I suppose...
I suppose it has to take a life-changing event to make me get online and post again, hmm? I'm bummed today b/c I found out last night that a friend has been recently diagnosed w/ breast cancer. She's already set to do a mastectomy this week and soon will be going through chemo. WHAT?!?!
Seven years ago, when my best friend Jess was diagnosed with cancer, I remember calling my mother at 1 in the morning bawling b/c I didn't know what to do. Cancer makes you feel powerless. My mom could only help so much and all I can say is that I tried very hard to listen and be there for Jess. In the end, however, Jess proved that you can beat cancer, with perseverance and a positive outlook, and with a lot of finger-crossing. I am hopeful for the same for my other friend with her recent diagnosis. The good news is it was caught early; surgery will take it out. Chemo will double-kick, cross-jab and judo the rest of it out of her system. I send good karma, yoga power, and a fast healing to
funambulator. All my extremities are crossed and will be throughout this period of surgery, chemo, and waiting.
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To completely change the subject and inject some happiness in this kind of downing entry, I have to tell everyone that I have actually ended up keeping Pedro my second cat. When I last posted I was at my wit's ends and thought I was a terrible parent who couldn't figure out what was upsetting Pedro. I had a talk w/ a good friend,
duganova, who suggested that I actually let Pedro into the condo w/ all my other creatures, b/c perhaps he was just lonely and his peeing on everything was his retaliation for being kept on the porch. Sure enough, I found a much happier Pedro waiting for me at home and who was trying to instigate playful fights w/ Nadia. For those of you who think I may have invited a permanent stink on my condo, not to worry. I first put cut up trash bags on my couch and on my bed and covered them with sheets. I waited for a week or so to see how Pedro adapted... And it's been unbelievable. A total 180. No peeing. No more ruined furniture. And it's been funny as hell at night when I get ready for bed b/c Pedro tries to get Nadia to play with him and they run back and forth from bedroom to living room, absolutely loving each other. My dog, in the meantime, seems completely bewildered by these little beings and she seems almost uber-happy to see me when I get home (like, "save me from these wild things, please!").
I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have my pets -- they make me laugh so much. However, my next pet will be human. LOL. No more dogs and cats... At least, not until I get a bigger place *wink*.
Seven years ago, when my best friend Jess was diagnosed with cancer, I remember calling my mother at 1 in the morning bawling b/c I didn't know what to do. Cancer makes you feel powerless. My mom could only help so much and all I can say is that I tried very hard to listen and be there for Jess. In the end, however, Jess proved that you can beat cancer, with perseverance and a positive outlook, and with a lot of finger-crossing. I am hopeful for the same for my other friend with her recent diagnosis. The good news is it was caught early; surgery will take it out. Chemo will double-kick, cross-jab and judo the rest of it out of her system. I send good karma, yoga power, and a fast healing to
funambulator. All my extremities are crossed and will be throughout this period of surgery, chemo, and waiting.
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To completely change the subject and inject some happiness in this kind of downing entry, I have to tell everyone that I have actually ended up keeping Pedro my second cat. When I last posted I was at my wit's ends and thought I was a terrible parent who couldn't figure out what was upsetting Pedro. I had a talk w/ a good friend,
duganova, who suggested that I actually let Pedro into the condo w/ all my other creatures, b/c perhaps he was just lonely and his peeing on everything was his retaliation for being kept on the porch. Sure enough, I found a much happier Pedro waiting for me at home and who was trying to instigate playful fights w/ Nadia. For those of you who think I may have invited a permanent stink on my condo, not to worry. I first put cut up trash bags on my couch and on my bed and covered them with sheets. I waited for a week or so to see how Pedro adapted... And it's been unbelievable. A total 180. No peeing. No more ruined furniture. And it's been funny as hell at night when I get ready for bed b/c Pedro tries to get Nadia to play with him and they run back and forth from bedroom to living room, absolutely loving each other. My dog, in the meantime, seems completely bewildered by these little beings and she seems almost uber-happy to see me when I get home (like, "save me from these wild things, please!").
I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have my pets -- they make me laugh so much. However, my next pet will be human. LOL. No more dogs and cats... At least, not until I get a bigger place *wink*.