Her Mother had just been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer.
Treatment started right away. Continue reading “May 2017”
Her Mother had just been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer.
Treatment started right away. Continue reading “May 2017”
Give thanks for unknown blessings that are already on their way. ~Native American prayer
Blessings I know about.
The unknown blessings will be a joy unexpected.
I felt it shelter to speak to you. ~Emily Dickinson
Thank you, my friends, for your kind and loving words at the death of my daughter-in-law.
I read them all and was comforted by them.
They were a shelter, a safe place to grieve.
Thank you for being with me.
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. Meister Eckhart 1260-1328 Christian Theologian
There was a new nurse today at my doctor’s office.
She was young and eager to please.
She had trouble taking my blood pressure.
I didn’t mind, but she was flustered.
She succeeded the second time.
She was pleased, then puzzled and then upset to see me in tears…
Of course, it had nothing to do with her…
It’s just that she was young. Continue reading “An Encounter”
“When you are in the midst of a fog and can’t see the shoreline, you need a compass. Reach out to a trusted friend or adviser for perspective. People are not hard-wired to go it alone. They need others to survive and thrive.” — Edward T. Creagan, M.D. Mayo Clinic
I am fighting the fog that has descended ever since my daughter-in-law entered hospice care a few days ago.
I am thankful to friends, family and neighbors who are helping me to bear the pain.
I grieve for her stuck down by this terrible disease at such a young age.
I grieve for her husband, my son, as he watches his family torn apart.
I grieve for their toddler who will not have her mother as she grows up.
There will be happiness again one day, but, for now, we are struggling to keep the shore in sight.
I am under a lot of stress.
My daughter-in-law has stage 4 cancer.
I started a new job recently which is not going well. I lost my job…
It is cold outside.
Belle is an old dog of unknown heritage, beloved by my son.
He and Belle found each other in the months shortly after my husband/his father died. Continue reading “Belle”