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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise  A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge. This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby. Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog. I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh. For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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| When my son was a baby, I got a cloth scroll with the poem below on it. Every day, when I woke him, I recited the poem. As someone who writes myself - poems, stories, opinion pieces, guest articles for the newspaper - I don't like to share poems and stories if I cannot give the author credit. Because of that, I have periodically tried to discover the author/poet. Today, GROK on Twitter/X told me that the author's name was James Cash Penney. What ?!?!? J C Penney wrote the poem that I recited to my son when he was little...and sometimes I still wake him that way. Here's the poem: Begin the day with friendliness Keep friendly all daylong Keep in your soul a friendly thought In your heart a friendly Song. Have in your mind a word of cheer For all who come your way, And they will greet you too, in turn And wish you a happy day. By James Cash Penney How cool is that? |
I have always hated cold and snow. One of my earliest memories is of being a 3 year old stuffed in a red snow suit and hating every minute of it. I hated throwing snowballs. I hated making snowmen. I hated making snow angels. And once I was in elementary school, I hated having to wear red boots, leggings under my dress, a heavy coat, gloves and a scarf as I walked the mile to the bus stop with my friends. I also hated having to wait 30 minutes past when the school bus was due before we could go back home. If the bus did come, I hated how hot we all got inside the bus with all of our layers on. I rarely have driven in the snow, even though I have lived in PA, MI, MO and OH. And now I'm old. Having that latest snowstorm hit wasn't pleasant. We have 3 adults in our house unable to shovel snow. Hubby has to use a cane. Son is scheduled for hip surgery in February. And I would have to use oxygen while trying to ignore my fibromyalgia and arthritis pains. We did have some wonderful neighbors who shoveled for us. Our next door neighbor arrived without anyone asking, to clear our sidewalks and porch. He knows that we rely on delivery services. Another neighbor cleared off my car. (That made me feel bad, because she has been fighting pancreatic cancer for 3 years.) Another neighbor shoveled around both of our cars so we could get out. And then it snowed again and undid everything that they had done. My son braved the snow, struggling not to fall on his bad hip. And I was able to get to the three pharmacies that we use. Yes, since we all have different insurance, we all have to use different pharmacies. After warming up my car, I was off on those errands. But, uh oh. I have an electrical problem that my car refuses to show to my mechanic. As I drove down the street, my dome light blinked on and off. The doors unlocked and locked again. The heat shut off then on again. And the turn signals stopped working, then worked again. Since none of us have any doctor appointments between now and somewhere about the 29th, I will definitely be calling the mechanic to report my electrical problems again. The meds that I take that are helping to shrink my breast cancer tumor makes my body think that I'm going through menopause again. I have horrible night sweats, which then make me cold because the room is either 68 degrees or 73. With 73, I'm too hot. With 68, I'm freezing. But...in spite of everything, we are praising God for our wonderful neighbors and that we are all waking up each day still ready to face whatever is before us because we know that God is with us. My tumor continues to shrink, although more slowly now. Thank you all for your prayers. |
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