Now Playing: Day 846-The Final Road To Survival
I thought I tapped my heels last night and woke up in Nevada but S I G H...Instead it was just my dear friend Kevin sending me photos of his cross country trip. DANG IT!
Well at least one of us-make it now two-has finally found their way out west. AMEN. Not I said the fly. I am still stuck here in the hellish city where most of my past is nothing more than a mere nightmare. It will happen, trust me the move out west will happen but darn! it can't get here soon enough! Eric even said, "DOUBLE DITTO TO THAT!" My friend and his Son started their adventure Thursday morning and will be making their way across the good USA for the next 11 days. At the tender age of 10 I am sure it will be one amazing adventure that his Son will never forget. Such beautiful photos of the great west and land that is still untouched and not destroyed by human hands. This city is just way too over-populated and what beautiful nature we once had is now being turned into excess, excess, excess and the people aren't any better. In fact when I used to work and traveled Cincinnati was the worst when it came to snooty folks and too much attitude to boot! Heck, even at corporate out in NJ/NY offices the richest of rich didn't have a huge-tude. John would even remark about the difference in folks once he jumped out of state. Sadly its not just me who enjoys more down to earth, friendly folk who are genuine. KUDDOS TO THAT!
I checked on the rabbit burrow last night in hopes of maybe seeing the Mom or more babies that could be saved. Sadly I once again only came upon an empty nest. Its tough and I doubt I will be able to move the nest for at least a week. Instead of Eric cutting the front yard today I just had him cut the back in order to not disturb where the nest is still located. Eric now has a far greater appreciation when it comes to my passion and love for the wildlife both great and small. He feels maybe seeing the one single goose yesterday was a sign of her saying, "Thank You" for not making me continue to suffer. The Angel photo with two bunnies on the small box I buried the babies in was also another sign in which we both believe is from above. I still have faith that we all do meet again in Heaven where I hope to see the two babies and female goose again.
Today was a very close day to finally bid farewell to the rest of my fragile hair but instead I decided to give it a few more weeks. Hair is hair and I have been losing so much due to not being able to absorb nutrients properly through out the years on top of the side affects with treatment that I doubt it will bother me much. When its time "I" will decide and make that final decision not the ole Drano aka Hell-In-A-Jug. We both vowed this evening to never allow anyone who doesn't believe I am sick or doubts my condition to ever be welcome in our home. I have felt this way for quite some time but finally I have decided the time has come to quit providing endless FACTS and instead exclude those who feel the need to put their blinders on. Yes! it does infuriate my specialists and rightfully so however I don't have time to keep providing facts and trying to explain my unique medical condition over and over again to anyone who refuses to listen. I am tired of wasting my time and I don't have time to waste on nonsense when I could be doing something else instead that makes me happy not upset. AMEN.
We are going to once again restart my treatments this weekend but no later than Monday evening. I have one of two specialist appointments still hanging in limbo for next Monday afternoon. Hopefully I won't have to reschedule this one again. My doctors will be continuing me on pain medication and I was also offered physical therapy by the colon surgeon I saw last month. Eric's insurance has to get back to us next week in regards to how much they will cover. The therapy will not cure anything by any means but they are hoping it might help ease some of the pain that my inflamed and angry intestines are causing by pushing on my damaged spine. This will also hopefully help by not having to rely on wearing the abdominal wrap so frequently. Of course I will always need my cane and wheelchair just in case and this past week it came in extremely handy getting around the house when my intestine decided to flip.
The constant changes that come with being sick haven't been easy but this evening when I looked up from the kitchen window someone was staring back at me. Yes, Mr. Groundhog aka Happy and once again he did as he always has when I am feeling sad and down, "He made me smile."
He also munched on a few wildflowers but that's OK because his cuteness is well worth it! Xoxoxoxoxoxo