ANOTHER DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

I just looked out the window and it's snowing to beat the band.  The weather changes faster than I make up my mind about whether to do chemo or to not do chemo.  Just when I think I have myself talked into it, I read another medical book or article or hear about natural cures with special diets.  I mean who and what do you believe?  All I know is right now my stomach just under the rib cage feels like it has knots in it.  Oh and now it's not snowing.  My mother used to tell me I was as changeable as the weather,  she was right.

I think about my brave brother Jim, who died three years ago - March 15th.  I was there just minutes before he drew his last breath.  What a guy he was.  I think about his courage, his working through the pain he must have had as he walked up the streets of Timber Villa and went to the Life Center.  I feel like such a baby.  I haven't been to the Life Center in months.  Something always gets in the way.  Some health problem that I won't even go into, or a head cold or the weather, but mostly laziness.  He soldiered on through numerous surgeries, clinical trials and he did it with a smile.  His favorite saying was "you play the cards you're dealt".  He had a strong faith and a positive attitude.  I sure miss him.  I could use a good dose of his humor and a kick in the butt, that I know he would be happy to give me.

In the meantime I'm beginning to really eat better.  Went to the Giant (3rd time this week) and bought some alkaline water and other items that are supposed to be healthy.  It's getting to the point now that all the cashiers know me by name before I even get out my bonus card.  I really should think about buying stock in that store.

Well, Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone.  This year I'm roasting a chicken.  I looked at the prices on the corned beef and decided aside from the fact that I want to stay away from red meat and Tom really should too, the chicken was cheaper and healthier for both of us.  I'm only 1/4 Irish anyway, so who cares.