My husband and I woke up this morning and decided to go to our favorite diner for breakfast. He was against the idea because I am a little weak and it takes a lot of energy for me to go out. I told him that I not only wanted to but needed to do the things I love to do while I can. My doctor has told me that the chances of recovery are slim and soon enough I may not be able to enjoy these things. I still have hope but reality is setting in. We ate and talked and had a great time. I have started to snap photos in my mind so that I can picture these moments forever. After we ate, I was tired and we went home.
We sat on the rocking chairs on our front porch for hours. He asked if I was scared. I told him that I am accepting my fate whatever that may be but I worry that he will be ok. I, in turn, asked him if he was scared. He told me that he couldn't imagine his life without me and doesn't think about it because he wouldn't be able to be strong for me if he did. I told him that I have no regrets and I thanked him. He has been my rock. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would find not only my love but my best friend but I prayed and God answered by bringing him to me. I told him that we will get through this together . I believe that ' til death do us part' is only a temporary phrase. Life will go on. Life is good. It will treat him well. We will have our time together again and when we do it will be for eternity. He asked me if I prayed for a cure. I told him that I am at peace. I am giving God a break. I will pray to him again when it's time.
We sat on the porch all afternoon as if time would never end and I snapped another photo.
*Please see prior post for beginning of fiction story.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Life is Good
Life has treated me well. I am blessed with a loving husband and two children who have taught me what true love means. As any parent knows, there is no greater love than the love of your children. I believe everything happens for a reason. Sometimes that reason eludes us.
My name is Anna. I am 48 and I have breast cancer. Physically, I am a tired and worn but mentally I am as as alive as I have ever been. I have prayed all of my life. I have prayed for what everyone prays for but mostly I have prayed that I travel on the path that was intended for me. I believe that He has a plan for me and I am on the path He wants me to take. I am prepared for whatever that path may be. I am now giving my time for prayer to those who need it more. I will pray again when I need Him to direct me to my next step. For now , it is someone else's turn.
To be continued....
*This is a work of fiction.
My name is Anna. I am 48 and I have breast cancer. Physically, I am a tired and worn but mentally I am as as alive as I have ever been. I have prayed all of my life. I have prayed for what everyone prays for but mostly I have prayed that I travel on the path that was intended for me. I believe that He has a plan for me and I am on the path He wants me to take. I am prepared for whatever that path may be. I am now giving my time for prayer to those who need it more. I will pray again when I need Him to direct me to my next step. For now , it is someone else's turn.
To be continued....
*This is a work of fiction.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Boo!
I believe in ghosts. I may watch too much TV but I do believe they exist. My older sister used to see my grandfather ( my father's dad) when she was little and my mother (who unless she saw it for herself probably wouldn't believe it ) saw him once as well. He used to look over my sister. We never met him. He died before we were even born. I never saw him.
When I first moved into my house I was worried about being scared. I am a big sissy and living alone was a little frightening. I was surprisingly fine and didn't really worry ( although when I first moved in I would check to be sure the doors were locked 5 times before I went to bed.. that is OCD not fear).
Shortly after I moved in, I was in bed one night and the house was very quiet. I heard a loud crash that sounded like an ashtray fell and broke. I always say it sounded like an ashtray although an ashtray doesn't have a specific sound so I don't know there that comes from. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. I got up and went down there ( its unfinished and musty and dark down there). There was nothing. I looked outside to see if maybe someone was putting out the trash or recycle bins. This was dumb since it was 2:00 a.m and most of my neighbors are old . Nothing. I laid in bed a little freaked but that was the end of that.
A few years later I was in bed trying to sleep and I felt ( very strongly) someone standing over me I was WIDE awake but had my eyes closed. I was too scared to open them so I didn't. I just laid there.. waiting to die. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I seriously thought I was going to die of a heart attack. I laid there for about 30 minutes and the feeling never went away. I knew I needed to open my eyes because obviously if someone was there it would be impossible not to hear them after that long and if they hadn't killed me by now then they weren't going to. So I opened them and there was nothing there. A minute or two later the feeling passed. My sleep sucked that night.
Yesterday afternoon I was watching My Ghost Story on TV. It was light out , my sister was watching with me, no big deal. Then my sister left. I started to freak out because now I had ghosts on my mind . I went into my bedroom and the closet was open. I am anal and never leave my closet open so it naturally had to be a ghost. So I put in a movie, The Soloist ( 2 thumbs up), in hopes that the ghost had already seen that movie and would go to someone's house so it didn't have to watch it again. It worked. The ghost was gone. I should be a Medium.
