Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cancer. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Life after cancer

 

Kaleidoscope by inkspired and KaleidoCam 

It’s been just over 2 years now since my first cancer diagnosis. 25 months. Life circumstances have certainly turned me topsy-turvy, upside-down and every which way in between. Some days I question who I am. Am I still me?

Of course, yes, I am. But yet, somehow, different. I think that’s a good thing. I never want to remain in a holding pattern - stagnate. Never changing. I think change is good. God gave me an active, creative brain and I need to use it - or lose it! (Aren’t idioms fun?). I think the difference now is that the core me is still me, but so many new events have shaped and changed my perceptions, opinions and reactions. Different things are more important now.

Cancer cannot change the innermost me. I will not allow it to define who I am. Cancer likes to be center stage. It is an attention hog. Cancer wants nothing else to compete with it. It likes to dictate all of my reactions, my thoughts, my focus. Nope. Not gonna’ happen.

You see, I have a God Who loves me. Me! I have done nothing to deserve this love. Yet God tells me over and over and over that He loves me;  that He cares about me, and that no matter what or who or when He will stay beside me.
Wow.

God also tells me (through His Word, the Bible) that He is a jealous God. I am to have no other gods above Him. He is my one and only priority. This is not what cancer tries to tell me. Cancer may not love me but by golly I better think of nothing else but it. It shouts! It shoves! It demands! Good news? I have a choice of what to listen to.

And that is what love truly is. It gives me a choice. God’s love does not tie me down or force me to do ‘good things’ or to think only one way. God’s love has set me free from fear, free from bullying, free from shame and worry. God has accepted me just as I am. He loves me. Me - flaws and all.

Cancer has changed me. I am not saying I am the same as I was even 3 years ago. My focus perhaps has changed. I hope I have changed for the better. My desire to be more like Jesus has deepened. I definitely have more of a sense of urgency. My life line feels shorter. Much more finite. That ‘I’m going to live forever’ view from my twenties is gone. Absolutely gone. I do not know how much time I have left on this earth. I am okay with that. Even though I have always known that I do not know when death might take me, it seems more personal now.

God has numbered my days since before I was born. What a concept! It’s hard to wrap my head around that one. Yet it is so comforting. My life will never be ‘cut short’. My death will never be a shame as I was taken too early. I will have lived the exact number of days that God had planned for me since the beginning of time. What I do with those days - now that’s a different matter!

So I return to cancer. Has it interrupted my life? Will it cut short my days here on earth? Will I survive cancer? The answer for me must be No! No! and No! Cancer does not have the power to determine my days. It does not have the power to cut short my life. I will not survive it, as it could never cause my death to begin with. Has it interrupted my life? No! With God’s love guiding me, what I can do is go through cancer, just as I have gone through some dark tunnels before this. I could not see the end in some of those tunnels, and I certainly could not see the rocks I tripped over inside of them. As all tunnels are however, there has always been a light up ahead. I was never alone, and I am not alone now. There has always been a light guiding me forward. Encouraging me, telling me if I keep my eyes on that light I will reach the end of that tunnel. There is always a light if I believe in a God Who has said He will never leave me. Never abandon me. Never leave me alone.

Cancer tries to tell me I am alone. It is the only focus and the only purpose I can possibly have. Nothing else matters. Cancer is wrong. It is a mere blip on my screen. My focus must only be  on glorifying God. Hasn’t that been my goal all along? My life’s purpose? To become more like Jesus is not just a religious buzz phrase. It is who I am. Cancer is not in that equation. 

Some days I let life lose that focus. Those are my ‘bad’ days. I wanted to do -fill-in-the-blank-. I can’t do ____ because cancer made me weak. Tired. Cancer made me…and therein is the problem. I have allowed cancer to become the loudest voice in my head. Fortunately I am a child of a very patient God. Very patient. I will wallow in self-pity (usually never for more than a day) before that inner voice says “SNAP OUT OF IT!”. 

I wanted to let you know how I am physically after 2 years of cancer travel. Funny that what became uppermost in my mind has been my attitude readjustment. Maybe not so surprising however. Things of the spirit are always more important than physical things. God tells us that often enough in the New Testament (Bible). Perhaps that sums up me. Who I am now, after traveling the cancer path for a time. Is cancer done with me? I have no idea. What I do know is that it will never be the boss of me. It will never dictate who I am - unless I let it. While I may skip off the correct path for a few feet, I never want to stay on that path of selfishness and self-destruction. My eyes must remain on my God.

