I don't know; some days my Stella just feels like she is part of me, now other days I look down at the bag and think this damn thing is gross. I don't linger in this feeling because it's no place to be. My journey has been, I hope, like you all. I need a connection where we are on the same cloud, as rainy as it can be in your life. Not so long ago, I did not have a 50-foot oxygen tube following me around. Damn it, the thing gets caught on the smallest thing. Sometimes I see how far I can drag it with a variety of things, lol. This is my favorite season; most people are more open to having a tender heart, finding the good in humans, getting a tear for a certain Christmas song. Mine is "Oh Holy Night." Life can make you fall on your knees at times, so grateful it is your heart so moved by a babe in a manger, or you are still standing when your life is all you can do is breathe and wait until it passes. I have been waiting to lay me out on the line even though I am afraid. I have to spill my guts... I read a lot of you all, maybe a little, I know you, so glad you all are here like a special pen pal, lol, like you know just how it feels to have a passenger on your body.... Have a wonderful holiday season everyone, many gums as we can take, pecans were a bad decision but sure was good. Carol. B
A feeling hangs on me, and I feel I cannot find my normal anymore.
Mine was a quick, unexpected illness, except for a couple of times being a crazy, in pain person in the worst pain for hours. How did you all do it for years? I feel very much for you all, and I do feel a connection. Sometimes I want to just write to you all; I am so glad you all are here, as shitty as it is.
