Well, it's the day before the big surgery and I'm not going to play the heroine in this show. I...am...scared...to...death! But...this surgery is the only way to cure pancreatic cancer so I'm also grateful in a big way that it is an option for me. Yesterday I woke up in a funk though. I'd pretty much decided I wasn't even getting out of bed, and stayed put until about noon, and then my stomach started growling. It was a reminder that Saturday was my last opportunity to eat what I wanted, so I got up and decided to put on my favorite bright yellow dress, and a little bit of jewelry with a red knit cap to cover my head. I hit the road and landed at Applebees for steak and fries, yummy, then two hours later I picked up a Big Mac meal from MickyDs -- oh yeah. I took care of some errands and then stopped at Fred Meyer's for some cookies. Somebody smack me! I'm out of control in a real feel good kind of way! I'm so good at bad eatin'.
No matter where I went I'd hear something positive, "love that dress!" or "I love what you're wearing from head to toe". Or sometimes I'd just get a thumbs up. It made me smile and my spirits lifted to the clouds.
I want to thank everybody who got me to this point. Love you to the moon and back!
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.”
―
William W. Purkey
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