Life after cancer? Why, my life has remained, and will remain, in the hands of God. Cancer has just been a reminder lesson of how much God loves me, and of what is truly important in this brief journey I have here on earth. I really can’t wait to see what God has planned for me next!

- inkspired

“For God loved me so much that He gave His one and only Son, that if I believe in Him I will not die but have everlasting life.”
- John 3:16, New Testament, Bible 

“…and we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”
- Romans 8:28, New Testament, Bible

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus, our Lord.”
- Romans 8:38-39, New Testament, Bible

Monday, December 16, 2024

Cancer? Bah, humbug!

 Welcome!


What a different year it has been for us.

Well, year and half really.

Life is unpredictable. New every day. Dreams we have, plans we’ve made- none of it is guaranteed, is it?

So 2024 will be the Year of Cancer. I do not want to give cancer anymore credit for affecting my life than 2024. Of course, it has. It’s already spilled over from 2023. But it does not get any more headlines from me. No more Capitals!

The physical and emotional fallout from both the cancer and the treatment for cancer has been eye-opening. For those of you who have never been touched by cancer, you really cannot understand it. Empathize, yes. Understand? No. Not until it affects you personally I think. I certainly did not know or understand how deeply it affects a person.

It’s not just the physical aspects. Oh yes, there are plenty of those! But it is also how cancer changes the way you look at life. It changes your relationships with other people however subtly.

For me, I look around me now. Things have never been a priority. I grew up with enough, but we were on the edge of poverty sometimes. I never really felt like I had missed out on ‘things’ though, as we had family. Since then God has blessed me with financial security. Yes, there were some very lean years but overall we never wanted for any ‘thing’. It is a privilege to be able to share the blessings we have now with others.

As so many of us approaching retirement age, I have accumulated a LOT of ‘things’. Part of that is from those lean years when every little thing could be used, or might be needed in the future. You just never throw away anything!

Part of the accumulated treasure is just that - there is so much potential in so many things! A scrap of paper is not to be thrown away as it could be shaped into a paper flower, or used in a collage, or become filler for a vase.

Part is a tendency to hoard, although I do hate to use that word and my name in the same sentence. However, one look in my basement and it might be justified.

So how is this connected to cancer? Cancer forces you to look at not how much life you have, but how much life you have left. It brings uncertainty of the length of life into the mix. Not fear. Just a more keen realization that life is never guaranteed. Death is a part of life.

And so I look around me. Is this what I want to be remembered as? Do I really want my loved ones to have to go through all my treasures and decide what is and isn’t important? What is gold and what is fuel?

With the time I have remaining, which is unknown but finite, can I really complete 6 books of crochet afghan patterns when I don’t know how to crochet? How many bead patterns is reasonable to assume I will have time to start and finish? Do I even want to paint all those paper mache’ boxes? Chances are pretty slim I will ever fit into the sizes on those clothing patterns, much less have the time to sew them all.

So yes, cancer has changed my perspective of what is around me. I look at ‘things’ differently now. I downsize. I agonize and struggle with my hoarder self. I give myself permission to throw away scraps of paper and 2 inch pieces of ribbon and old calendars and odd-sized envelopes. Well, okay, give away or recycle with throw away as a last resort.

If I can give away treasure to someone else who would love to have (fill in the blank) what a blessing that would be for both of us!

Oh, I’ve known these things all along, but there was always time enough to deal with things later. When I have time. Someday. Cancer has changed someday into now. This day.

Do I sound like I have everything all together? Well, I don’t. I still have moments of sheer sobbing. I can’t even explain why - it just comes. I get angry when I see my naked self in the mirror, with my body crisscrossed with so many scars. My shape is no longer me. Yet it is the new ‘cancer me’. I hate it. Will I live long enough to accept this new me? I have no idea. Perhaps it is okay to be angry about some things, as long as I don’t wallow in self pity. I never want to become an angry person. But flashes of anger? I think that’s okay.

