I have to say my cup of gratitude runs over. I am so grateful to my family and friends who saw me through this surgery and my hospital stay. I hope I survive the recovery. I’ve been walking and doing what I’m supposed to. I’m eating not much but enough. I’m showering and doing the things I need to do in the bathroom. I’m still using oxygen because my breathing saturation drops to 78 and it should be at least 95. Sitting here at the computer I’m up to a 96 that’s great but that’s still with the oxygen on. I have my lung pillow pressed against me so when I cough and bring up all the blood and phlegm it doesn’t hurt as much.
My energy level is low but I’m tired of lying in the bed watching TV. I want to read and catch up with your blogs. I will stress myself out trying to catch up so I’m going to start reading from today and get to the days I’ve missed when I can. Thank you all for your well wishes and thoughts. It all meant a lot to me.
I hope my muse returns with something inspirational for tomorrow so I can continue with Nano Poblano.
I travel the planet
extracting light from darkness
linking alike minds
to the core of creation
awakened by the rhythm
of natures hypnotic trance
shedding the veil of mortal fear
to become the essence of love
powerful, daring and wise
I will rock humanity
in the bosom of rapture
to recruit fearless peace seekers
and create an army of mighty warriors
whose eyes will be open to truth
with hearts free and cleansed
leading with hope as a guide
I feel myself drifting into a pool
of dreams that are emerging
into realities of humanity
as I tremble from the unknown
I stand mighty and confident
I cried through laughter
hurt through pleasure
lived through death
all to meet the stranger
that was hiding inside me
I’m on my tablet. I hope this message goes through. Well I can say I’m a cancer survivor. I had stage 1 lymphoma . I probably spelled it wrong it was lung cancer. Doc said I was cure. The lympnodes were negative. I have to have a CT scan every 4 months. I will have to use oxygen when I get home. Which they plan on discharging me this afternoon. The nurse is breathing down my throat to walk. Hopefully I will be able to post something on Sunday. I have one last post
A friend posted on FB last week. (It was last night when I scheduled this post.)
On the radio they asked, “would you drop your best friend for 15 million dollars???”
Response- I don’t have one so I’d be like sure….. lol
Response- Yes and she might let me lol
Response- Yes I’ll find her later and maybe give her 5 million lol
Response- I would n once I get da money I’m callin den up n takin den out to make up for it lol Response- Jesus Christ is My 1 & only TRUE friend; so YE$$$$$$$$!
Response- I’m taking the money and I see that bitch lol later
Response- Lmaoo^^^ My response- SMH (shake my head) don’t you youn’ins know a true friend is more valuable than all the money in the world. A true friend will always have your back even when you’re wrong. They will be there to help you if you fall. I’ve never been wealthy but I’ve been lonely and money won’t buy happiness. Not real happiness. What good would having 15 million dollars and no one to share it with. Not having someone close to you that you trust. You can’t buy friends and material toys won’t fill a void for long. Don’t mind me I’m just an old lady.
Response- What are friends Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria ?? (asks the young lady that posed the question)
My response – Someone who has your back. Your lover, mother and/or soul mate. Anyone that has been with you through thick and thin. During the good and bad times. I have a friend I’ve known for 48 years and another I’ve known for 39 years. I’ve known Charlene for 20 years. I could call any one of them if I need them and they would be there for me. I could use the 15 mil and spend it real quick. But the benefits would wear off and I’ll find myself lonely. I wouldn’t give up any of these 3 friends or any other of my friends. I rather be rich with love, happiness and friendship. My name ain’t Mrs. Scrooge.
Response- Sorry but see ya later; no hard feelings
I shared this to show how much value we put on money and material things. We believe the more we have the happier we’ll be. Money will pay for our luxuries that society seduces and tempt us with. We dream of a fabulous house with seven bedrooms, ten baths, a pool, basketball and tennis court. We want a garage with three or more luxury cars. Clothes, jewelry, shoes and more toys than you can pay with. What a dream!
Now what happens when you make new friends? Are they your friends because they like your company or because you’re rich and give great parties. What if you get sick and spend all your money on medical bills. Or maybe you didn’t pay your taxes and the IRS comes for your ass. Will those new friends be there for you?
I don’t think so because they were probably as greedy as you. But I bet you if you go to that best friend you had before the 15 million dollars they will be there for you despite you dropping them for money. If they’re not than hey you did the right thing giving them up. (But could you blame them? You choose money over them.)
However, my point is that friends, true friends are hard to come by in life. When you find a friend that you can confide in, that will come to you when you need them and stand by your side. Hold onto them because we only get but so many chances to make lifetime friends.
Thank you everyone for your best wishes. The surgeon said it is “a little cancer”. He took a wedge out, a portion of the lobe. It depends on what comes back from the lympnodes biopsy. If its positive then I will have to have chemo.
I don’t have an appetite and I feel nausea. I didn’t get much sleep. So as I try to give you this update I’m nodding off. Tentative discharge is Friday or Saturday. I have scheduled post untl Sunday. Hopefully I’ll be able to come up with something creative. Excuse any errors in this commercial. I’m exhausted and typing on the tablet.
like cotton balls dipped in dye
paint autumns’ hues
brass, gold, emerald and ruby
clutching the remnants of summer
swaying in the wind
until they rain down
to join their fallen brethren
rolling out the carpet
to welcome winters’
Okay so I’m cheating with the Nano Poblano and pre-scheduling my daily post. Actually I’ve been doing it all month because I’ve been running in and out taking care of the pre-surgery crap.
This is my regular Tuesday post but because I posted about my surgery yesterday I held it off for today. These are the bloggers I would re-blog if I re-blogged. Go check them out and be sure to let them know I said hello.
The Red Box is a romantic poetry writer. I just started following her but I like what I’ve read so far.
OTotsy! is a writer and artist. Her art is unique and her characters have . . .well character. She writes entertaining short stories and comics.
Gee and I share a child and grandchildren. He is a creative artist who is dabbling in photo shopping and creating abstract pictures.
On 10/2/14 I posted I Woke Up the Sun Slept In I scheduled this post for today because I’m getting ready to have surgery today to biopsy the nodule in my right lung. My pulmonary doctor says there’s a twenty / eighty percent chance of it being cancer. The surgeon says he doesn’t think it’s cancer. They won’t know until they get the sample out. I will be hospitalize for two to five days but as soon as I’m able I’ll tell you guys the results. If you don’t hear from me then I didn’t make it and I will visit you in your dreams. It’s not the surgery that has me nervous it the thought of the anesthesia and my sleep apnea.
Now you know why my recent poems have been so dark and why I was reluctant to take part in the #Nano Poblano. I tried to create a post and scheduled them for each day so I could keep up. I hope I have been successful. I scheduled this post on 11/6/14.
I started writing the following poem when I was first told it could be cancer. I wasn’t nor am I now afraid to die. I just don’t want to leave this life yet. I think I still have more to do. I am human and the thought of death did and does cross my mind. However I won’t walk into the light, the light will have to pull me cause I will be fight.
when death comes a knocking
like a bill collector
should I hide
or answer his demanding call
and plead for more life
when death comes a knocking
should I make a pot of tea
a shot of brandy perhaps
put a pillow under his head
and sneak out the back door
when death comes a knocking
should I plant my feet
stick out my chest
ball my fist
and knock him out
and send him away
when death comes a knocking
I’m standing my ground
without fear without regret
fight surges through me
I’m prepared to battle for my life
and death ain’t invited until I’m tired