People are coming out of the woodwork to take care of me and my amazing, primary caretaker/husband SW. I can’t believe it! The fridge is full of quality food, transportation schedules are drafted, and vases are full of beautiful blooms. When I sit down calmly and look at what is going on, I can’t help but shed tears of joy.
With complete confidence, I can state that I am able to tolerate this horrible situation because of the friends and family I have around me. I am baffled. Is it me? Is it them? Is it the full moon arriving tonight? I have no clue.
I will never be caught saying, “Cancer is a blessing.” Unless, I suppose, if I’ve had way too many beers and I’m also sporting a big, fat, middle finger in the air. However, cancer has exposed me to enormous amounts of human kindness, for that, I am fortunate
Your fingers are neither big nor fat, so I’m envisioning a giant foam finger, like at sporting events, but rather than it being a raised index finger, it’s a raised middle finger. HILARIOUS!!! Way to put a bird on cancer, Wonder Woman. xoxoxoxo
OH man! Am I being “Portlandia”? I really should watch it to educate myself on the subject.
Glad your being taken care of Kimmy. Too funny, I just watched 2 episodes of Portlandia, tell me its not like that in Portland!
LOVE is meaningful and to be enbraced thing. You, Kimmy, are LOVED !
and I love you attitude.
Yay for being loved!
Back atcha MN! 🙂