For those of you who don’t know, I have been in the hospital since Tuesday. As a bit of background, while being in the hospital is not my favorite thing, I am determined to get home today so that Donna (aka Minion Spice), my family, and friends can enjoy whatever time we have together.
In QBG (Queen Bitch Goddess)/BFD world, we laugh a lot, and we pretty much live a life of live and let live…..and that is the way we like it. Our world is surrounded by love and joy and periodic pissment, but that is okay. A little righteous indignation never hurt anyone, especially when injustice or hypocrisy is involved.
Throughout my whole cancer schmantzer odyssey and especially during the past two weeks, I have felt surrounded by love and affection, especially during the Christmas season. My worst nightmare is to leave my family, my friends, my world dreading Christmas and the holidays because of me. The holidays are my favorite time because that is a time when we can all go crazy, trying to show each other how much we love one another. Unfortunately, we often make it more difficult than we need to because we have to get the newest, latest greatest thing, whatever that may be. The curious thing is that is it all so simple. You just have to smile, be a smart ass if that is your thing, and that happens to be my thing, ask people what they are thinking, and then just listen. Not really rocket science, but we often find it hard to be our real selves when we are trying to impress others.
To paraphrase Wordsworth, it is the little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love—which comprise a good person’s life. Sometimes it takes a lot of work to make things look easy.
While my prognosis is not that great, my expiration date is closer than I would like. However, I do not plan to go gently into to that good night.
For I have loved the stars too dearly to be fearful of the night….and I hope that the love and joy and kindness which surrounds me will make the holidays a place filled with joys and happy memories for everyone I love.
For I have loved the stars too dearly to be fearful of the night….and I hope that the love and joy and kindness which surrounds me will make the holidays a place filled with joys and happy memories for everyone I love.
Phyllis, Thank you for being you. For me that means thank you for inspiring to fight for what I know is right. Thank you in your example of holding your loved ones close. I looked forward for our training sessions- always leaving your house with laughter. Thank you for teaching me that their are people who do care for others and see no mountain that cannot be moved.
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With love and gratitude, Diane.
Thinking of you. Your words pour off the page into me and make warmer and stronger from head to toe, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThrough Ravitch's postings I learned about Sherlock. I was giving a test to my class when I read this and almost burst keeping the laughter down. Your perpetually upwards look at life's travail is an inspiration to anyone who will accept it. To those who cannot understand, perhaps they will never rage the dying of the light. Keep raging.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get to be at home for Christmas! Rage, rage!
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