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These are the days I knock myself around for being such a crybaby and whiner. I have been communicating with a long lost friend from California. Well, not communicating exactly, but getting posts and updates about her husband with sever cancer. THe last I saw her she was a young, sweet, golden voiced soprano singing in church. She had a new baby that she wasn't quite sure even how to hold. I trooped along with her to Dr appts with the baby, and was the one to tell her that when the circumcision ring hadn't fallen off by the second week that there was a problem. I would sit with her while she cried because she didn't know how to clean house, but didn't want anyone to come in and take care of it for her. She figured it out for herself and that's what she wanted even though I wanted nothing in the world more than to tell her to go take a nap while I did it for her. No no. Must be ten years that went by after I moved from there when I got an email from her. I didn't know she even had my address. It was more of a group info letter informing us that her wonderful husbad had cancer spreading from his thyroid, to his hip and several places in between. Too young. Here she is now, managing the house, TWO kids now, hospitals, doctors, and a husband so radioactive he is in isolation in his own home for the danger of the radiation levels he gives off. She's doing it all and then some. And I'm sitting here whining cause I owe the IRS money and and can't afford Christmas gifts this year. She just feels priviledged that she will have her husband in the back room of her house for one more Christmas. Where are my priorities??? |
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12/8/2007 6:34 am |
Prioritie 1: you have been there for her, given her strength and encouragement. Prioritie 2:You have been there for YOU Prioritie 3: She is now strong enough to cope Prioritite 4: you are strong enough to let go, but still be there when she needs you. Melt. Flow. Evaporate into the bright sky 
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