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
This, another horrid week in the news, I chose a story of our medium sized dachshund, Peanut. So named by my husband who brought her home and she did look like a peanut, small and he purchased her from a pet shop that had a bunch of white poodle babies and a small peanut looking pet. He thought she would make good company for me as I was in my first pregnancy, sick on the couch for the first three months. She became a smart, friendly, able to learn tricks quickly, and a neighborhood favorite. A story I’ve told before was many years later when we were traveling from Houston to Vermont. We had a 1966 mustang I still miss, and three kids in car seats in the back along with Peanut. One time we stopped for a snack, left Peanut in the car and she got into the fishing tackle box, I don’t know how, but we came back to find her tangled in line and lures. It was a miracle that she did not get hurt or stabbed or cut in her curiosity.
Muted lights filled the walkways when at midnight, the abandoned amusement park came alive. Soft accordion music rang through the booths of games that opened their shuttered curtains, and small people ran to play. The workers of the daily booths let their children play at will, no fees paid. It seemed a happy atmosphere until early morning when once again the booths closed, shutters down and locked, resting till the park opened at ten in the morning.
Jill, only six, clung to her father in the cold rain. She had only known him a short time because he had been deployed since she was small. He threw himself into a mindset, a resolve to have this day special. And then it started raining at the park. He just held onto her during the storm and she somehow knew he was safe and would protect her.
This week the theme is to find a song related to Sigmund Freud’s id exhibiting instinctual drives that seek immediate pleasure or gratification without regard for reality.
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