I also refuse to feel sorry for myself. I am no better (nor worse) than anyone else who has had cancer. It just is. I waste no time on the merry-go-round of ‘why me?’. Why not me? Cancer doesn’t care. What I do know, and what I rely on, is that I have a God Who loves me. He wants what is best for me. I do not understand this kind of love. I see glimmers of it when I think of myself as a parent. I would die for my son. A part of God did die for me. Wow. How can I ask for anything else when God gave so much?

Oh well, I certainly don’t want to get all preachy. I just needed to share some thoughts. Sometimes by writing things down it helps clarify my thoughts and feelings. Perhaps someone else out there has similar feelings. Similar thoughts. Or perhaps my meanderings might help someone else. That would be serendipitous.

Cancer? Bah! Humbug!


- inkspired

Thursday, May 9, 2024

What cancer does

 


Things cancer can NOT do.

We’ve all seen the lists, the posters, the t-shirts.

First, 

we are all convinced we will never get cancer.

Other people get cancer.

Not us.

Second,

We are all wrong.

Cancer doesn’t care who it strikes - be it adult, child or baby. Male or Female. Old or young.

We forget that too.

We think cancer is for old people.

Dried up chain smokers and old people in nursing homes waiting to die anyway.

“Poor old thing, but then they did live a long and full life, didn’t they?”

While that may or may not be true, it really has nothing to do with the whimsical nature of cancer.

Because I have it.

And I have never smoked-

And I do not live in a nursing home-

And at 64 years old you better not call me old.

So let me tell you some things about cancer that you may have never heard.

Let me tell you about chemo and surgery and what that does do. Things I had lived my life blissfully unaware of, and never really thought about knowing and certainly never experiencing.

Cancer.

Things it can do.

Cancer is quiet. It grows and becomes strong while being silent. Content to sit in the backyard, eating your food and all the while growing larger and inviting family members to join it. Silently.

Cancer grows. That’s what it does. It is not content to stay in your backyard. It is an unwelcome guest who comes into your house, and stays. And then it invites some cousins, and then some aunts & uncles to come stay. Feeling crowded? No problem! Cancer will move in to your garage, your shed, your car and down the driveway.

You now have cancer. And it’s here to stay.

You may discover your unwelcome guest because of a routine test.

Or you may discover cancer because of the size of it. All those cancer relatives are pushing out the good neighbors and replacing them with increasingly demanding cancer folk.

Or you may discover cancer because it is eating you out of house and home. It is demanding more food. Your food. As it is still being silent, it is sneaking into your refrigerator and eating all the good stuff, leaving leftovers for you. You become weak, thin, sickly looking- all because you are not eating properly. Only you think you are. You continue to replenish your cupboards with good food, not understanding that you won’t get to eat any of it. Your unwelcome guests will be feasting on it instead.

Cancer will always take the best of the best. I discovered my cancer when it had grown enough to make me uncomfortable. It had taken over not only my home but also the neighborhood.

I felt fine.

I was unaware that cancer had found my storehouse of food and was busy munching away and getting bigger and bigger.

Tests were given. Biopsies were taken.

MRIs and echocardiograms and CAT scans became weekly appointments. Signing forms and handing over the credit card became mundane and common.

More biopsies.

More specialist doctor appointments.

More bad news.

Cancer invites friends. Not the nice girl from school who shares her lunch with you. No, cancer invites friends that creep in alleys and come in through the back door at night. Friends you do not want in your home.

 All those tests and procedures? They discover more things wrong with you. Unknown defects.

For me, I now discovered I had spots on my lungs.

I had a suspicious heart valve dysfunction.

There were shadows in my brain.

My veins were too small for chemo treatments.

I had unknown masses in my breast.

Cancer encourages numerous tests. A cancer diagnosis rarely stands alone. The medical field now has sophisticated equipment to search out innumerable things that are potentially wrong with you. You can choose to go on this merry-go-round. Be prepared for forfeiting your time and independence. And your wallet! Your life now belongs to medical professionals. They will poke and prod you; discuss you and order more tests until an exact diagnosis for each aberration is found and duly charted and catalogued. 

You still have cancer, by the way.

