Category: Bladder cancer

Ceenphotography.com is back! Another week to open yourself up and let it out – answers to her questions of the week. Hope to read yours soon!

Pencil or pen? Pen.  The reason being, I always have pens, whereas pencils need to be sharpened and the erasers are always too used or missing.

Singer or dancer? Dancer, no question!  When I was a child I thought I was one, free,uninhibited.  Even in high school, I loved it.  My boyfriend and I made up dances to perform at the Firemen’s Friday night dances.  It was only after becoming an adult that I became selfconscious about dancing, along with most everything else.

If I had the resources available to thoroughly research a subject, I would love to debate.  Don’t ask my family, they think I do it all the time

A natural?  That might take some thinking, nah. . .talking, I’m a natural at talking.  Don’t ask my family about that either.

Last week I was grateful we went to see soccer.  Another windy, chilly evening, but my favorite player was such fun to watch!  

This week I am looking forward to my oldest son’s birthday.  I will have a “half-century” son!  Wait till he hears that! 😂😳💜😂

http://ceenphotography.com/2017/04/17/share-your-world-april-17-2017/

Good afternoon! Sun is shining, pampas grass is growing despite the freezing wind. It is amazingly hardy. And so that is the word for today – hardy, strong, sturdy, stalwart, tough. Not a bad word for people either.  

https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/tell-me-something-good-53-2/

I know, cheating for sure, but I just have to get this on paper, we’ll sort of.  On the screen?  My oldest grandson, yes, bragging again, is a special guy.  He is currently a firefighter, just completed EMS training and is a busy man here in Cheyenne.  From humble beginnings, he knew what he wanted to do:

                                                        
Yup, a hose man, through and through.  For a while he was a dog trainer:

And as all boys do, went through that awkward stage:

Persevered and “my how you’ve grown!”
       

Not scared of heights:

https://rugby843.blog/2027/04/17/atozchallenge-O/

One of the most wonderful things about children is their ability to climb. Climbing high without fear, looking back or down, striving to get to the top,  with or without arms. We might learn something from them.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/climbing/

“Pinky?  Is that you Pinky?”

Mumbling with mouth almost closed, “yes, you idiot, be quiet!”  Pinky tried not to move a whisker.  The dog was near and sniffing around as usual.

“But, Pinky! What’s wrong?  You know today is Easter, right?  A great day for us real bunnies.  Not the chocolate ones though. . .ever eaten a chocolate bunny, Pink?”

“Oh, my god, are you serious?”  Pinky was careful not to move but was rolling his eyes in his mind.

The dog moved on and Pinky and his friend did also, straight to the carrot patch of old Mr. McDonald.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/daily-picture-prompt-120/

Dear Death,

I’ve cheated you twice, oh dark one.

You’ll not get the chance again so soon.

I need a few more years to be with my young grandchildren who still grieve my husband’s death. Sneaking away to their bedroom to cry over missing him, breaks my heart and I can’t let you do that to them again so soon.
No, I won’t. You have to wait. There are too many hugs to be given, and too many words of encouragement and praise I have yet to say. Too many views of their graduations, meeting their chosen love, so many times I need to be there. Of course I’m being selfish, I want to be there.

I’m not asking to live until I’m a hundred, or even close. Just a few more years till the littlest ones are too busy to miss me.
I hope you travel on – possibly to someone in unbearable pain with no hope for relief who is longing for your visit. As if anyone really wants you to come. Does anyone?

Take a vacation from my neighborhood for a few years, please.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/writing-prompt-203-letters-to-death/

This not my usual funny, I hope, repertoire.

I asked a friend of mine who suffers from depression to write this Prompt post.

Dear Death, 

I feel sorry for you, I really do. Quite apart from the fact that you never rest, so many people give you a hard time for the misery and sadness they claim you bring. Every second of every day you are at work, claiming the lives of those nearest and dearest to us. But, it’s not really your fault, is it. 

Old age has always claimed it’s fair share of lives… and to be honest, we are slowly winning that battle… living longer. Illness… much the same really. Murder, wars, terrorism… well, we can’t lay those at your door really. We could stop …. well OK, reduce… those if we really wanted to, as a race. 

The way I see it, the fact that you come to collect more in these dark days is anything but your fault. And yet, this is not the main reason that I think you should be better treated, more respected than you are. People do not consider the hope you bring to so many.

Those who have a God, see you not as an ending, but a beginning… and not just a beginning, but a way to eternal life and salvation. From the most devout, peace loving holy man, to the most violent IS disciple, Death fulfills what they have been promised (vestal virgins not guaranteed, though). For those suffering illness, whether it be physical or mental, it brings release… hope that the pain and suffering will be ended.

So, Death, this letter is to thank you.

You have to cope with the pain and tears you cause so many of us, the screaming and wailing, the shouting and blaming. You do so without complaint. You treat everyone the same, taking no account of race, religion, sexual orientation, age. 
Yes, your darkness comes and takes those individuals who brought light into our world, but your darkness brings light into theirs. Our nearest and dearest may no longer be in pain, suffering, and hoping for release. We should not be selfish and say We wish you didn’t take them, because they would still be hurting.

Some of us are still suffering. Many wish for some kind of relief from the constant pain, be it physical and/or mental, but are not brave enough to face up to you. When the day comes and you do come for them, whenever that is, thank you for bringing that release.

Depression is an uncontrollable illness. 

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/writing-prompt-203-letters-to-death

Neil Simon – WikipediaWikipedia › wiki › Neil_Simon

Marvin Neil Simon (born July 4, 1927) is an American playwright, screenwriter and author. He has written more than thirty plays and nearly the same number of movie screenplays, mostly adaptations of his plays. He has received more combined Oscar and Tony nominations than any other writer.

My top ten picks from this amazing author are: 

1. Barefoot in the Park
2. Biloxi Blues
3. The Odd Couple
4. The Goodbye Girl
5. The Out of Towners
6. Plaza Suite
7. The California Suite
8. Last of the Red Hot Lovers
9. Going in Style
10. The Sunshine Boys

I have laughed at the works of this author for a while.  If I ever see his name on anything I have to check it out.  The last time I watched the Out of Towners I thought it is dated, but still funny.  Do not watch the newer version, it just doesn’t cut it!  I hope you’ll check out some of these picks!

https://rugby843.blog/2017/04/16/atozchallenge-N/

To quote Robert DeNiro as the Taxi Driver, “are you talkin’ to me?”  I started laughing the moment I read this Prompt.

As I try to position this on the page, again and again, push edit and update to no avail, I prove my point!
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/04/14/daily-two-word-prompt-27/