It’s my birthday

Today I turn 42. I feel older. Hell, I even look older. But today, these things don’t matter. Instead of cake and ice cream. presents and parties, I’m sitting in Yantis Texas watching my mother die. Happy Birthday to me. She took a turn for the worse today, just when I thought she might get a little better. We bought a pile of baby food and have been feeding her through a syringe. I...
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The Bondage of Rejection

So many people in my family suffer from the bondage of rejection. My mother is ate up with it. She transfered this feeling of failure and disapproval to us kids every day. We all suffer from this debilitating affliction. My hope, and prayer, is that we can truly get released from it. Us kids by forgiving her. She, by forgiving her parents. Rejection Although they don’t face bars and chains,...
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PC…

…and I ain’t talking political crap. It’s cancer. No more speculating, no more wondering, no more what if’s. It makes me mad. Fighting mad. My momma taught me to never give up and that gal ain’t got no quit in her. She can beat this thing. Lord willing. ——– So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen...
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Pancreatic Cancer

What the hell is that, and how does it happen? Mom calls out of the blue to say she might have pancreatic cancer. She’s freaking, Lisa’s hysterical, I’m in denial. Sounds about right for the three women of this family. I pray it’s nothing but some serious heartburn or something. Until today, I didn’t even know where the pancreas was. I sure didn’t know anything...
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Back from the Vet

Thank God for country vet prices. Even though we walked out of there with nearly $300 in charges we got a lot of work done. ECG/EKG Blood pressure Blood chem Urine sample Thyroid test Heartworm test Tick fever test Medicine to knock him out Medicine to wake him up Heartworm medicine Everything came out normal. We are still waiting for the thyroid panel results. Should be a day or so. So that...
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Animals!

What the heck is going on?! Mom says I’m really being tested, and I believe her. Last night, after pilling Taz and Tigger, feeding the horses, getting Devon medicated, going outside to clean Punkin’s wound and give him his antibiotic, coaxing and nurturing a feral momma kitty and her itty bitty baby, I came in (late as usual) to finish supper. As I was pulling a hot pot out of the...
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