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August 4th, 2014

One more time

Paid a visit to my oncologist this morning.  She's a good doctor.  She keeps pushing me for tests for various other kinds of horrible things but for now, I have had enough for the year.  I've  had several mammograms, some CAT scans, cyst aspirations, a visit to the infectious disease doctor.  Worry and worry, all for, thank you GOD, nothing.  But it is tiring and being afraid is no fun.
I didn't get another CATscan or the nodules on my right lung yet. I have a prescription for it, though.  I might do that...might do it in September.
But I don't want to.

You can only take so much poking and prodding and testing without feeling abused, especially when the results are negative.
I understand why the oncologist does what she does.  Her vigilance has kept me alive.  I appreciate that.
But I need a break and I'm taking it.

July 15th, 2014

I was told

Okay, I'm behind the times.  NOBODY USES LIVEJOURNAL ANY MORE
Nobody uses MySpace,either.
I am an antique.

So I just can't keep up with technology.  I come from a time when technology took decades to advance.  Television was young when I was young.  Telephones were on a stand in the hallway of your house. You had to close the fridge door so you wouldn't let all the cold air out. There was a wringer on your washing machine.  Your car was made of steel and gas cost 25 cents per gallon or less...in the early years of my life.

Our street had vacant lots and woods on it.
We used to go to the nearby airport to watch the planes take off and land.  Now it is a shopping mall.

Men went to the moon with computers...we have more computing ability now in calculators.  We can call anywhere on the planet from phones smaller than a wallet.

Luckily VCRs are out because I never learned to program one.  Ever.

Our huge flatscreen TV has every channel and there is still nothing to watch on Sunday night.

July 8th, 2014

Long time, no write

Last night that guy on Travel Channel, Andrew Zimmern was in Miami, eating $299 Alaskan King Crab at a very fancy restaurant and later he had some steak that cost $30/ounce.
The venue was full of beautiful women and a couple of scraggly guys...those old enough to afford those prices.
There were many shots of long tanned legs strutting about the neon lit Miami streets...all five inches taller because of the stiletto heels.

Well, I guess that lets out SoBe for me.

No stiletto heels in my closet.

June 25th, 2014

Not that day

Well, I got back the results of the mammogram/aspiration thing I think.  A piece of paper that said results were within the normal range.
Now, my husband is not satisfied with this.
I do not know what he expects...maybe something about the aspiration fluid...that would be nice.
But nope, that wasn't mentioned.


June 3rd, 2014

That day

You know how you go through life, willy nilly, things happening and not happening, good and bad?  Those pleasant days seem to ramble on aimlessly and you don't even think how much you enjoy nothing happening until a day like today comes along?

Well, today may be one of those pivotal days...the kind where everything is going along nicely then BLAM! Something happens that changes everything.

I am going to the breast cancer specialist because a CAT scan and ultrasound found two tiny abnormalities in my right breast. Supposedly they are cysts that need to be aspirated.  This doctor is the one to do it.  Or, this doctor may be responsible for turning my life in another direction.

This I do not need.

May 26th, 2014

Long time, no see

I've been busy.  Doing stuff.
Nothing great has happened, but today is Memorial Day and I wanted to write something.

Dead soldiers are more than longneck beer bottles.

April 27th, 2014

Why oh why?

Last night I had this weird thought:  Can you (anybody) name a piece of furniture that begins with the letter "g"?
And, no, a garbage can is not a piece of furniture.

I was thinking of posting this on FB.

There MUST be something.

And a garderobe is not furniture.

April 13th, 2014

Dear Nora

I wrote yesterday and today, pivotal scenes that smooth over the black moment.
All in all, I am rather proud of myself.

And  owe it all to Nora Roberts.

April 11th, 2014

From Nora's lips to My Ears

Last night I was up watching TV, waiting for sleep to overtake me.  This happens frequently, all too frequently, so I'm used to watching awful movies, sometimes porn (not often and only for a minute or so), Alien stuff, historical stuff, bits and pieces of shows, sometimes even Letterman.  I like Craig Ferguson, too, but that's usually about when I get tired.

But last night as I am flipping through channels, there is a familiar face so I stop surfing and watch as none other than Nora Roberts, the most prolific romance writer outside of Dame Barbara Cartland, is being interviewed.  This is mid-interview, mind you, but she looks out of my TV screen and says to me, only me, "Don't think about writing.  Don't talk about writing. The only way to be a writer is to sit down and write."

She was talking to me, I swear. She read my soul, identified my problem and told me how to fix it.

Thank you, Nora.

March 17th, 2014

As I have stated many times in several forums, I had more or less given up writing...or given up caring about writing, except what other people sent me to edit.

Went to the LSFW conference this weekend and decided I want to write my own stuff again. I could write some rather unpleasant things here, observations I made, but I won't.  Let's just say that I have come away inspired to write my own stuff again because it is worth getting it published.

Yeah, I think I'm back.
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