I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 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, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
I am a diehard fan of actor Jeremy Renner so I was waiting for his book, “My Next Breath” to come to audible. I have just finished it and I can say it was interesting, how he got through his accident and survival. I found some of it repetitive, but enjoyed it still.
I started following Renner’s film career back in 2005 with the film, NeoNed. His acting performance in this movie made me look for more of his work after I fell in love with this flawed character. Naturally I was anxious to see if he had recovered well and “My Next Breath” fills me in.
These past three weeks I have been out of pocket and apologize to my blog friends. I was ill, ended up in the hospital for a week (not fun at all) and now trying to recuperate to have some tests done to see why I was ill. All along these days, my daughter was working and keeping up with the end of soccer for one daughter’s senior year and another daughter’s college graduation in New Mexico, and all the activities that occur in these three weeks while ferrying me to appointments, etc. My younger granddaughter graduated on Friday and will make a trip to Spearfish, SD for college orientation at Black Hills State University. My other granddaughter graduated college in NM. You can imagine all the busyness we have had this month. So I had to delete almost a thousand emails and today I am trying to get back on the horse. Thanks for your good wishes.☺️
My four year old,. wearing my silk slip, came into the living room trying to be a vamp, like Theda Bara, and I’ll never forget the look on my husband’s face! I think we’re letting her watch too many old movies with us…
Rules of the hop: Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less. Use the current week’s prompt word. Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late… Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: FUSE
“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.” – Allen Ginsberg
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Everyone said my husband, a teacher, had a short fuse. I realized that soon enough. We were traveling as chaperones with a group of six year olds to a dinosaur museum. Two industrious children decided to scale the Tyrannosaurus’ tale, causing the entire exhibit to fall. A sprained arm and a few scrapes were attended by the museum’s staff. On our return trip to the school, my husband couldn’t hold his temper any longer – the fuse had been lit.
“What are you doing with that lantern in the basement? Don’t you know that’s a fire hazard?” Liza set down the lantern abruptly, aiming for the window sill but missed and it descended on the crooked hollow of the old fireplace, which was only a narrow glimmer in the basement room. Slowly, her dad picked up the light, now showing only a faintly bit of Illumination. There’s dangers everywhere in this old room. Piles of newspapers, and books. We must get down here and clean it out. Liza planned to flee with her friends when that day came.
Family members sacrificed and will be remembered not just on this day. I think it is sad and important to have this day because especially now, when our president is full of egregious remarks, and threats to our military.
It’s the second May Bank Holiday here in the UK and the kids are on half term break. In your country, do schools have a ‘Half Term’ break?We have a spring break, one week of no school.
Education methods have changed a lot since I left school in 1972. Would you like to be learning in a classroom of today?Probably not. I think it would be too distracting.
Did you leave school as soon as you could, or did you go on to study for a degree or other higher education?I left school after graduating 12th gradeto pursue a job for the government, civil service.
When you entered the working world, did your job require ‘qualifications’ or did you learn on the job? For this job I had to take a civil service exam.
Gratitude: I spent last week in the hospital because a sickness made me too weak to do anything at home. I was given transfusions, etc and finally went home on Friday, a few days ago. My medicines changed and my kidneys ended up okay, but it was scary for a while. My gratitude is for my daughter taking me to hospital and being by my side. How many times can you think and say you are okay with a DNR. I don’t have that and it’s difficult to put down in writing a living will. I was asked a few times by nurses, and it makes you think you’re worse than you are.😵💫
This Memorial Day, let us live the ancient Romans’ “Momemto more” by remembering our beloved dead. Write a haibun in which you offer your remembrance for anyone who has died, whom you love, or with whom you have a connection.
New to haibun? The form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.
New to dVerse? Here’s what you do:
Write a haibun that memorializes a loved one, or one with whom you have a connection, as described above.
Post it on your personal site/blog
Copy your link onto the Mr. Linky
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Read and comment on some of your fellow poets’ work
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Have fun!
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Remembering someone close to you that has “passed on” as they say, is very emotional for me. I often grab my phone to call them, as if they were still alive. I realize also, that I could have said more to them, done more with and for them, but it stays a regret.
The Bag Lady 
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