NL #29: Blast. Shoot. Darn. Darnit. Dang. Dangit. Snaps. Dadgum. Arrrggg. Oh, Man, Dagnabbit. Hooey. There are so many ways to say Fiddlesticks. I don't have to use the F word.
Yesterday was the first time I forgot to write in my blog. I worked a long day (7-3:30...that's long for me these days) and then, after we'd had dinner and dessert, our friend Rose and her daughter Nora brought over some Coconut Cream pie. I think the sugar knocked me out. After I'd gotten in to bed, I remembered that I hadn't written my blog, but only the threat of natural disasters (like fire, earthquake, the desperate need to go to the bathroom), have the power to resurrect me once in bed.
So please forgive my lapse. Another f word. Mary
"For me a brain tumor and its treatments are not a pause in the adventure of life, but instead a part of the adventure of life." Mary has survived big hair, a brain tumor, coming out, distressed bowel syndrome, hallucinations, radiation, and a car wreck. Here Mary takes us from public transportation horrors to the joys of sharing life with you. Though you probably won't want to have a brain tumor; you will wish that you could see the world through Mary's eyes. Sister Jen
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