Masterful Monday

Can that be right? Masterful is defined as imposing one’s will on others. It’s being domineering, imperious, imperative, and peremptory. Huh? It does sound pretty unflattering, even to call Monday. But I don’t mean it in a bad way. My intent is all that matters here, and my intent is good. It’s a good thing. How so?

I do not want to be a person who regrets not doing things they always wanted to do. I will publish a novel and some children’s books. Before I don’t have the opportunity any more. In order to do that, I need to have my ambitions and my skills and my purpose defined, mapped out, and get with the work. In a way, I’m imposing my will to do this on my ability to procrastinate. I’m making it the most important thing to accomplish in the next couple of years. Seriously. It’s got to be first. The hitch is here: it can’t be more important than spending time with the Babe, our families, our grandkids. Moderation is the key. And work like hell in the block of time I can spend on it every day.

Some Days!

Song of the Day: “I’m Going to Love You Through It,” by Martina McBride. I’ve been the woman waiting for that phone call. I’ve been the woman who hung up and thought, “Shit, now what?” It was terrible calling the Babe at work and telling him. He cried out, “No!” And he said, “I’m on the way home.” I felt terrible telling him on the phone. We always know when each other is upset, by the tone of voice. I couldn’t hide it at all. No, I’ll never play poker.

The month was October. Boy, was I aware of Breast Cancer by the end of the month! My mammogram came back needing an ultrasound. I went to have that done. The radiologist and nurse told me, yes, it’s a definite lump, and I’d need a needle biopsy. All through this, I was thinking about Dan’s ex-wife, Sandy. She was just diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer. She had immediate chemo and radiation. We were establishing a friendship, as she was no longer working. I wasn’t either. It was wonderful talking with her about her kids with Dan. We were blessed to be able to be friends.

The Babe went with me to the biopsy. He told them he was going to be in the room with me while they did it. They tried telling him, “You might want to wait outside.” He wouldn’t hear of it. ‘I was in Vietnam, so nothing bothers me.” They talked throughout the whole procedure, and as I placed my right arm above my hand, the Babe took hold of it. He didn’t let go until the doc and nurse left the room. I knew he’d love me through it. There was never any doubt about that.

The doc seemed almost cocky, though. She said the three samples didn’t look like cancer at all. I chose not to believe her. The Babe, however, believed her. So much that he was dumbstruck when the news came. I wanted to scream at her. How could she give us false hope like that? Wow. I hope she never did that again to another woman and her family. I was angry for how hurt the Babe was.

Next step was surgeon, he was quite thorough. The lump(s) were too small to be felt, trust me, everyone tried. To get clean margins, he removed enough tissue that was baseball sized. Ponder that. I’m pretty lopsided, but not bad, didn’t have reconstruction. I was in my late 50s, and I’m so fortunate to be an eleven year survivor. I don’t like the fact the medication added 30 pounds to me while removing all the estrogen from me. I’d had a hysterectomy at 39, so I was already a “quart low.” Or more. I don’t know. It’s not ever been the same, but I’m so grateful to God. Screw the 30 pounds.

Tell Your Much Needed Story

My friend Sandy, mother of the Babe’s children, lost her battle. Her sister also had the same cancer, she is gone now, too. Oral cancer claimed my sister in law, Laura. All around us, it’s been a battlefield. How it picks and chooses is a mystery. Sounds strange, though, I have always felt I would have breast cancer. I don’t know if you’d call it a premonition or not, but I was not surprised at all when I got the call. Hard as it was to tell the Babe, it was the worst to tell my baby brother, Tim, all 6+ feet of him, lean and lanky, tattooed man. He is the kindest person I’ve known. I’m lucky he’s my best friend after the Babe. He was still reeling from his loss.

Somehow, we all made it this far. And we’ll keep going. It’s what’s in the plan for our lives, I believe. Without being cocky myself, I do find it easier to see the signs God gives me. They are everywhere. See if you can tell where your signs are. They are things you would never have considered, they must be acted upon with logical thoughts and plans, not reckless abandon. While it might be God’s plan for us, we have to do our part. Just practice, it will come to you.

Thank you for all your support and reading. You’re giving me a boost that is important. We’re getting closer and closer to that year mark for blogging. It’s kind of fun to look back, and see how the writing has changed, and how many things I discover about WordPress. I’m a work in progress, and it feels so good! Wash up, Mask up, Be Kind, and I’ll see you tomorrow!

“It’s Not Too Late and I’m Not Too Old!

Super Sunday, 7/12/2020

Hi, folks. This is such a beautiful, coolish morning! The Babe was too cold to sit out this morning. Wow, he’s never cold, always hot. Take that as an omen, the rest of the day is supposed to be cooler as well. We have a noon game for Gavin, so it should be perfect!

Obstacles? What Obstacles?

Today, I’m going to talk about obstacles. The picture at the top here shows a rhino painting some rather nice pictures. The common thing in each, though, is a view of his horn. It’s humorous until you think about it. Are you (am I?) unable to look over your obstacles to a goal? Sure we are, we’re human, right?

I’m not sure about you, I have these fleeting thoughts about, “I have two tons of laundry to do . . . ” followed by, “I need to Google this word, and oh! Look here . . . ” and finally, the clincher, “Well, it’s 1 p.m., I won’t get anything done today . . . ” Yes, I do all of that and more. Right now, I’m thinking about sorting the laundry, starting a load, and coming back here. And I can be stubborn about spelling a word. WordPress underlines the word in red, and I’ll try every possibility until I have to look it up. Usually it’s a vowel out of place, I’m a great speller (she said humbly), and I consider it a mental challenge to do it right. I may never get over that and I’m not sure I want to.

The final one, early afternoon and I won’t get anything done, it’s kind of a thing I have because of the chronic pain I have. This is one thing I have no control over. Some days it’s all I can do to last from 10 a.m. until 2 p.m. doing anything. If I don’t take a break and use heat on my back, it’s a lost cause. My best time for doing anything is in the morning. It’s hard to cram everything into the morning, though.

When the Babe’s at the VFW Post doing bookwork, he usually has the place to himself to finish what he needs to. When he’s not alone, people stop by to visit with him, ask questions, he takes phone calls, etc. It’s part of the job, and he is a real people person. He’s great with people. I love that about him. I’m usually juggling the dogs and whatever I need to finish that day, and trying to write at least the blog. Anything else I can finish is gravy, I figure. When he doesn’t need to go up there daily, it will be easier for me to do more than just the blog. It’s hard to make the time within those morning hours to get a whole day’s worth of work done. We’ll figure out a way, however. Creativity helps.

It’s hard for me to concentrate if I’m near the tv set and something is on. I can sometimes sit there with the heating pad and edit something, or write a list of things to do, or even read some for more direction on how to “Show, Don’t Tell,” gather info from “Personality Isn’t Permanent,” or even jot some notes for who-knows-what. I do lose interest rather quickly, so I try to not work in the living room. I can take the Chrome Book out on the patio or deck, adjust the brightness, and maybe write awhile. Usually, the dogs want to play, and that’s more fun, anyway, right? Sure it is.

Whatever your reason for procrastinating, try and conquer it. If it comes to cleaning up the house, you just can’t let that go too long. Stuff can get out of hand when it comes to papers, boxes, and other things that just take up space. Work just ten or fifteen minutes at clearing any clutter that is around you, distracting you. We’re doing that, and need to a couple times a year. The closet and the office I think are the worst offenders of collecting stuff we don’t need to keep. Just start. Begin, and you’ll be glad you did.

It Takes Awhile to Learn The Difference! Have a Beautiful Day.