I am seven 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 five 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.
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Sparks rising to the sky from the ring of coal heats in the fire pit act like magic to rekindle spontaneous utterances–memories of previous legendary nights like this. We dress in soft flannel blankets bringing far forgotten thoughts into the present. Even in future, these gatherings will continue, renewing our faith in each other as a family.
The professor peeled the nightshade over the glass, darkening the classroom. He did not want to petrify his students, but thought to bridge their bodies from lack of interest to a state of uneasiness. Until now, they did not take this class seriously, but after tonight, he was sure their attitude would improve. The rumor around the campus was that Professor Jones’ class was an easy A and he was determined to dispel that idea.
“A little death never hurt anyone, except for the victim” he began, brandishing a sleek metal weapon in the air. He quickly had the complete attention of everyone in the room. Starting to nervously wiggle in their desks, eyes quickly scanning from each other and back to the professor, one female grabbed her neck as if she was choking. Apparently the sudden sight of the knife caused her to swallow her chewing gum and it stuck in her throat. The professor quickly aided her with the heimlich maneuver to suction the wad of gum out of her throat.
The class was verklempt at the entire scene and Professor Jones stepped to the window opening the shades. The room flooded with moonlight and cast an eerie glow on his face. His idea was a success–no one thought his class was easy after that night, even though he was put on indefinite leave the next day.
I ended up being livid A vision of ugliness vivid I realized the crowd was driven Acting as if it was their duty civic Red hats were using his gimmick A lie that he thought fitted His followers were all scripted His postering they all mimicked Getting their priorities twisted Against all others were pitted Waving the flag was a given Proving their loyalty to the wicked Lying and deceiving not admitted Providing a tumultuous exhibit On their January 6th visit Now expect to be forgiven? I can’t.