Lymph nodes in the groin make walking hard, lymph noes in the armpits mean I can't lower my arms and I look like I'm doing the perpetual Funky Chicken...and my respiration's trotting along at a happy 20 per minute, interpresed by coughs that are deep, and epic.
I'd say it's hard to stay happy, but it really isn't. Too dumb to despair, I guess, while dancing.
To live is Christ, to die is gain;
Saint Paul is surely right,
but since my going would leave some pain,
I'm going to stay and fight.
People say, you've done enough,
all that one man can do,
you don't need to prove you're tough
'cause that's all we know of you.
But I have dogs, I have a wife,
and they take up all my heart.
Every day I give my life,
die in sleep, and then restart.
The goal is not in the least confused;
I'll go 'till the last of me is used.
And in case you've forgotten (though I know you haven't), here's how to do the Funky Chicken.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.