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
Joe looked right at his wife, and was not really shocked, but mildly surprised. Such a beautiful woman, but not to her thinking. Helen had been told her looks were ordinary and not to expect any man to take an interest in her. Instead they said, rely on your brain and sharpen your skills in the world of science. Helen believed her parents and threw herself into her studies, earning a doctorate in cosmetic sciences. Now at 38, she finally stopped experimenting on herself.
The old turtle came out of his private cave, now called a “man cave”, where he could listen to every single music choice with no comments from his family, the youngsters he called them. It was a bit unusual to see him claw his way out in the middle of the day, but there he was, pushing aside the large cushion that served as a door shape to keep his lair away from prying eyes and ears. The shine had worn off the faux leather door blocker, but the price of a new one had tripled since the seventies. The family dinner is ready chime drew him out for a meal and conversation. He noticed the dreaded new hip hop sounds disguised as music were heard in the background. He would sit for the dinner meal and then return to his self made nest.
Caged birds speak volumes when they are alone A yellow-naped parrot has a precise tone Copied from each captor A precocious adaptor He’s intelligent, even witty He mocks, jokes, calls here, kitty, kitty He will learn games, beg to play Our experiences made fun days.
As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end. Here are this week’s questions:
1. What is the worst place you have ever lived in (house, town, caravan, other)? A small old house that was falling apart, in a small town. However despite all of its dangerous flaws, one of my favorites!
2. Would you like to live in a large property with a big garden or a small cottage in the middle of nowhere? A small cottage with a huge garden in the middle of nowhere.☺️
3. Do you feel comfortable in a crowd/group of people? Most of the time. Being in a wheelchair is difficult in large groups. You’re always in the way, looking up to speak which gets uncomfortable and sometimes ignored like a child.
4. Do you enjoy your own company? I have no choice theses days.
Gratitude: We had snow which was beautiful and a visit from family, good things.🥰❄️
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” said by the famous heavyweight boxer and global icon, Muhammad Ali, before his contest with Sonny Liston in 1964. Watching him box was a treat, as he danced and joked with opponents. He was always shouting he was the “greatest” and he was. Ali suffered from Parkinson’s disease and died at the age of 74 from septic shock. He was born Cassius Clay, but in 1964 he converted to Islam and changed his name. He was a humanitarian, inspiring people to stand up for their beliefs, but called a draft dodger when he refused to fight during the war in Vietnam.
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