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
As you may have guessed, today’s word is protest. Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word protest. You can write about a protest you were apart of, or why you think protests are of no use. You can take inspiration from, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks””(spoken by Queen Gertrude, in Act 3, scene 2 of Hamlet by William Shakespeare)
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Glaborus glacé on that piece, Gloria! Thanks, I always try to put a glacial touch on my work, just as a reminder. I’m a glaciologist, and it’s the main theme of any my geological entries. I’m glad you like it! It really gladdens my heart when my work makes an imprint. I added the gladioli to attract other natural beauty lovers. See you later Gladstone, I’m meeting at the Veggies4all lunch counter!
Joe hesitated on the step. It wasn’t the first time he tried to go inside, and turning around and getting back into his car seemed the better option. He couldn’t see the man sitting back on the right side. Could it be he, too, was reluctant to meet? Thirty years had passed and Joe thought he probably wouldn’t recognize the father he only knew a few years. George was also uncomfortable, twisting a bit in his chair in the old fashioned lobby. He had reason to be, but with failing health he wanted to see his son before anything happened.
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