Category: Bladder cancer

Daily Prompt:  Bespoke

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer


Prompt for today is bespoke

What is this, a joke?

The chooser of words I don’t mean to poke,

fun at, or criticize unfairly

But what a word, just barely

I think. Of what shall I write?

A challenge for sure, on this night.

Being from the west, I’ve rarely heard

Anyone actually saying this word.

But I’ll give it a try

I never say die.

So if in my closet you’d peer

You’d probably turn with a sneer

What? No dresses or feathers or fluff?

How can you wear all this old drab stuff?

There’s leggings and pants, T shirts and sweaters

Nothing lacy or trimmed, and no leathers?

I have one thing to say about what you choose

They’re “comfy” , and I guess, easy to use.

But you need some color and flare

All the navy and black, why is it there?

Your eyes are green, you look good in blue.

You need some help, you certainly do.

She left in a huff

Remarks on the cuff

Boy, she was tough!

I’ve had enough.

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Share Your World – Week 50

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer


Hey, how’s it going everyone? If you’re like me ( heaven forbid),  you are not done with shopping. But, that’s okay, a whole two weeks to go!

1. One of my favorite smells is apple pie baking. Not that frozen kind, but the kind my mom used to make with Macintosh apples, butter, lemon juice, cinnamon, and a touch of nutmeg. I can smell it now…..I think it’s a favorite because it brings memories of her, and she was an amazing woman, and a top notch cook.

2. We had a few pets from the Dumb Friends League in Denver. One I miss still was Smokey, a huge German Shepard wolf mix. He arrived from a box left in the street as a car threw it out and sped off. He was scary to strangers, but was so huge he literally hung over our chain link fence to let the neighbor’s pet him. He was fierce when he would run into the garage and full force land upon the garage door, practically shaking it off the hinges. I’ll write about him later. At the present in this complex, I can’t afford a pet and it would be difficult to care for one.

3. I am a music lover and to relax I usually do a game or puzzle while listening to it. The only rap song I like is the one by a veteran who spoke honestly about what it’s like to be one.

4. I am grateful to my granddaughter who took time to help me get a Christmas tree, standing coatless in the freezing wind while the tree guy waited on others, then tied it on the car. I also thank my grandson who came from work to put the tree in a stand. I have wonderful loving grandchildren.

I am looking forward to getting preparations for Christmas done so I can sit around and enjoy my sons and their families coming to visit.

https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2016/12/13/share-your-world-2016-week-50/

Waiting and Worried

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

It’s been four days, my minds in a haze

I said I wouldn’t, but I  just couldn’t

stand by and wait to hear of your fate.

What have you decided to do?

I really need to hear from you.

I know that isn’t what we agreed

but I have this insatiable need

to know of your health and your state.

It’s terrible here, having to wait.

I care, I’m worried, I need to know

What’s going on, are you high or low?

 

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Daily Prompt:  Flee

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

I was just getting up, not quite awake

When the front door started to shake.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I just listened

So early the moonlight still glistened

Through the cracks in the blinds

I tried to clear my mind.

What could be making all this prattle

The door on loose hinges started to rattle

A delivered package? From the bed I rose

They did not read my note, I suppose.

I left a note on the door you see

To leave any parcels for delivery

There on the outside of my door

Cause answering quickly is a hard chore.

After some scraping, thumping, and thuds

I heard a voice say “Hey, what’s up, Bud”?

I froze on the spot

Who could that be, what?

“Hey, you changed things in here quite a lot”

I sat very still, while the guy had a thought.

“Oh, my god, I am sorry!, Oh, my god, oh my god”.

You’d think I’d be nervous and scared

For this strange guest I was not prepared.

I stayed in my room, quiet as a mouse

Since no light was on it was dark in my house.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry, I thought this was Dave’s!”

Trying to be quiet while laughing I craved

The intruder kept saying how sorry he was

Then shuffled and mumbled, at the door he paused.

“Sorry again, I, uh, please forgive me”

I heard his footsteps as out he did flee.

True story!

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Twelve Mistakes of Christmas

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

First mistake:  Telling my 18 yr old granddaughter I had two requests now that she’s home from college

Second mistake:  Asking her to help take my scooter in for repair

Third mistake:  Second request for my granddaughter, help me purchase a “real” Christmas tree

Fourth mistake:  Wearing black heavy knit pants

Fifth mistake:  Buying white snow blanket

Sixth mistake:  Taking out white snow blanket before shopping for tree in black pants

Seventh mistake:  Not asking my son-in-law to disassemble the scooter and carry to the car

Eighth mistake:  Thinking I could disassemble the scooter myself

Ninth mistake:  Asking my granddaughter to help me disassemble the scooter

Tenth mistake:  Trying to get a real tree into a sedan with a picky owner

Eleventh mistake:  Not putting lights on the real tree before setting up on the snow blanket

Twelfth mistake:  Not buying an already lit fake tree ( I hate those!)


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Bummer or:  The Grinch Lives

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

I hate to admit this, but it’s the twelfth, and I’m not feeling it. It’s been a weird year. The past four years have been strange. A part of it is loneliness, and not being as able as I would like to be. But all that is an up and down matter. And mostly up. I don’t get depressed the way some people suffer with it, and I’m very grateful for that. Everyone has bad days, and this is one of them. Last night I had great expectations of getting up early, opening the Christmas decoration boxes and having carols on the stereo. I had even purchased some candy for decorating cookies. So what changed? 

What happened when I woke up early? It was freezing cold and I just slunk back under the covers. When you live by yourself, you have that luxury. That was my first mistake. Around eleven, I woke again, got up and started reading mail, actual snail mail I received yesterday. Then a shower and coffee. As I waited for the hot water to boil, I surveyed the empty living room. There stood the boxes still unopened. Where was my ambition, my plans, from last night? I’m very good at making plans at night when I can’t sleep, but it’s hard to fulfill them in the morning. I read some cheery blog posts, and still couldn’t make myself feel like doing anything “Christmasy”.

So here it is another sleepless night. Maybe tomorrow I’ll put the music on early and do it. No promises. (Sigh)

Thank ya, thank ya very much.


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Daily Prompt:  Mystical

by rugby843, posted in Bladder cancer

Hmmm, thoughts for mystical, 

Maybe something a bit hist (ical)

Okay I’m cheating, I know it. 

Bear with me,  I’ll show it.

The relevant word in this story

Has nothing to do with real amore.

It’s more like a synthetic dream

All in my mind, it would seem.

Transient, fleeting, dreams of love

With elves and fairies floating above

Forests abounding with fairytale sights

With white feathered horses ridden by knights.

These are the images that are typical

When my thoughts turn to things that are mystical.




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