I have been sitting here thinking about what it is that I am feeling....it is the evening before my last radiation session and I am sort of numb. I feel a little nauseous (which is sort of a daily thing as of late) and I wonder how long it will be before I feel 100%. Maybe this is 100% !
I can hear Mark puttzing around in the kitchen doing what ever it is that keeps him busy and I can faintly hear Logan and Julianna upstairs playing and laughing.
There is something healing about the laughter of a child. Sometimes they are belly laughs and sometimes just pure joy in life!!! Makes me smile just thinking about them. They are so real! Last night I was visiting with Autumn and she very calmly told me that her daddy was pooping!! HA! TMI Dana? Now blog-land knows that you poop!!!! Eeeuuuwww!
I spent several hours totally by myself at Set Free this morning and it was a breath of fresh air. It is totally a no-brainer 'volunteer job' but it is exactly what I needed. It was me and no one else for a couple of hours! Just me and the Lord and bags and bags of donations ;) The broom and I kicked up quite a dust storm as I cleaned and prayed quietly ( Sometimes not so quietly). I tried to only give thanks and not ask for anything . That is harder than it sounds.
Greedy bugger that I am....
Tonight I give thanks once again for all of you that have been so faithful in lifting me up in prayer and for those of you that have blessed me in ways that only you and I will know about (and of course God knows too) .
I came home today and already the cards are coming in... So thoughtful. Mark and I were sniffing as I read them to him.
I think that I will get ready for bed....so tired. Mark is already sleeping! It feels like it should be at least 8:00! I will let you know how tomorrow goes.
I used to call my mother and ask her how she was doing, she would respond "I'm still keeking", without her accent it would be "I'm still kicking". This is my story, my thoughts in the middle of the night when I am alone or the middle of the day surrounded by loved ones but still alone in my mind. You are only as sick as your biggest secret and I'm pretty sick(in more ways than one,tee hee!). So this blog is going to show you what goes on in the mind of a REAL Macho Woman! scarey.
1 comment:
Julie, I get to leave the first comment this time. I just want you to know that I have gleaned such strength and inspiration from your Blog. Your transparency is admirable and touching. Your entwining of struggles with humor is very brave. I tried to think of a different word here, but this is the word that kept returning to my mind, so it is what I will use. It is brave the way you sprinkle humor among the accounts of your struggles and those of people you stumble across. "Don't sweat the small stuff -- it's all small stuff." But it isn't. It is life-changing stuff, often frightening and painful, but the humor is like bubbles of oil that float those trying experiences up on the top, so that you - and we - don't drown in them!
Thank you so much for sharing it all with me - I feel like it is just with me, even though you have many others that follow your Blog. It is very personal. You don't write to all of us, but to each of us personally.
I hope, trust, and believe that this is the end of your journey with Cancer, but I hope it isn't the end of your Blog. If it is, I will surely miss it, Julie. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I love you,
WildWo
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