This photo of desert flowers was taken just outside of my mom and dad's home in Scottsdale.
This week I had another treatment (Gemzar alone) on Tuesday. It's Thursday today, and I'm already feeling fine, so the "Gemzar alone" weeks are pretty easy to tolerate.....
Tonight is Brian's "Senior 1" (Grade 9) farewell.......... which is actualy a dinner and "dance" for parents and students. And I certainly feel up to it, so that is great news..... Next week is Craig's Grade 12 graduation, and my health team have rejigged my chemo schedule so that I have next week "off".........
So... apart from having kinda low blood counts it is clear sailing for the next week or so.......I am washing my hands like Lady MacBeth and hopefully all will be well....
P.S. I made some setting changes so that maybe will be easier to "comment" if you so choose! Thanks to my friends who pointed out their challenges commenting, apparently we have missed some brilliant replies!
"Unless you call out, who will open the door?" - Congolese Proverb
6 comments:
Good morning Joanne:
Your blog is wonderful. Keep up that busy life and positive attitude! Enjoy the graduations, and we'll be thinking of you this weekend in Regina. Your sayings are great. Here's an Irish one for you: "May your troubles be less, And your blessings be more, And nothing but happiness, Come through your door" - You deserve it!
P & G
Hi Joanne, What beautiful flowers!!! I am so glad to hear that you are doing well and have the energy to enjoy all of the grads. Hayley would like to send you the following saying " Love like you have never been hurt, dance like no one is watching, sing like no one is listening and live life to the fullest"
Lots of Love, Loretta
Dear Auntie Joanne,
I hope you are feeling ok. I can't wate to see you next week! It will be so much fun.
love,Heather
I heard this in another context, but it a a good healing poem
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
"Still I Rise"
from AND STILL I RISE by Maya Angelou,
copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Hi Joanne,
Thanks for the update. We are looking forward to seeing you and the family next weekend.
Take Care....
Darryl
Joanne, great to be able to keep up with your adventures and to feel in some way a part of of them. Way to go woman!! I have moving boxes if you need them. I can bring them over. Claire
Post a Comment