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Here Comes the Sun
Here Comes the Sun
And I say, It’s all right!

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I need to make an announcement:

No one is going to GET DEAD.

I am the same strong, stubborn, pigheaded, opinionated  . . . you get the picture, person that I was last week.  Just because this Monster won some ground, that doesn’t mean he has won the war.

Stop Crying For Me.  (Although, I love you for doing so.)

I have news for the Monster:  I HAVE YOU, YOU DON’T HAVE ME!

And that will make all the difference.

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Ok, back to the sun!  It came out this morning to dry up all the rain and the itsy-bitsy spider . . . Well, It’s another good day.

I didn’t write yesterday, because there wasn’t much to tell.  It was a normal day.  I worked on the back curtains. . . It rained. . . Oh, and I got yelled at by my neighbor.

Really!  Who has the nerve to yell at me! “Don’t you know I have cancer in my butt?”  Lol (The new spots she wouldn’t have to know about. . . )

I was talking on my phone on my very own porch . . . Talking to Leenie . . . It was 2:15 in the afternoon. . . And the window on the truck camper beside me - the window on the cab-over bunk section, was thrown open and I was yelled at.

“COULD YOU GO TALK SOMEWHERE ELSE? I AM TRYING TO REST!”

It was so uncharacteristically not “this park” that I just stared at her face plastered against the screen for a second and then threw up my hands and walked away.

I could have said something rude. (I thought of a whole bunch of things I could have said later.) I could have stood there on my own porch and continued to talk.  But I was thinking . . . Since they got here they day before, I hadn’t seen that woman out of her camper.  And except for the scary face pushed up against the screen, I haven’t a clue what she looks like.  I figure, this trip wasn’t her idea.  And it was rainy for the last few days.  I have a feeling she came along in this truck camper on this fishing trip not of her own will.  I started to think that there was something worse than having a grumpy woman sleeping in the middle of the day next door . . . And that would be having a grumpy, sleepy wife sharing ten feet of space. . . On a fishing trip. . . In the rain.

So out of concern for HIS safety, I have tried to keep it down.  Not that much, but I give it a thought once and a while.   If she does say something again about “noise”  I am going to give her the brochure for the last park we lived in.  There is no noise there.  And no fishy smell.  And no river.  Just a dangerous creek.  She will be much more at home over there.

“Hey Lady, Your in a FISH CAMP!  We don’t sleep at 2:15 in the afternoon around here!”

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Tomorrow, we are taking the motorhome up to Portland.  Throughout the weekend, my family members will be showing up.  Sunday afternoon, Denny and Leenie will be hosting a cookout for the extended team.  Monday . . . Monday will be here in the blink of an eye.

Edge of Close

I am starting to get nervous.  It’s real.  This is really happening.  This is really happening to me.  I don’t know why the surgery is my dawning moment when I spent five weeks getting radiated, but it is.

“Come Monday, It’ll be alright.”

I received my schedule today.  I need to check in at 6:45am Monday morning.  The surgery will start between 9:00 and 9:30.  (That’s Pacific Standard Time for those who would be so kind as to be praying for me around that time. Hint, hint. . .)

It’s happening

I told Dan that I have to be awake by 1:00p.  I have to watch One Life to Live.  I have to find out who gets the McBain/Manning baby!  He doesn’t think I will be awake by 1:00.   So I told him that I at least have to be awake by 2:00 so I can watch General Hospital.  I think Carly is going to be in real trouble on Monday.  I have to watch it.   Dan doesn’t think I will make that one either.   Ok, but I absolutely have to be awake by 3:00!  All My Children (yes, it’s on last out here in Oregon) is changing the actress that plays Babe. They are going to change the actresses in the middle of the show!  When Babe hugs her mother she will be the old Babe, and when she lets go of the hug, she will be the new Babe!  I absolutely have to watch that.   Dan doesn’t have a very good feeling about me watching that show either.  He may be right.  The last time I went in for what was supposed to be in and out surgery and I woke up six hours later.  You remember, the splinter that turned into a Sarcoma. . .

“Ok, at least make me a promise.  At 1:00, I want the TV in my room set to ABC.  And you keep whispering in my ear that my soaps are on, OK?  If I open my eyes, I want to see you and Susan Lucci, OK?”

He said he would.  I know that Anita will make sure it’s on.  She watches the same shows.  Lol   I have a feeling that she will have to tell me all about it.  Dan might be right.

You know what else is making me nervous?  My family is planning stuff down there in Florida.  I don’t know just what it is.   Lol   It’s like knowing that you’re getting a surprise party, but not knowing what kind of party it will be.  I am loosing control of my life!  Lol   My mom told me today not to bring my bottle collection back with me.  I haven’t had a bottle collection since I left home for college and she threw them all away.  I think she might have forgotten that that was twenty-three years ago.  “Mom, I don’t have a bottle collection anymore.”  “Ok, but you did.”   I am 18 again.   Lol

No, really.  My family is taking care of everything so that we don’t have to worry about any of the details.  We just have to get there.  It’s a peace-of-mind building thing. It’s a love thing.  I love them all so so much.  And that’s the thing.

Tomorrow night I will let you know how the trip up to Portland went and all about our parking lot spot at OHSU.  And don’t forget:  I am going to be fine.  It’s ok to breathe.

Love to You and Yours,
teresa