Sunday, April 21, 2013
Some days there is no other way to say it. #### landed in your path. I mean a cow patty is a cow patty even if you paint it pink. My mother taught me not to say bad words so I have to use #### or substitute a gentler version like cow patty or crap. Which reminds me,there is a fish called a crappie. It's part of the sunfish family and it's delicious. FISH FRY!!! Fire up the deep fryer. Who's bringing Cole slaw, potato salad, chips, dessert, drinks? Another opportunity for a great family tradition. (Since we're on Sparks maybe we need a nutritionist to give this comfort meal a tweak or two or three.)
It seems to me that #### is still ####. But it can be redeemed, or turned into something else, something more important than the bad stuff. In my late 40's I developed a cancer. That's worth a least several 4-letter words. I am so much more than a "survivor". I learned the importance of brave friends, friends who were willing to love you and not be afraid. I had been estranged from my sister who had been my closest friend growing up, and she came and took care of me and my husband for a week, and our relationship was restored. And my husband devoted himself to the details; appointments to be kept, tests, medication, on and on for years. And I was free to be emotionally strong and repair relationships. That was an amazing gift. Now when I hear someone has cancer I don't panic for them. I assume that somehow this will eventually be redeemed for them, made better.
So #### is still #### until it becomes something better.