Hello Fellow Travelers!
I sincerely hope everyone around the world looked skyward at some point and felt connected and generous of spirit in whatever religion you practice. I will temper last weeks' adventure-into-creepyville with something really festive that marks the season!
These are not microscopic images of blood, like Patient Spouse thinks they more closely resemble than what they actually are, sugarplums. Whether or not they're real is of no importance: they look real and that's what counts! They look exactly like they're supposed to, like you imagined them, plums coated in clouds of sugar dust. Iced and juicy. Images of them could dance in your head!
Being cancer-free (but Wheelchair Bound) I've experienced everything terrifying and wonderful every second we have on this planet has to offer. I've spent years trapped inside my own mind (I'm fortunate there's a lot of room in there to wander around) and come to the conclusion I'm very lucky to be alive at all (Thank you, Hamid!) and by continuing to live I have an intrinsic responsibility to record my journey on life's highway, no matter where it goes or how long it takes (Thank you!, Dr. P.)
December, 2014 is a month like almost any other for me since 2011. The world is washed in silver, blue and gold. Everything and everyone has a rose-colored tint. Every day feels like a holiday! Every Day! Every day I'm grateful to be on the right side of the dirt, I celebrate being alive every day! I am grateful for the unwavering support of PS and my family. For the first time in my life I am drawn down a path (or up a mountain?) to go off a cliff? Nah! Every day does feel like 12/25 though! Every new day is a gift! For the first time I know what I'm supposed to do and I'm doing it!
I sincerely hope everyone around the world looked skyward at some point and felt connected and generous of spirit in whatever religion you practice. I will temper last weeks' adventure-into-creepyville with something really festive that marks the season!
These are not microscopic images of blood, like Patient Spouse thinks they more closely resemble than what they actually are, sugarplums. Whether or not they're real is of no importance: they look real and that's what counts! They look exactly like they're supposed to, like you imagined them, plums coated in clouds of sugar dust. Iced and juicy. Images of them could dance in your head!
Being cancer-free (but Wheelchair Bound) I've experienced everything terrifying and wonderful every second we have on this planet has to offer. I've spent years trapped inside my own mind (I'm fortunate there's a lot of room in there to wander around) and come to the conclusion I'm very lucky to be alive at all (Thank you, Hamid!) and by continuing to live I have an intrinsic responsibility to record my journey on life's highway, no matter where it goes or how long it takes (Thank you!, Dr. P.)
December, 2014 is a month like almost any other for me since 2011. The world is washed in silver, blue and gold. Everything and everyone has a rose-colored tint. Every day feels like a holiday! Every Day! Every day I'm grateful to be on the right side of the dirt, I celebrate being alive every day! I am grateful for the unwavering support of PS and my family. For the first time in my life I am drawn down a path (or up a mountain?) to go off a cliff? Nah! Every day does feel like 12/25 though! Every new day is a gift! For the first time I know what I'm supposed to do and I'm doing it!
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