I have the space to make the best of the day I was given, not the one I ordered.
Update on my status......
My family will be here by 3:30 today!
Packing is completed except for some odds and ends that don't seem to fit anywhere! Moving van arrives today to begin loading!
My sodium was 132 yesterday, up 10 points!!!!(unheard of!) I get to go back to 8 glasses of water but still have to hold my sodium at 3000-4000 mg!
My platelets are so low that I have to have a transfusion today if they are the same as yesterday and then have to have CBC checked daily all the way to NC on Tuesday.
All other test are well within range of normal! So next step is to get through today and then wait for next CT scan to see what happened following new chemo regime!
When I feel anxiety creeping up I remind myself that we all have emotions that are difficult for us. That I will feel calm and happy again—probably pretty soon.
“The problem is not that there are problems. The problem is expecting otherwise and thinking that having problems is a problem.” Theodore I. Rubin
“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.” Buddha
“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.” Dalai Lama
The following poem just touched my heart and soul this morning! I know of no reason why....it is just one of those things that is opened in an email and speaks to you. When this happens to me I somehow know that it is made and meant for sharing! It is not meant to be a a poem that takes you down but affords you the opportunity to see the wisdom and love in a Mother's heart!
Ruby Latimer Edwards
A gray old woman sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door.
Dreaming of days past long ago,
When children played about her knee
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care.
Knowing the blessing of a Mother's prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here
Silently wiping a tricking tear,
For striving for things in a life so brief
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother's grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She'll forgive and forget all unkindness they've shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.
And just because it is me and I have to be away for a few days.....and you have read this far...
Love is a four legged word