Category: Bladder cancer

This must be a leftover Halloween prompt, for the only image it brings to mind is bloody and horrific. Probably the result of watching too many B movies as a kid. The worst memory of horror movies with color (yes I’m that old) was “War of the Worlds”. Watching on and off, peeking up through my hands, as my head was often in my sister’s lap, terrified. 

I really love movies, can count on one hand the ones I disliked. I can go for hours, watching one after the other. Sleepless nights are filled with cinematic productions. Looking for mistakes, flubs, inconsistencies, all fun. It is rare to find actors that let you forget all these, and believe they actually are the character.

Torture and gore are different than violence. When I think of bludgeon, I think of both. “Game of Thrones” was not on my list of television fare I intended to watch, and to my detriment, must admit I enjoy it. The first episode of “The Bastard Executioner” took me a while to accept that seeing a man’s skull penetrated by a sword didn’t turn my stomach. Maybe that’s part of why violence is so prevalent now. We are all getting numbed by the output of media in general.

Possibly you are thinking why watch these shows? My excuse, however skewed, is my heritage is Viking based. I want to know what motivated their violent nature. The series “The Vikings” seems to be the most historically honest.  

Movies, television series, all beckon me. Maybe I have problems with everyday life and wish to escape…….me? Nah!

P.S.   I need a large dog so I can name him Ragnar.

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Sometimes you hate to get up and face the day. Today was one of those days. But instead of giving in to my depressed self, I turned on Bob Marley.  “Everything’s Gonna be All Right” was my first choice, but like this one too.

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I have what you might call a copycat. If I do something on the Internet, they follow me there. This person knows me. Since I usually put myself in the public eye with comments and answers to my FB, tweets, etc., I am subject to this copying. I’m not usually controversial, but this is irritating, and I wish it would stop. The saying goes, imitation is a form of flattery. Guess I’ll have to learn to take it that way.

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2:32pm. Train whistle. Strange, even though there is plenty of train traffic here in this small city. It’s sort of a central hub for parts of the west. What’s odd about it, is hearing it in the daytime. 

 When I lived in a small town in Colorado, the night was filled with scheduled whistles, and the regular traffic was often stopped so the coal trains could pass. The longest stop was at the “turnaround”, of course inconveniently located next to the grocery, and busiest road out of town.

 At night the 100 cars of the coal train, each car loaded with 100 tons of coal, would lumber through town, whistling at each stop. The sound was ordinary, not eerie, until it was a nonstop shriek, and I would sit upright in bed, wondering if it stopped for some horrifying reason. Was there a stalled car, a cow, deer, elk, on the tracks? Worse, a person? The low whistles of the nightly trains were comforting. The unusual louder, repeated warnings were frightening.

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The saddest thing to see are all the abandoned small business sites even in the city. These are expected visions in small towns, as the local industries fall away. As people navigate towards better employment opportunities, the small mom and pop stores disintegrate. Cracked and broken windows, half hanging signs, crossed timbers covering the unlocked door – all signs the once profitable establishment was overtaken by larger corporate businesses. These conditions bring loss and poverty to once thriving, communities.

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This my entry for both challenges today: Black Canyon of the Gunnison (river), Colorado. My favorite place in CO.

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One Word Photo Challenge: Depth

Saw, “Timber”, chop, split, stack, repeat.
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She said:

You know you are the one adored

You never leave me wanting more

When we sank down onto the floor

Or even up against the door

My love, you always seem to score

Like waves caressing sandy shores

The poets need to learn your lore

It’s been more times than three or four

You’ve shaken me right to the core

Your love into my heart you pour

And that is why you’re so adored.

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Since I reposted this last time, I’ve met a lot of new bloggers. Great news for me! Thanks, Danny!

The bridge I’ll tell you about is an imaginary one. I was trying to decide if I would continue a relationship. It was not long after finding I had cancer again. I was holding on to everything, afraid to let go, whether it be a person, family, or lifestyle. Necessary changes were being made but I was desperate for something familiar.  My life was no longer my own. Biding my time in recovery, I turned to my iPad for distraction, and met someone.   Not really met in the ordinary sense of the word, but we became fast friends.  He made me laugh, a great remedy for anxiety.

My health was my priority. That sneaky ever-present cancer, slithers into your mind, and builds a nest for itself. Even after you pass the “five-year-you’re-cured” time, the fear remains, and this was my second time.  This is the mindset of a victim.

As our relationship grew, I was confiding more.  Growing dependent on our talks, I was able to reveal my worries to this perfect stranger. I don’t know why it was easier to reveal personal thoughts to an unknown, but for me, it was. His life was not perfect either, so we made good sounding boards for each other.

What exactly happened I may write about later, but the relationship became strained. Maybe our problems were getting to us. The very long distance made it impossible to meet in person.  Was I in love; how could I be? Maybe this closeness and attention was pity, and the guilt loomed over me. Was I living a fantasy? We talked about the situation, if we should just let go. It felt like I was on a bridge with broken, missing boards, afraid to cross.  What if I fell?  Should I make that leap? His reply was all it took. “I’ll catch you”.

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