Blue pee and a blessing of tears.
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yes_justiceWell the surgery finished sucessfully. Breast surgery sucks. 6.5 Earthquakes and power outages, notwithstanding. Life is an exercising in embracing compassion. I think that some healing is in order. Poor thing was in quite a knife fight. Her lips were blue and face was white for hours after the surgery. I was beside myself.
I went to sleep at 8pm (early for me) and woke up around 5am. Beside myself. But then moans and groans and sounds of life and sometimes god smiles. Good. Life. Good.
She had an alergic reaction to the dye they wanted to use on her lymph nodes and so they had to get samples from her lymph nodes instead...the traditional way, by slicing into her armpits! Egad. I'll stop there, but suffice it to say that the armpit is way up there on the list of parts where its good to not get cut in....She is resting now and I am the happy nurse - I need a little nurses hat - and will plan to do what I can do. I don't have the temperment of a nurse, but we do what we do. I am more impressed with the work. Radiation treatment looms. I have to be strong, no worrying about petty stuff and no bitching about the condition my condition is in...this isn't about me...
A stiff earthquake occured during the surgery. I was seriously stressed when the building started swaying, but it stopped - so rock and rock&roll, I suppose.
After the quake, I took a walk up around a Jewish cemetary and watched the birds and let water flow from my eyes in buckets. Nothing but stress releif, and sometimes tears are a blessing.
Lotsa work and focusing. She just moved around a bit and took a pill.I better go get some breakfast food now and pick up my mail. Then my friends and eventually becoming again aquianted with my own desires.
The blackout in the city accompanied the festival of lights candlight vigil, how cool is that?
The world is our hearts mirror.
I went to sleep at 8pm (early for me) and woke up around 5am. Beside myself. But then moans and groans and sounds of life and sometimes god smiles. Good. Life. Good.
She had an alergic reaction to the dye they wanted to use on her lymph nodes and so they had to get samples from her lymph nodes instead...the traditional way, by slicing into her armpits! Egad. I'll stop there, but suffice it to say that the armpit is way up there on the list of parts where its good to not get cut in....She is resting now and I am the happy nurse - I need a little nurses hat - and will plan to do what I can do. I don't have the temperment of a nurse, but we do what we do. I am more impressed with the work. Radiation treatment looms. I have to be strong, no worrying about petty stuff and no bitching about the condition my condition is in...this isn't about me...
A stiff earthquake occured during the surgery. I was seriously stressed when the building started swaying, but it stopped - so rock and rock&roll, I suppose.
After the quake, I took a walk up around a Jewish cemetary and watched the birds and let water flow from my eyes in buckets. Nothing but stress releif, and sometimes tears are a blessing.
Lotsa work and focusing. She just moved around a bit and took a pill.I better go get some breakfast food now and pick up my mail. Then my friends and eventually becoming again aquianted with my own desires.
The blackout in the city accompanied the festival of lights candlight vigil, how cool is that?
The world is our hearts mirror.
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Date: 2003-12-23 09:53 am (UTC)Have a great Christmas.
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Date: 2003-12-23 12:58 pm (UTC)Wishing that some moment of this season bring you the fruit of tender and honest appreciation.
blessings