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Wardrobe
I awaken from a dream with cars and lifts and a born-again, rounded Rocky housed at the top of a tall, spindly building that tips dramatically as the wind blows and makes me wonder if it will snap off the spire at any moment and plummet us all to the earth. “Bother with reality!” I… Read more
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Actions . . .
You are changed, you know? You’re never quite the same. I’ve had three major surgeries and there’s always something different about the me who comes back. I’m not sure of the extent of the altered me yet, but it struck me today that there’s a shift and it’s only now starting to manifest itself in… Read more
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We found each other
You have family and you have friends, it’s that cut and dry, right? Nah. I’ve come to realize that family has as much to do with bonds as blood. I have a beautiful family in blood — my sons check on me constantly to make sure I’m comfortable and safe as I heal, D is… Read more
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Sappy-ass 70s
Oh, do let’s not read another book about dying or near fatal health conditions. Cripe. I now realize that it’s unfortunate the books that were available to choose from as I prepared for this latest journey were all from the seventies. And come to think of it, maybe they’re not so classic as I thought.… Read more
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Wait
Don’t give up. I’m still here. Getting an A+ from the docs and PTs and nurses and stuff. I’m doing well. I’m being a very good girl. Been too drugged/fatigued/compliant to read much so far, although I did get through The Silver Chair and Thursday’s Child. So, yeah, I’ll get there. I’m doing this. Not… Read more