Or you can discuss with your doctor the pros and cons of each procedure and make informed decisions on which ones are necessary. For me, I did not have to know the exact medical term for the spots on my lungs. It didn’t matter what caused them (most likely leftovers from a couple of cases of pneumonia) because they were deemed benign. Not a threat. I was still given the choice to pursue the matter with further specialists. I chose not to. 

Side Effects of Chemo 

they probably won’t mention

My cancer is aggressive, so it needs aggressive treatment. This was chemotherapy to start with. Because of my numerous allergies, the chemo was dripped into my port slowly, with time in between bags to see if I would have a reaction of any kind.

I am happy to report I never did.

Time:Each chemo session took 7 -8 hours. That’s 7 hours every 3 weeks. There’s the blood test before, and the meeting with the doc, and then the mixing of chemicals.

Plan on losing a day. Every 3 weeks.

Then the next day I got to go back and get a shot.

Now the side effects start to kick in. Some I knew about, most I did not.

Hair: yes, your hair will fall out. For some that includes nose hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair anywhere else. For me, most of my hair fell out, but not all. 

Taste: I would get a nasty metallic taste in my mouth that flavored my food. Or water would just taste…bad. Food became very salty tasting. Or I would crave flavor as everything was tasteless.

Dry eyes: my eyes started watering non-stop. I had to carry a tissue around with me all the time. I had to explain to everyone no, I wasn’t crying. It was ‘just’ chemo. After a trip to my eye doctor I had to put eye drops in both eyes 9-10 times a day. The diagnosis? Extremely dry eyes, causing them to water.

Hand rash: I got a painful, red rash on a couple fingers and knuckles on my Right hand. It was hot and alternately itchy and painful. It spread to my Left hand. It continued to spread down my fingers and up my wrist, involving the entire hand. It made parts of my hands become swollen, and the skin cracked in places. It’s called Hand and Foot Disorder. NOT Hand & Foot Disease. That last word distinction led to some nasty disagreements and a good amount of frustration for me. It is NOT the rash kids get from day care (commonly). It is a specific disorder that is a result of chemo.

You can’t ’catch it’. It is not contagious. My dermatologist knew exactly what it was and prescribed a cream for 2 days, then Vaseline only, used with ice packs. These helped and it finally cleared. I still have some residual ‘dragon scale’ looking skin and some small scars.

Nose bleeds: Chemo attacks fast-growing cells. That’s what cancer is - fast growing cells. Unfortunately chemo does not distinguish between cancer and good cells. Any of your fast-growing cells are at risk. For me, this first showed up with nose bleeds.

You have to understand, I have NEVER had a nose bleed in my life! Neither has my husband or son. So this was new territory for me. During chemo I had to go to an Outpatient service once, and the hospital Emergency Room twice to try and get the bleeding to stop. Not fun. I used up a LOT of Kleenex. During the emergency visits I had places inside my nose cauterized twice. If at all possible, I don’t recommend this. It HURTS!!! This helped some, but I had too many places that needed cauterizing for the docs to do a thorough job. 8 months later, and 2 months after my last chemo infusion, I still have nose bleeds almost every day.

Split nostrils: Because of all the nose bleeds I had, 3 places along the edge of my nostrils actually split, scabbed, split, etc. enough times that I now have 1/16” - 1/8” splits in my nose in 2 places. No one notices but me, I think.

Fingernails: My fingernails died and became detached. Apparently the cells in your nail beds are fast-growing. Who knew? Not me. As the nails are dying they release a bad-smelling clearish liquid. This is normal. This is a big nuisance. Carry around Kleenex to wipe up the fluid. Keep your fingernails trimmed short so you don’t accidentally catch one of the nails and rip it off, as it is detached all around except at the nail bed bottom. Sometimes I used a band-aid type solution to wrap around my fingertip so a nail wouldn’t snag on something. Just an aside here - try to pull up your socks without using your fingertips! Blech.

A few months later I had new fingernails growing underneath the real ones. They are thin and brittle and discolored. I’ll let you know what happens next!

Toenails: see above 

Nausea & Vomiting: I thought I was going to get away without these things. Wrong. Nausea hit me after a while. Your Cancer Center has all kinds of things to help with nausea- pills, shots, infusions. 

