Just a Thought Series ~ Nov 15, 1975

It's so peaceful here
Hidden in my tree house world
Curled up at the window
Sipping coffee

~

The moon settles into the woods
Bird songs hint at the morning light

Quiet sounds of paw prints
On the forest floor

Treehouse

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The sweet smell of rain is in the air
I think I'll read today
Time to roust my bones
And build a fire

Just a Thought Series ~ June 29, 1976

Sailor, Sailor wed to the sea

Moods forever changing

Unpredictable as a stormy sky

~

A warm breeze caresses her cheek
A cold north wind turns her away

Sometimes soft, sometimes sharp

The ambiguity of a coastal summer day

A Hole in the Sky

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Sailor, Sailor

What's the fear in your heart

That makes it so easy to run
Life so difficult to chart
~

She doesn't ask for changes

Only the chance to be herself
Not some image of your mind
You have no right to redesign

Mermaid Behind Her Mask

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All hearts are not the same

Experience makes each unique
Just know 
She will always be true to herself
Strength will overcome weak

Just a Thought Series ~ May 15, 1970

Friday

Time has slowed

To an almost

Imperceptible pace

Perhaps non-existent

Only the visual distinction

Of light and dark

Very hot and dry

Content

To let my physical presence

Remain still

Ducks Allowed

Breast Cancer Journey - D Day Done

09/28/11 ~ To borrow a phrase from my two favorite Marines (the real Ken Rodgers and the mythical Jethro Gibbs from NCIS) OOORAH!

We got up when it was still dark and Rod took me out on the front porch to show me the sky. Long ago, when my parents passed away, we assigned them each a constellation, the Big Dipper and Orion's Belt. Both were visible, one right off the front porch and the other behind redwoods out back, so they too were part of my posse.

No coffee, no food = torture!

First stop to Nuclear Medicine for the radio tracer injection, said to feel like bee sting. I didn't feel the needle at all, but on the bee sting scale I'd say the injection was akin to a giant wasp on steroids. Take comfort in the knowledge it was only long enough to chant the F bomb to myself seven times.

Next stop to have what they call a needle localization. Numbing injection didn't hurt at all. The radiologist inserts a small tube with a small gauge wire down to the tiny marker placed when I had original biopsy. The wire guides my surgeon to the exact place.

Next stop outpatient surgery clinic for admissions and chats with my operating room nurses, anesthesiologist and surgeon, all while lounging in a comfortable bed with back and knee supports and warm blankets. All I needed was a stuffed teddy bear. The atmosphere was relaxed and calming. I wasn't nervous at all. They hooked me up to IV for fluids and I presume sedation, because the next thing I know I'm in recovery with my eyes half open. While I was there my surgeon went out to talk to Rod. She is really confident that she got it all, and the sentinel node was very small which is a good sign. Tissue and nodes are in for biopsy so we'll know for sure in a couple of days. The stay in recovery about an hour and a half and then we were on our way home.

Next stop our favorite Chinese restaurant to pick up a couple of orders of hot and sour soup (our version of chicken soup) and the video store for a few movies. I parked myself in one of the barcaloungers: Rod ceded the remote to me, served me soup and with an ice pack chaser and left me to rest for a couple of hours. 

The movie we watched last night was Rango. The animation, writing, and constant play on words keep us laughing out loud. Lucky I didn't pop a stitch. One of the lines we wrote down (we listened to twice so I think we heard it right) was "it's a puzzle, it's like a big old mammogram". Somehow appropriate for this adventure, wouldn't you say? If you haven't seen it, rent it.

09/29/11 ~ I've had very little discomfort today, haven't needed any pain medication. I am one lucky rascal. I owe a huge hug to my posse of friends from near, far and other dimensions who have been sending me energy and positive thoughts all along the road. My friend Nancy just dropped off home made cookies and my neighbors down the hill brought me a dozen yellow roses! Sweeet! Well back to the barcalounger: soup, movie, ice and a foot rub on the menu tonight. I'm pretty easy to please.

Word Play

There is amazing power in simple words of description. They can capture your imagination or tell you a story, suggest a flight of fancy or stop you in your tracks. I work with lampwork glass in all of my designs. I am first drawn to colors and patterns, but it is often the descriptions that grab me. Today's kudos go to JavaBeads.

What is True

What is true

Is that when you get down

To why you are doing something

Not for the money

Or the ego satistisfaction

Not for the expectations

Or the promises

But for the shear love

Of what you are doing

There exist no droughts

No dried up wells

June 19, 1975