Author: rugby843

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

SOCS 7-29-23

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized
One cup of latte per day and since my apartment is A/C outfitted, I enjoy it hot. Some days it is all I need and my appetite’s gone for the day. You’d think I would be a skinny mini but no. Family is leaving for a reunion with their eldest daughter on the east coast and may escape the many thunderstorms complete with hail we have been experiencing. Two colleges to visit, Emerson and Brown and ID soccer camps. A lot to do in a short time and I’m not a bit envious of the air travel. I just read an article probably from google saying one airline is now building a handicapped bathroom in the airplane. Why has this not been done before? Anywhere I would want to fly from here is at least a four hour trip in the air—no thanks! I think the status of being disabled has finally won some accoutrements.💪🏻🥰👍🏻

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 29, 2023

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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Daily Picture Prompt – 2016/12/12/

He looked back, no one there. He thought he could feel someone, of course that was just wishful thinking; he wanted it so much. But no one will come, or care, to save me. I made the decision, I’m never going back.

Earlier, after cleaning up after supper, he sat down to the table to finish his homework. Another stupid assignment. He couldn’t wait for this year to be over. School was just a waste of time, he’d never go to college. With his dad gone and mom working two shifts a day just to get by, he felt there was no future for him. No going to college, joining the other guys, drinking beer at the frat parties. None of that was in his future. He didn’t know if he even wanted that life. It didn’t matter anyway, not possible.

I’ll get a diploma if I’m lucky and start work at the factory, just like all the other losers. I hate my life, hate this house. I’m always alone here, hardly a home. A real home would have a dad, and a mom who cooked you dinner and laughed with you, watching funny tv shows.

It was getting colder, he looked around again. Stop thinking someone’s coming, they’re not. You made your choice, so keep moving. You only have the thirty dollars from mom’s bureau, you can’t afford to stop till the train comes.

He had heard of people jumping into train cars, but never tried it. Tonight was the night. If he didn’t make it, that would be okay too. He was sick of everything. All he wanted was to get away, away from everything he knew, and start over. He didn’t even care where or what it was, just something different. It couldn’t be worse than this.

He felt the vibration through his shoes. Then he heard the train whistle, getting ready to slow down for the stop ahead. He could do this.

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/07/28/fandangos-flashback-friday-july-28th/

Fandango’s Story Starter

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This week’s Story Starter teaser is: The biggest difference between a man and a cat is that a cat has nine lives. The main house cat, Feral, knew this as a fact because he had experienced many men as masters over the hundred and twelve years he was on earth. This latest man was a distraction as he often listened to loud opera music and Feral took to his secret refuge in the yard behind the house whenever the master was home. It wouldn’t be long before the old master would be deaf/dead or both and the household would once again be a peaceful place to sleep. Being 112, Feral, himself, gradually slept more and more. This didn’t worry him as he was only on his fifth cycle of lives.

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/07/25/fandangos-story-starter-107/