We all have them. We always will as long as we live. In experiencing my own sorrows for the past couple of months, I find myself reflecting on all the joy I have, too.
One day this week, I witnessed joy and sorrow.
I texted my husband and told him I could sure use some alone time with him. "Lunch?" He texted back. "Yes!" I replied. "W.A. Frost?" he asked.
"Perfect" from me. I made reservations on the patio, the weather
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Updated August 16th, 2016 at 09:25 AM by rich123
Eight hours I was lying on the bed being drip fed into my arm what in fact was an Immunotherapy treatment rather than chemotherapy as I had thought.
The Chemotherapy starts tomorrow in the form of a large quantity of pills to swallow for the next three days. The treatment stops there until the 13th February when I have a repeat of the Immunotherapy and the following three days of pills. There will then be a final hospital visit for treatment after which the doctor will decide on a blood
Future, will there in fact be one?
Remember the fable about the ant, who after working hard all year gathering food was able to shelter safely through the winter months. A lesson worthwhile learning most would say. But one obvious flaw, of which the author didnít consider was, and what if just before the start of winter the ant found he had a cancer and was unlikely to survive the winter for which he had so conscientiously provided for. Would not the lesson in this case be enjoy oneself