Then there’s the vomiting. I did learn I have a phenomena that makes throwing up…well…entertaining. Every time I throw up, I pass out. I had not thrown up since I was 13 years old. (A story for another time.) So when I felt a little ‘funny’ and sat up in bed, swung my feet over the edge, and awoke face down on the carpet floor laying in a pile of fresh barf, I was disoriented to say the least. I started hollering for M, and crying, and dripping barf off my face and my hands and pajamas…it was horrible! I blew barf out of my nose for 2 days afterward! I had visible scrapes and scabs on my head and my nose! Gave myself a bloody nose and a wrenched wrist and shoulder.

Then I proceeded to throw up 3 more times, passing out each time. Landed face first in barf only 2 more times. By the 4th time we were prepared!

I was referred to another specialist as this obviously was not related to chemo as it happened after my last infusion. I politely declined. The only different factor in my life was having had chemo. Vomiting is a known side effect. My body was just a little slow in processing the chemicals. Fortunately I only had 1 more episode of ‘we must get rid of this foreign substance! Come on everybody - let’s barf NOW! Aaannd REPEAT!’

Teeth: An old wive’s tale is for every baby you have you will lose a tooth. This probably came around because of the acid that is produced when vomiting. Have that wash over your teeth for 6-8 months and yes, combine with poor to no oral hygiene due to exhaustion and you certainly might lose a tooth each time you had a baby. Now insert ‘cancer’ instead of ‘baby’.

Diarrhea: You will have diarrhea. It started with me in the middle of the night. Of course. It woke me up, feet hit the floor and I was off! Whew! Made it. Repeat 3 times that night. The next night I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Frowny face. After that I wore paper pants to bed every night. So many times I ‘almost’ made it to the toilet and was so grateful I had my paper pants on. Then it started hitting me during the day. Again, paper pants to the rescue.

Mouth sores: Painful mouth sores are the leading cause of stopping chemo treatments. They can lead to unhealthy weight drop as it becomes too painful to eat. Guess what the inside of your mouth is lined with? Fast growing cells!

Blistered skin: A lesser known side effect is blisters on your face. I was very fortunate and only got a couple mouth sores. The blisters however were all over including my eyelids. They made my skin super fragile and I had to be very careful I didn’t rub my face much at all. If I did I would break the skin and have a sore there. It also took longer than normal for them to heal, up to 6 weeks. Thank you chemo for lowering my platelet count. See below.

Slow healing: chemo makes your platelet counts low. Too low. You need platelets to help your blood coagulate  (stop bleeding) and form scabs. These cover the wound and help protect it from further damage, while your body is repairing itself. It really is an amazing process when you think about it, which most of us don’t. Cut your finger? Wash it out, maybe wear a band-aid for a couple days, and you’re fine. But not with chemo. Expect scabs and sores on your hands, arms and legs.

Exhaustion: I’m not talking tired. I’m not talking about needing a little nap, or going to bed early. I’m talking exhaustion. So body-numbing that you fall into bed and don’t move. You are so tired that even breathing is an effort. Forget fixing dinner, or cleaning off the coffee table. I just hoped I could make it into the bedroom, and maybe have a pillow close enough for my head. Honestly I do not know how people who have to work during chemo have the energy. I was fortunate to not have that pressure.

Chemo Brain or Brain Fog: This is an actual term used by medical personnel. It has been repeatedly documented in chemo patients. Family members around chemo patients can all attest to it. How does it happen? Not a clue, I’m not a medical personnel nor do I pretend to be an expert in any medical field. What I do know is what happened to me personally, and a few friends that have experienced chemo also. And this means Chemo Brain. It scrambles your thoughts and recall memories. Words you know you suddenly cannot recall, or form into words. They are forever stuck in the folds of your brain, never to be spoken. My home phone number? Forgot it! Or, it might come to you hours later, when you no longer need it! Brain Fog confuses you. You say Right when you mean Left. My husband learned to stop listening to me giving directions. Instead of being correct 98% of the time, I was wrong 75%, or more, of the time! How long does it last? Well, I’ll let you know! I still have it.

That’s it for now.

I am continuing with a cocktail of drugs and chemo for the next 9 months. Will my body find new and obscure reactions to it?

Probably.

Will I find the humor in it?

Most definitely.

 Without laughter, you die. You are welcome to come along for the ride.