When I first moved into my house I was worried about being scared. I am a big sissy and living alone was a little frightening. I was surprisingly fine and didn't really worry ( although when I first moved in I would check to be sure the doors were locked 5 times before I went to bed.. that is OCD not fear).
Shortly after I moved in, I was in bed one night and the house was very quiet. I heard a loud crash that sounded like an ashtray fell and broke. I always say it sounded like an ashtray although an ashtray doesn't have a specific sound so I don't know there that comes from. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. I got up and went down there ( its unfinished and musty and dark down there). There was nothing. I looked outside to see if maybe someone was putting out the trash or recycle bins. This was dumb since it was 2:00 a.m and most of my neighbors are old . Nothing. I laid in bed a little freaked but that was the end of that.
A few years later I was in bed trying to sleep and I felt ( very strongly) someone standing over me I was WIDE awake but had my eyes closed. I was too scared to open them so I didn't. I just laid there.. waiting to die. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and I seriously thought I was going to die of a heart attack. I laid there for about 30 minutes and the feeling never went away. I knew I needed to open my eyes because obviously if someone was there it would be impossible not to hear them after that long and if they hadn't killed me by now then they weren't going to. So I opened them and there was nothing there. A minute or two later the feeling passed. My sleep sucked that night.
Yesterday afternoon I was watching My Ghost Story on TV. It was light out , my sister was watching with me, no big deal. Then my sister left. I started to freak out because now I had ghosts on my mind . I went into my bedroom and the closet was open. I am anal and never leave my closet open so it naturally had to be a ghost. So I put in a movie, The Soloist ( 2 thumbs up), in hopes that the ghost had already seen that movie and would go to someone's house so it didn't have to watch it again. It worked. The ghost was gone. I should be a Medium.
Friday, April 1, 2011
How I saved Tony Orlando's Life...
I was walking down the streets of New York minding my own business. I was looking extremely cute that day. I had on a pair of black capris, a black and white shirt and a yellow headband for color. The streets were crowded and full of people in a hurry. All of the sudden wild boars came stampeding down Times Square and everyone started running in terror!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH NO (I thought to myself) I never expected to die today in such an outrageous scene ! I pulled it together and thought 'You can save the world! You can do this and you ARE in New York lookin all cute maybe you will be a hero and go on the Today Show … which would be convenient being as I am already in here'. Then I thought ..'well wait (all the while people are screaming all around me like crazys being chased by wild boars) if I go on the Today Show I want to be interviewed by Matt Lauer and he is on assignment so maybe I won’t save the world'… Then I decided it was the right thing to do.
Suddenly I was snapped out of my ridiculous daydream by a loud halting scream. I turn and look and there is Tony Orlando. He was high up in a tree and he yelled down to me ‘ I’m so very scared and frightened. What will Dawn think if I die this way???’ I reply ‘ What will they think if you live and knew you were a sissy hiding in a tree Mr. Tony Orlando? Then he yells ‘ LOOK they are getting closer RUN’’ ( insert scary dramatic music here)… So I duck into Tiffanys as they go stampeding by (by the way there is a beautiful diamond necklace I saw there while I was waiting for the wild boars to leave the streets of New York that I have my eye on)…
After the boars were gone and I tried on that necklace, I ran back outside in search of a soul to save. I look up and there is Tony dangling from a branch. The boars cracked the tree as they sped by and he was about to come crashing down and splat onto the ground. Being as I was still looking cute and didn’t really want to climb the tree and get dirty I need to come up with a plan. Suddenly it clicked to me. There is a way to keep him safe so the tree doesn’t fall until help arrives!!!!! I bravely took the yellow ribbon from my head and tied it around that old oak tree!!!!
He lived and we took a picture…
Suddenly I was snapped out of my ridiculous daydream by a loud halting scream. I turn and look and there is Tony Orlando. He was high up in a tree and he yelled down to me ‘ I’m so very scared and frightened. What will Dawn think if I die this way???’ I reply ‘ What will they think if you live and knew you were a sissy hiding in a tree Mr. Tony Orlando? Then he yells ‘ LOOK they are getting closer RUN’’ ( insert scary dramatic music here)… So I duck into Tiffanys as they go stampeding by (by the way there is a beautiful diamond necklace I saw there while I was waiting for the wild boars to leave the streets of New York that I have my eye on)…
After the boars were gone and I tried on that necklace, I ran back outside in search of a soul to save. I look up and there is Tony dangling from a branch. The boars cracked the tree as they sped by and he was about to come crashing down and splat onto the ground. Being as I was still looking cute and didn’t really want to climb the tree and get dirty I need to come up with a plan. Suddenly it clicked to me. There is a way to keep him safe so the tree doesn’t fall until help arrives!!!!! I bravely took the yellow ribbon from my head and tied it around that old oak tree!!!!
