I am nine years a widow and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled.
I'm seven years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition.
I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here. I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports.
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Joe was a no nonsense type of guy, believing if you want to do something, do it right! There was nothing covert in Joe’s advice, he just wanted things done in a precise manner. Joe was a woodworker and chose the finest he could afford for his monstrous collection of wood, some pieces bought from estate sales. He would take the item home and create something new out of the previously treasured wood. There was not even a slim chance Joe’s creations would be duplicated, because every dovetail, every seam and juncture was exact, created with perfection.
“I’m not going to cater to all the patter about woke this and woke that”, Joe stated. “ I believe this started with Trump, who is a parasite on the backs of ultra conservatives on the hill. What is really sad is the metamorphosis taking place in the democrat tract. They have become quiet, weak, and unresponsive to what they promised when elected. If they don’t start to act we will be either in a civil war or under a dictatorship!” Joe was surprised to see his “woke” friends shy away.
“Hey, Harry, who’s idea was this photo shoot anyway? It’s not like we’re showing the product!”
“Well you look dapper enough, holding that cane; don’t worry about it.”
“Just a few more gentlemen” the photographer explained. “Remember not to smile, you’re supposed to be serious executives.”
“Talk about fancy, Joe, with that gold watch bob on your belt. Showing it off?” Jack liked to needle him. Joe was the youngest and smartest of the group and everyone knew it. It was Joe who had the original idea, and it turned out to be successful for all of them. The other three men invested in Joe’s idea, and he was thankful for their support.
The gentlemen posed for a few more and grew restless. Suddenly Joe said, “Okay, enough. The beer’s on me, boys.”
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