‘ til next time,

inkspired


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Kaleidoscope by inkspired

Sunday, December 3, 2023

December meanderings

 Welcome!

I’m so glad you stopped by today!


I have started, and stopped, numerous blogs to you. Life has been a crazy roller coaster ride for a while. But, this too shall pass. That’s the adventure in life, isn’t it? Things change. They will change and they do change. And that’s ok.

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Pardon my lack of formatting today. If I wait until this blog gets ‘pretty’, it will take me another couple of months! At least at the rate I have been functioning.

I write about things that interest me. That might interest you. That made me laugh and I want to share the giggles. Things that are pretty. Or unique. Or just awesome! Things I never knew, that maybe you might like to know too.



Our sweet Nessie has decided to clone herself, starting with enough dog hair to make an exact duplicate. Every other day. Really.
Does she not realize Winter is approaching? She might need to keep all that fur to stay warm?
Oh. 
She has a favorite plushy blanket in practically every room in the house to curl up into.
Guess staying warm with fur is not an issue…

‘Nessie’

And there is a typical example of what my brain is doing these day! Bunny trails galore.

Some people call it ‘Chemo Brain’.
Ok, that works for now, but what was my excuse the last 25 years?!
😁
So let’s get started down a path for today.
I might find bunnies, or Easter eggs or even a dinosaur or two. Who knows? But let’s enjoy the time together, shall we?

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I love creating unusual, creative and beautiful greeting cards.
Little pieces of art, if you will. They are portable, easily given and a nice way for someone else to remember I am thinking of them. Care about them. 
It releases some of my creative energy that is always buzzing around inside me.
I have a plethora of cards, to say the least.
(Plethora - wonderful word by the way!)
I decided a few months ago if I wanted to continue making cards I needed to de-stash some.
Actually send them off to people! (Radical idea). So, I’ve been doing that.
Fun!
Here are a few samples I have made with micro-waved pressed florals, most from my garden.




My friend S and I are actually glad winter is upon us, so we can stop seeing all these wonderful florals, and feeling irresistible urges to pluck them and press them!
Our stash will definitely carry us through any and all projects til next Spring!
Here are a few more samples:





Using my Micro-Fleur press really preserves the color, and from picking to pressing to pressed it can be less than 2 minutes and you have flowers ready to create with.
No more old telephone book stuffed with dried crumbling flowers!
You can find the Press and accessories online. A bit pricey, but it lasts ‘forever’ and makes a huge difference in the outcome. Too many $? Check out some other brands. S found one at a local Fabric Store for $9.99 that is very similar. Clearance though. Just be sure it is micro-wavable.

I use 1/2 school glue (Elmer’s) and 1/2 water, mix thoroughly. Then 1 ply Kleenex, wax paper and a sponge brush onto a cardstock base. Iron after dry. Let me know if you want more specific directions. 




I have gotten positive responses to my Card Campaign. It works both ways. The receiver gets a note and a bit of unexpected cheer (I hope!), I feel good about myself, and I now have room for more cards I can create! Win, win.

I know the trend is everything is ‘online’. Save trees. Don’t waste paper. But it’s very hard to place an I-phone on your  dresser, or at the dining table, to be reminded that someone cares about you.  They thought about you, made something just for you. Wanted to let you know you are important. These things are why I hope we never as a society lose the personal touch of a card to hold in your hand.
Phone calls are good.
A card in hand is good.
Don’t get me started on texting!


Chemo effects:
- tired
- weird loss of tastes
- bloody nose
- blisters on face
- incredible water weight gain
- hair? What was that?
- dehydration
- bone pain
- die where I stand fatigue

Karen wins:
- naps, whenever I want
- oatmeal is good
- Kleenex with lotion is my friend
- this too is temporary. Kudos to makeup.
- minimize long needless trips
- hats, cute!
- water. Water. Oh yes, and water.
- Claritin - who knew?
- soft sofas and beds

I consider myself The Equalizer at the moment! Stuff gets thrown at me. I cry. I get a bit angry. I find the humor and laugh. I get on with life. So what? Did I think life would remain the same forever? Of course not! When has it ever?
And I write blogs with bunny trails.

Hope to see you again. I’ll try to make it sooner than later for the next one. I enjoy our time.
Sincerely,
Inkspired