthy, do everything you can to get as healthy as you can and you will surely enjoy life as if someone left the gate open!
to always strive to embrace life, live it fully, since so far I've been given a reprieve.
Exactly. Thank you for sharing your story, Susan, and good on you for having such an appreciative attitude. I believe it allows us to live longer. (don't ya think?)
I played with one of my favorite little girls this weekend, Ripley, the daughter of my girl Drea and her hubby Dan.
TGT... Thank you for the link... I cannot even begin to tell you the lengths I went to get a Superhero at the bedside of Giovanni, just 45 minutes before he passed... it was a stunning moment. I had never seen the following photo before, but Yvonne shared it last night...
(actually, this photo makes me very sad) (not sure if I can handle seeing it... Giovanni was my little buddy, and Mazen and his mom, Lucky, are MY heroes for helping me make this moment happen)
So. . . here are some shots that still blow my mind. . . my traveling pal, Joan, from Philly, was here a couple springs ago and we were driving, aimlessly through the depths of rural Montana. . . WAY out there in the dirt. As we passed a particularly beautiful cascade that was roaring down the hillside, something else bellowed at me. . . and I threw it in reverse and powered back to this funny little turn out.
We parked and got out. . . and for some reason walked around through the forest. . . then, there. . . at our feet were these rocks. . . with little stick on foam letters. . . they made us LAUGH OUT LOUD AND DO A LITTLE JIG!
YAY!
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INDEED!
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We did!
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I gave thought to writing a human interest story for the local paper, in hopes of finding out what was behind these things. . . but. . . decided that knowing might kill the magic!
I spent Sunday evening with a great couple I know... and I got to ride on the back of a bike again, this time on the West side of Tucson, and at sunset.
We took a short trip to their new home...
It is euphamism for what turtles due with their heads and neck when they are scared. It is related to how cold affects the male anatomy. I'll leave it at that ;-)
OK. . . here's an update on the WordRocks. . . when I saw those old photos this morning, I sent them to Joan, too. . . she wonders if they're still out there. . . SOOOOOOOOOO. . . we've decided to go looking for them.
I'm wondering if I even remember what road we were on? This place is a labyrinth of dirt roads.
There's an odd pavilion at the turn out, set back from the road - a big ass steel roof with picnic tables under it. . . no signs, nothin'. . . just a big concrete floor with a roof and tables. . . hmmmmmmmmm. . .
She'll be here next month. . . and the way things are going, this thread will still be here then. . . so. . . we'll go huntin' and I'll post up!
Let us know!