Thursday, August 26, 2021

Yeah, But It's Not Really Me

It's getting just a bit easier to blog using the phone. Either I'm getting smarter or the phone's decided to stoop to my level.

Life, however, is not easier...these tumours hurt, and there's a new one of the chest-wall variety. So much for the summer beach bod.

And that doesn't include the tennis-ball sized lump in my navel. Loose shirts, now.

And yet...

Some, looking at me, say it's time
to lean into a morphine haze,
embrace a gentle and sublime
way to pass these pain-wracked days.
I might partake of smooth-jazz tunes,
doze through a DVD,
but suggesting this assumes
that I'm no longer me.
For good or ill, I'm bred to fight
and in my life stand taller
when on the other side of night,
for me, there lies Valhalla,
where, as holder of the secret knows,
the fight goes on, and strong mead flows.

In the absence of music (Blogger won't let me link a video on my phone), here are a couple of things pictures of Sylvia, my blog's public face, on an ice-cream run.



 

23 comments:

  1. I thought I was reaching Gloryland last weekend - before you.

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    1. Oh, Susan! Wait for me if you do...as I will wait for you.

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  2. In your ever-changing life of illness and cell phone technology, you always bless us with your constant love and faith - in the One who IS our Constant. Bless you, dear Andrew! (Karen, FMF #4)

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    1. Karen, thank you so much for this affirmation! I'm slowly getting the hang of the SmartPhone thing.

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  3. I've been gone for a few weeks, and it's nice to read your words again.

    Amie. #10

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    1. Amie, it's good to see you, and I really liked your post this week.

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  4. You amaze me how you keep going and writing when you feel so badly.

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    1. Shelli, I figure this is what I was meant to do, though I would rather be roping...

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  5. grateful to be here and read your words, Andrew.

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    1. And I am grateful that you are here, Mariel.

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  6. ice cream is important in a fight. :) FMF15

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  7. So grateful for your fighting spirit, your words, your encouragement and your dogs enjoying ice cream :) Praying for you and Barb!

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    1. Joanne, your words and prayers truly honour and bless us!

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  8. I'm with you, pal ... off for an ice cream run with a couple of the grandkiddos.

    Something chocolate with peanut butter cups, please!

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    1. Linda, my personal favourite is something called French Silk...ever have it?

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  9. Grateful for your openheartedness, Andrew. Cheers to ice cream

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    1. Amanda,thank you for this...and ice cream doth RULE!

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  10. The way you keep on keeping on is amazing. Don't know how you do it, but I'm always happy to see you still here.
    #30 this week.

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    1. Grams, sometimes I don't know either... but I am delighted to still be here!

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  11. Sylvia is beautiful and such a lucky pup to have you!

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    1. Anita, she truly is a sweetheart...she looks down from Heaven now, but I can hear her bark, from time to time.

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  12. Ahhh, Andrew. Yes. You wouldn't be truly you if you weren't doing battle with this horrible disease. Though you may at times grow weak, your strong spirit is an encouragement to your readers. I love the pics of Sylvia, my friend. I continue to pray for you all.

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