pulling up our big girl bootstraps...
This is my new motto and I stare at it every day while I am going through all 38 stages of grieving...
("what? theres no 38 stages? but right now im on number 27 -"eating all chocolate within a 40 mile radius"?!!?)
Thank you to all of you who have posted and emailed me your positive encouragement, stories, and prayers.
You are a living testimony to the love that exists in the world, and since you know I live in a very remote area
- even more remote then the word "rural" -
you have all become my saddle up partners in the cyber world.
ill try to find suitable horses for you all.
You dont know how much I really really really appreciate you not abandoning me when things got really really really sad..
XOXOX Thank you XOXOX
I need to laugh now before my eyes get something in them again.
(maybe im skipping grieving stages 28 through 32?!)
Hey Leontien, from Four Leaf Clover Tales,
do you think this is appropriate healing attire after surgery on October 13th?
I was thinking I would buy a pair of skull thong panties to copy your idea, but I didnt want to scar the young surgeon wonder
when he makes his rounds to check incisions - theres just some things a 48 year old woman shouldnt wear....
even if she can pull the cancer guilt card on them...
speaking of which ~
Guess who has their own personal photography bag carrying Forester now?
I think Im starting to see some benefits coming from this ride....
since I woke up this morning and Mr. Foresterman says i have a pretty darn good chance of doing that again tomorrow morning and the next,
be prepared for me to come visit your blogs soon and be up to my old trick or treats...
consider yourselves warned...