Just checkin in. Reading everyone's posts. A valuable reminder, we are still here, and some, like Daisy Chain still doing the active battles.
That "place" we sometimes see but can't find on a map, can visit, but never want to stay. We can't take anyone with us, without road signs, posted limits, or directions.
Knowing that I am here, and find myself not visiting that place so often, and knowing every single day and every single person and smile is most important.
My Minds Book of Good Memories helps to keep me on the right road, and my plans for the future point to a map on my wall. Sierra Club world map is posted on my kitchen wall, with post it notes of today and tomorrow things to do, places to go. Next week Cleveland, November Galapagos.
Around me are happy pictures, we celebrated my first real tattoo at Benihana's (after my pelvic radiation dot tattoo's, I got Kanji Master script, on my arm, and in my signature below), Our 2nd year anniversary, which was almost two years to the day, after my re-diagnosis, and our Honeymoon Photo in May, also at Benihana's. That is our Friday night dinner place, we celebrate something on those nights, it is my way of marking the road behind, and knowing, that ahead there are Friday nights I will be celebrating my life. In the last two years we have celebrated life, Pictures of two beautiful couples that were married, and in whose wedding we were proud to be part of.
Roses and plumeria blooming all around the house, all year long, to remind me of the natural beauty and smells of this wonderful planet.
All this helps keep me in the place I want to be. Looking out the window, I see the need to refill the hummingbird feeder, so my cat can chatter through the glass, and the little birds can twitter about happy to have a drink in shade, in this horrible hundred degree heat.
I have places to go and things to do. I even forgot about, missed the 6 month follow-up oncologists appointment, now post-poned till mid Oct. and I didn't panic. Maybe because I was dealing with a broken foot, a trip to see the Steelers and my sister I hadn't seen in 25+ years. Taking the wife to meet my estranged family. What a hoot that was, and they welcomed her with open arms.
Since that "place" took me by such surprise, that May of 2004, I am happy to visit BFP and know we are still here, can keep coming back, and understand , those moments, those nights and days, and the life of those interrupted.

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Love ,
Tommi