I love words... today i received little colorful lines that were meant to say... thank you... i remember so fondly those moments in time where the most import was created by the you... even if it were in the smallest of mark... the least of the colorful but the best of the hue... those tiny gifts of love passed from generation to generation... my life is not lived in the past... i don't spend my life surrounded by what could have been but more likely what was and it's result... to see the line of color fill a page in memory.... there is only what can be called life... i see this little life does grow... growing from... dreams to reality... and what lovely pictures printed on a canvas called life... Alison Rhae and your Lilly... a circle created from a mark... a colorful line...
As I reflect on the past weeks I am taken by the fact that my hopes and dreams… while still big and positive… have again been placed into a reality that is… adjusted. This business of cancer is a difficult one. Once you think you have seen it all, you see a different view of life… once again. Let me begin by saying that I have been fortunate from the start for the care given by Rocky Mountain Cancer Center, those who work within the walls, those whose care is from behind a desk, and those who are never directly involved in my care but are there nonetheless, leaves you with NO doubt of the care given. I began my new medication on January 1st. This was used as a land mark day for reference and it just made sense as I seem to have difficulty with the order of my days. My new reality requires that I take a hormone blocker daily knowing that it will require a 5 possibly 10 year commitment. Edit in… the results of my bone density scan provided additional details, some that I was n...
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