In The Mean Time, More Post Attack Issues, Listen And The "C" Word

Dearest Kinfolk, Kindred, and Relations,

My heart is sad and I feel heavy in my steps.

My coordination and balance is dreadfully off center. My eyes go this way when I hear something from that way. I have stumbled two too many times and have decided to rest a short while. Take a Ten.

I have been preparing boxes for donation. Nothing heavy, just simple things, such as shoes, clothes and odd-n-ends. Things that I hope will bring money to the organization I donate to, the American Cancer Research Center And Foundation.These kind Folks are the only organization I donate to. The "C" word ate my Dad to death. I saw the Cancer do this to him in front of my eyes.

The sweating has not stopped since I last posted a communique. It seems to worsen then has a cycle of ups and downs. It's too easy for me to share that I am exhausted as a whole being. Because I am. Yet, there is something in my Spirit's that beckon me to move along. Keep a cheerful atmosphere about myself, as much as possible anyways. For my "as much as possibles", seem to change from season to season. I consider what I am doing, as a form of working a business...

...this is my body and this body is my business.

You know what? I don't know either, but I wish to share that I am going to push until I can't anymore. There is going to be better days ahead. I want to have a good day. That's normal.

The cicadas and crickets compete between my head to see which is loudest. It's so loud! On and on.

There's a beeping going on in my Deaf Left. Nothing new - just a different message.

I wish my Bride was here right at this moment. I am lonely and am alone. The Lodge is silent...

...except for the sounds between my ear's.

Listen closely. Can't you hear them?