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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
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Importance and pain
How could something so important be so painful? My brother gave me the DVDs that rerecorded all the reel-to-reel tapes we sent to and received from Uncle Dee when he was in Vietnam. They talk about my unborn brother in anticipation. He died. I hear my beloved uncle as the boy I remember — not much… Read more