Mondays

Wouldn't you love to have a nickel for every time you have said or heard a statement about Mondays? You know the comments...Monday mornings are tough, I hate Mondays, everything is so hectic on Monday. I think most of us would have a nice savings account if we just had put that nickel aside. The thing about Monday today takes me back to when I read a book named "Wheels" I think (please don't quote me). It was a story about automobile manufactures' and when the best time to order a car. According to the story the best time was to have them build your car on a Wednesday because they weren't hung over from the weekend, it wasn't hump day until they got off work so the workers were still feeling pretty good. Also, they weren't all excited and sidetracked about what they were going to do for the weekend. I feel the same way about surgery on Mondays. I worry that the Dr. may have had a bad weekend, his wife ticked him off, or he just doesn't want to come to work because it's Monday. And here I am in pain from a kidney stone and have no choice but to do it today.
Thank God I believe that He guides the hands that will do the work and keep me safe. He hasn't brought me this far just to drop me now.
Guest were flowing in and out of the house all weekend and the Duke is keeping busy just looking for diet Chocolate Soda. He did get all the leaves up that were on the grass and the yard one more time looks good. That Chewy dog has given it a rough go this summer. We have our new Cliff Harris/Randy Mann calendar in place and life is good.
Even if it is a Monday and I'm on my way to the sand and gravel pit....oh, Joy!

What A Difference A Day Makes

Well, I guess all the laughter, tears, prayers and good wishes are working for now. The good news is that the tumors have shrunk to about 50% of their original size. The Duke and I are happy about it in different ways.
His comes from the fact that I will be around longer, mine is from the fact that I now get to remodel the kitchen because I'll be cooking in it for a while longer. Some times you just have to negotiate for the right things. You see, I am truly ready whenever the Good Lord thinks it's my time. No worries there. In the mean time, I have some things to do that are important to me and probably me alone. One of the most important is trying to mend a relationship with my oldest daughter. I'm not sure I will ever see that happen, but let's face it, prayer works.
Another is to travel. When the Duke and I were honeymooning in Yellowstone we bought one of the Passbooks to the National Parks. I'm looking to fill it up if we can. Anyone have a great motor home they are looking to see go somewhere else? That's the next plan after the holidays.
This is the second time I have learned that I really do get to live my life one day at a time, and I really am blessed that I get it. Plan the plan and not the results they say.
Well, the Duke is doing dinner tonight. What a great life, I have 2 men cooking for me. How lucky can one lady get.
Keep Laughing....

Round Tw0 & 2 Days till Round Three....

This is what chemo can do for you too! Someone said recently that they would like to blog about some of the funnier things that are happening in their life, but were afraid they might offend. Who in the right or left mind could be offended by this reworked photo. I wonder if Cheryl Burchell recognizes the real me. After all, she sold us our wedding rings also. I was even seen lunching at the Red Lobster on the day of offical hair loss with a sweet silver haired old lady. What fun I had and I hope the man I bought the coffee for knows how much I appreciated his reactions. It was like watching a movie on someone's face for about 20 minutes. Thank you for the laughter you brought to my friend and I.
Seriously though... I would rather have a 100 stares of "what the He__!" than the stares I get when folks realize that you don't have hair and they rightfully assume you have cancer. Bet most of them guess breast cancer....Wrong...it's adenocarcinoma....stage 4. And there is no stage 5 as they say. Tomorrow we find out if the chemo is helping or not and I won't lie and say I'm not nervous. I am. But for one of the few times in my life I am not afraid. The Good Lord has been watching over me all this time and what will be, will be. In the mean time I am going to live my life like I love it and encourage all of my friends (including the ones I haven't met yet) to do the same.
I watched with envy the other day at the marvalous people on "Oprah" the other day that seem to look at it like I do. Enjoy and celebrate what we have. Not what we think we deserve. Life is good.