tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post3232805792084581353..comments2024-01-18T22:17:36.304+01:00Comments on three years in denmark: waiting rooms in real lifegreg|reganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12921243406753752300noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-35929461751547728582015-02-28T22:14:59.758+01:002015-02-28T22:14:59.758+01:00Thank you for sharing that poem, Sara. I didn'...Thank you for sharing that poem, Sara. I didn't know it. The beast sometimes gets the better of me I think. greg|reganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12921243406753752300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-10148930191594509612015-02-27T19:09:00.507+01:002015-02-27T19:09:00.507+01:00My first response was "F-cancer". None ...My first response was "F-cancer". None of this flies by without a heart flutter. I went recently for a mammogram, 5 years out from diagnosis. I knew I was anxious when I wanted to snap at the technician giving me instructions, "I f-ing know all this..." I didn't snap, just wanted to get it over. I feel very fortunate to be hanging out with Ned (no evidence of disease). Feel like celebrating 5 years with Ned and at the same time superstition says maybe celebrating is inviting trouble. Yes, I know superstition. I also know Jane Kenyon's wonderful poem, "Otherwise".<br /><br />A good friend just got a breast cancer diagnosis, is wading through the fear, opinions, "maybe do this, maybe do that".<br /><br />You've done so well keeping the beast in it's place, staying focused on your two beautiful, busy distractors. Hooray for boys and bananas and puppies.<br /><br />SaraSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07553541073987725856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-11558632118212660762015-02-26T22:04:52.590+01:002015-02-26T22:04:52.590+01:00It does have the feel of going to the principal...It does have the feel of going to the principal's office as you rack your brains trying to figure out what you did that called for the summons.<br />Well, good luck. May it be a pleasant back and forth about the weather.<br /><br />I wish I could learn to leave in plenty of time not to rush. I am always rushing. Even after retirement where you would think I would have all this free time...ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01222848486174278888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-21026948863147530412015-02-26T12:34:53.698+01:002015-02-26T12:34:53.698+01:00Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait unti...Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait until he gets to meet you! Lucky him :) P.S. I want to see a picture of the dog!Kendeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946524733104784785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-80257268905714375122015-02-26T12:34:43.024+01:002015-02-26T12:34:43.024+01:00Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait unti...Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait until he gets to meet you! Lucky him :) P.S. I want to see a picture of the dog!Kendeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946524733104784785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-8214969700806298892015-02-26T12:33:35.957+01:002015-02-26T12:33:35.957+01:00Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait unti...Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait until he gets to meet you! Lucky him :)Kendeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946524733104784785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390960884009884247.post-73907207645578551402015-02-26T12:33:17.117+01:002015-02-26T12:33:17.117+01:00Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait unti...Love you, my brave one! Hugs to you too. Wait until he gets to meet you! Lucky him :)Kendeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02946524733104784785noreply@blogger.com