Category: Bladder cancer

I found this from an old friend, so had to add it to the prompt replies.

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

I would like to acknowledge an important blog, invisibleillnessesblog.wordpress.com while also thanking her for nominating me for this award.  For years I had back and leg pain and was told it was “all in my head”.  It was invisible and therefore, didn’t exist.  That is one reason why the above blog is important.  You get to go behind the scenes and hopefully realize what others endure even if you can’t see it outwardly.  The all-in-my-head illness turned out to be very real, but by the time it was figured out, it was too late.  

I really have no advice except to be honest with your writings.  I think people appreciate reading your true feelings, no matter how mad, sad, happy, opinionated, whatever, they may be.  Liking and commenting is important.  Especially commenting on something that inspires a feeling in you.

I read and enjoy many blogs and nominating them here would take a lot of your time.  I suggest you read as many as you can and make up your own mind who you like to follow.  You probably think that’s a cop out, right?  Truthfully, there are so many great ones I can’t possibly pick just ten.  

https://rugby843.blog/Blogger-Recognition-Award/

She tried the knob, the door was open. “Okay”, she thought, “should I go any further? Don’t believe everything you’ve heard, he is just a harmless old man. Maybe so, but I just want to be careful. Hello? Anyone here? I brought some food and water for you.”

Stepping in a bit more, she saw a figure on a bed, just laying there, quiet. “Hello. I hope you don’t mind my just stepping in. I brought you some supplies.” No answer.

Her work with the VA had taught her to acknowledge the man, but not to question if there was no reply. Some men were too traumatized to even speak. She walked over to the table and emptied the items, keeping the bag by her side. “I’ll be back in a few days to bring more. That’s all they allowed me to bring this visit.” Still no verbal response but she saw a flicker in his eyes. She turned to leave and saw a slight movement from the bed. The old man raised his arm a bit to wave goodbye. “No worries, I’ll be back soon.”

She closed the door tightly and left. Her mission for the day was accomplished.

https://flashfictionforthepurposefulpractioner/2017/02/02-6

I don’t think it’s just being tired

Causing feelings of being uninspired.

Sometimes it’s a picture that does it

Gives me an idea if I choose it

Or a family occurrence might be a key

To writing a poem or even story

But sometimes your mind is just blah

And you think about writing?  Nah!

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Joanne looked out and silently said goodbye to her past. She had to look only forward now. A new life, new job, new destination, success.  

Twittering Tales #15 – 31 January 2017

When my kids were little they all had chores to do. There was a posted list in the kitchen and little boxes to check when your job was done. I evenly charted the jobs, such as dishwasher, dusting, etc. Having this help was essential when I worked outside the home, and at the same time taught my children responsibility. They received allowances once a week, when their jobs were done.  
At the same time, it was the age of help themed books for raising children and I was an avid reader of different types of books. One made an important impression on me as a mother. I was what you could mildly describe as picky and reading this you will imagine strict also. Clean bathrooms and kitchens were a must. When inspecting a job supposedly done, I could be very picky. After reading a certain book, a lightbulb went off, saving my children, I’m sure. It read that you and your child’s perception of clean, or accomplished jobs, were two different things. It dawned (duh) on me that they did their best and I should appreciate that instead of using the proverbial “white glove treatment”.  

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

He loved this tiger. A constant friend by his side for as long as he could remember and even before. The shaman made a gift of him. He was to be his life long protector, and the boy grew up feeling the same way about the tiger. They ate, slept, and played together from that first moment of the boy’s birth. There was a natural bond that developed, even when the boy’s mother was present. She also respected the shaman’s wishes, not really knowing his plan for her son.  

There were times the tiger protected the boy even from his own kind. There were many dangers near but he was always there, watching, aware of the enemy’s presence. The shaman knew the boy’s secret destiny. He would be a great leader some day. He also knew the tiger would be ever faithful in protecting him. A tiger was a special gift he received himself, at an early age. His own mother had received the protector when he was born. And so the legend goes, from one generation to another. Except this was not a legend, but a truth.

Many years ago the truth was passed down from one shaman to another. The tiger was not a mythical character, but a living animal. He would be born at the same instant as the new shaman, both infants growing together. The elder shaman would present the newborn tiger to the boy’s mother and she would accept the gift without fear. This was the faith of the mother and her family and all those before her. The boy and the tiger were gifts of her faith and she did not question. Instead she felt honored and proud that her son was chosen. It was only the elder shaman that knew their true destiny.

https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/02/photo-fiction-74/

They walked up silently, observing the park visitors. It was Sunday and the park was free. They were pretty much used to humans walking up to them, trying to touch them. The best were the smallest ones, their wide eyed smiles and looks of wonder. Then there were the old ones, with their unsteady gaits, using sticks to hold themselves up. There were even those who offered tasty bits of food, trying to get closer.  

Two fawns, unafraid to seek out these human visitors, because they liked the attention. The park proved to be a safe environment for such adventures. 

https://bikurgurl.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/100-word-weekly-challenge-week-4/

This is not my photo, but think it is texture plus!

https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/52-weeks-photo-challenge-week-25-textures/

I have a friend here by my side

His name is Brownie

From when I almost died

Now don’t get yourself in a twist

He’s a teddybear you can’t resist

Grandkids gave him as a gift

Thought his presence would give me a lift.

He’s quiet and has a friendly face

Always in line with my pace

And the expressions he has

Sometimes gives a pass

To a bad mood or bad times

Even makes me laugh sometimes.

The kids always seem to know what they’re doing

Even if I don’t know if I’m coming or going 

Brownie is a constant reminder

Of a world that is much kinder.

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