He lived and we took a picture…
The End
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Road rage...
I was in my car driving yesterday and hit a little traffic. I needed to get in the right lane because I was trying to get on the turnpike . I put on my turn signal and naturally no one wanted to let me in. I don't understand why people do that. I am one car. If you needed to get over I would let you in. The fear of getting to my destination 15 seconds later than I would if I had not let you in doesn't bother me. I wasn't speeding past all the traffic to get in at the last second . It was well before the turnpike entrance. So I finally see my break. There is a black Pathfinder and I could cross in front of it with plenty of room. As I start to do so, he guns it so I can't get in. I get annoyed , call him an asshole under my breath and manage to get over a few cars behind him. I get over it and keep driving.
I get to the booth ,get my ticket and I see that he is the booth next to mine getting his ticket. After I have my ticket, I go . The ramp I am getting on is in the same lane that I am in so I start driving straight ahead. He comes flying up ( he is to my right and is 'supposed' to yield to the traffic going straight. He decides he is just going to get over and cut me off. Now I am in the lane I am supposed to be in and he should be waiting for me to pass to get over. But NOOOOO he cuts me off. I tried not to let him in but he was so close to hitting me that I had to brake. I was soooooooooo mad. This guy was just an asshole who decided that because I tried ( WITH my signal on and with yielding... obviously because he wouldn't let me in) to get over in front of him ( when there was room to do so) that he was going to cut me off. I didn't cut him off! I would understand if I had cut him off and gotten in the lane that he would be angry but I didn't do that. At this point I am really mad and giving him the finger. Who does that??
So we get on the turnpike and I get in another lane right away because I need to get away from him because I am so mad. Dude then is driving on the turnpike at about 40 mph. Ok so you aren't in a hurry because you are driving way under the speed limit so what is your problem? I keep driving. At the exit, there is traffic. He catches up. I get in the lane to get my ticket and I see him in the lane to my left. I look at him.. he looks straight ahead. I am now hoping that I end up in front of him just for the satisfaction that him being a prick didn't get him any farther. The car in front of me is rumaging for change and he managed to get out ahead of me. He was gone after that. I am a calm person but I understand why people get road rage. Drivers can be assholes. I don't wish harm on anyone but I do hope he loses control of his bladder....
I get to the booth ,get my ticket and I see that he is the booth next to mine getting his ticket. After I have my ticket, I go . The ramp I am getting on is in the same lane that I am in so I start driving straight ahead. He comes flying up ( he is to my right and is 'supposed' to yield to the traffic going straight. He decides he is just going to get over and cut me off. Now I am in the lane I am supposed to be in and he should be waiting for me to pass to get over. But NOOOOO he cuts me off. I tried not to let him in but he was so close to hitting me that I had to brake. I was soooooooooo mad. This guy was just an asshole who decided that because I tried ( WITH my signal on and with yielding... obviously because he wouldn't let me in) to get over in front of him ( when there was room to do so) that he was going to cut me off. I didn't cut him off! I would understand if I had cut him off and gotten in the lane that he would be angry but I didn't do that. At this point I am really mad and giving him the finger. Who does that??
So we get on the turnpike and I get in another lane right away because I need to get away from him because I am so mad. Dude then is driving on the turnpike at about 40 mph. Ok so you aren't in a hurry because you are driving way under the speed limit so what is your problem? I keep driving. At the exit, there is traffic. He catches up. I get in the lane to get my ticket and I see him in the lane to my left. I look at him.. he looks straight ahead. I am now hoping that I end up in front of him just for the satisfaction that him being a prick didn't get him any farther. The car in front of me is rumaging for change and he managed to get out ahead of me. He was gone after that. I am a calm person but I understand why people get road rage. Drivers can be assholes. I don't wish harm on anyone but I do hope he loses control of his bladder....
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Out of the mouth of babes
Quote of the week : " Can you please turn around while I put on my pajamas? When I was a baby, I didn't care if you saw but now that I know what these parts are I don't want you to see them."
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