There was this whole story I was concocting in my head about how to lead you to the updated news. Perhaps if I had cried less in the last month I could muster the enthusiasm and passion I normally feel, but since I’ve had to put my big girl panties on then I’m going to … Continue reading The Gift of Time
Health
No Matter What
When I wrote Anything is Possible it was with two goals in mind. One was to infuriate my husband into action. Score: 0.5. I erroneously made the assumption people would pick up the phone or email him and ask Why did she write that? What’s going on? Or better, Why is your head up … Continue reading No Matter What
Anything is Possible
I’m at home this morning while Hook waits at the hospital for the case manager to stop by and give the okay for a Tuesday release. Over the weekend, the doctors were able to contain the blood clot by putting in a filter of sorts to prevent the clot from rising further up the body. … Continue reading Anything is Possible
Timing is Everything
“I haven’t posted a blog in weeks,” I said as he sat down at the kitchen table. “I know.” “I don’t know what to say.” My words lingered in the air waiting for his reply. With a hint of resignation in his voice and as he pushed himself up from the table to stand, he … Continue reading Timing is Everything
Hook the Comedian
It’s a Saturday and I’m laughing to myself because I only have the cat, Gatita, as company. Hook drove to Port Aransas yesterday morning for a long weekend of fishing and to enjoy a time of de-stress before he begins a new round of chemo treatments in another week. I worried that he shouldn’t be … Continue reading Hook the Comedian
A Note From Hook AGAIN
The Good Professor Speaks: Well it looks like I’ll begin the final leg of my cancer treatment – back to a six week regime of chemo infusions. That entails chemo once a week for two weeks then a week off (party week!). This treatment is normal after surgery to make sure if any cancer cells … Continue reading A Note From Hook AGAIN
His and Her Dreams
I’m a dreamer not in the John Lennon sort of way but in The Cranberries’ Dreams sort of way. My dreams are never quite as they seem. Sometimes in my dreams, I watch what I believe is my own life except the main female character doesn’t look like me and the main male character doesn’t … Continue reading His and Her Dreams
Writings By Rosemary 