Don't Forget to Write

 It's been a minute since Jolynn was diagnosed with cancer in October, 2019 and the CoVid pandemic spewed like lava over the world in January, 2020.  As Labor Day, 2022 slides into home base, ending an inning of summer, infectious germs are still lingering like a hot, muggy day in the red south. Stifling.  Oppressive.  Maddening.  A few of us are still wearing masks in public.  Some of us are taking precautions and taking words of wisdom seriously.  Most people have long since dropped the masks - littering their carelessness across the country.   

There will always be people who gamble with their lives and disregard other lives. That is, after all, what this great country is built on - greed and disrespect in the name of the almighty constitution and bill of rights, keepsakes that are getting pissed on daily.  

Other than that, life is good. ha  Let me reiterate my sarcasm......life is good as long as I don't read the news or think or remember or run out of Ibuprofen.  

Jolynn's silver lining is a cancer-free diagnosis.  Like most people I know, she also has a few health issues.   Most of her issues have taken root in the chronic GVHD realm but she is fortunate to have excellent health care to lean on as she navigates new ground and new healing.

Rosie, our Golden Doodle, is now limping into her 15th year of life and Bear is skipping behind her as he turns into a 13 year old Poodle.  Life with old dogs and old legs and osteoarthritis and GVHD.  

But hey. Key word:  life.  Clutching onto life with every miserable redheaded fiber of my body.  

Dipping my toes in the chilly September morning nuances of writing this blog. 

Bye bye so long.

            Well, maybe I'll see you in September.  

The Happenings:

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