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It’s a busy day today.  The park is full of anxious fisherman and late summer vacationers.  There is even campers set up in the overflow parking field.  Don’t they know that is my office space?  My old beat up picnic table- turned office desk is in use by the overflow occupants.  Still the best cell coverage acreage, I sat under a tree to called my siblings.  I needed to talk to the boys.  No matter they are in their late 40’s, my brothers are still “the boys.”

I had a nice long conversation with my Joe.  He was encouraging.  “You can do this sis.  This too, will pass,”   He always calls me “sis.”  I like that.   Joe is almost seven years older than me.  He is the one that taught Dan how to lay tile.  He was a drummer in his former life.  When I picture Joe as a teenager, I see curly bottle-blonde hair (It was the 70’s you know) and a pair of drum sticks in his hands.  The neighbors were not so happy to have him next door.  But I followed him around as much as he let me.

I left a message for Mike.  “HEY MIKE, CALL ME BACK!”  lol   What a sweetheart Mike is.  I call him Mickey.  No one else in the family ever calls him that, but when I say, “I talked to Mickey” they know who I am talking about.  Mick called me about four or five times as I was driving back from Portland on Thursday night.  “Are you sure your Ok to drive?”  “Yes, Mike, I’m fine.”  Ten minutes later, “Still fine, babe.” Lol  He had just found my blog.  He would read a page and call me, read a page and call me.

This is hard for my brothers to comprehend.  Brothers protect their sisters, especially their little sisters.  It really doesn’t matter that I am 41 years old.  They don’t remember that.  To them I am still 12 and someone is picking on me.

After a rest (it‘s becoming a workout to walk to the back of the park to make a call), I called Pam.  It was nice to talk about things other than my cancer.  eBay and antiques.  Life in general.  Everyday sister stuff.  She had a big birthday this week.  I won’t say how (really, really) old she is, hahah, but she is 9 years older than me!  Hehehe   She told me that God sent her a Birthday Card in the form of a found paper crown.  “Happy 50th Birthday!”  (I didn’t tell them how old you are Pam, just what the hat said!) Pam was a ball player as a young’un and into her “old’un” years too.  “Pammy Wammy!” the newspapers dubbed her.  Now she is “Grammy Pammy” and loving it.

I haven’t talked to Anita in a week.  She and her hubby are in Canada at the moment.  It’s driving me crazy!  “Nita, cross over the border already!”   They will be starting back on Monday. I have a lot to tell her when she hit’s the south side of Niagara.

Jean, oh Jean.  I wish my little sister Jeannie were reachable by phone.  I would pay any roaming charge there was to have a two way conversation with her.

Family, I am glad that I have a big one.  At the treatment center, I was asked about my support system.  I was told that a large, supportive network helps the healing process.  I am fortunate that I have that.  My Husband and children. My Siblings and Sibling-in-laws. My parents and Dan’s parents.  Friends, new and old. And now my support system is ever widening through this blog.  People are more important to each other than ever before.  Through the internet, the world is looking smaller and smaller. Tighter and tighter.  There really is less differences between societies than we ever thought.  In the long run, we are all one big family. For better or worse.  For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health.  The inhabitants of this world need each other.  ‘Till death do us part.

And beyond that as well.

Thanks for reading this.  Welcome to the web of my life.