Some changes are happening. I still miss Gwen something awful. Just this afternoon I was reading the newspaper, and I came across a recipe for apples in a caramel sauce with a scoop of butter-pecan ice cream. If I really wanted to please her, I would bring Gwen a scoop of butter-pecan ice cream. She loved it. So. . .I reached for a scissor to cut out the recipe and began making a list of things I'd need. Then. . .
So, yes, there are moments like that. There are also moments like this afternoon when I was with Story Time Players at an elementary school. One of our cast members has cancer, and is undergoing chemotherapy. She and I had a discussion about chemo-brain. Part of me was feeling like screaming that I don't want anything more to do with evil cancer. Another part of me felt very empathetic and sympathetic when she told me that her husband doesn't quite understand about chemotherapy. I assured her that the most important thing was that he is with her every day. Then she smiled. What I get out of all that is that I was fulfilling whatever purpose that I have been left here to do.
It's a process of discernment that we go through as we slowly find a new life. I don't like it--I'm doing it kicking and screaming, but. . .I'm doing it.
Lately I've been thinking about putting some of this stuff I've written into a book, Dear. You'll have to help me with that one. That will be a nice project for the winter.
So, yes, there are moments like that. There are also moments like this afternoon when I was with Story Time Players at an elementary school. One of our cast members has cancer, and is undergoing chemotherapy. She and I had a discussion about chemo-brain. Part of me was feeling like screaming that I don't want anything more to do with evil cancer. Another part of me felt very empathetic and sympathetic when she told me that her husband doesn't quite understand about chemotherapy. I assured her that the most important thing was that he is with her every day. Then she smiled. What I get out of all that is that I was fulfilling whatever purpose that I have been left here to do.
It's a process of discernment that we go through as we slowly find a new life. I don't like it--I'm doing it kicking and screaming, but. . .I'm doing it.
Lately I've been thinking about putting some of this stuff I've written into a book, Dear. You'll have to help me with that one. That will be a nice project for the winter.
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By all means - get started on publishing this blog in book form .......
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