Hey its getting to be a lot like Christmas... Poem time
Roses are red
If I write a poem
I'll send it to you.
But no the juices weren't flowing
For a poem this year I'll need a tutor.
As Christmas time draws near
My mind is blank as slime
This year ain't gonna rhyme.
Nah... getting worse
This year you get a letter, I'm already feeling better... stop it.
Well friends what a year its been for this little black duck, I took a road trip to Victoria in January where I did all my normal visits with Friends and Family, both Marcus and Vicki are now living in the Geelong area now so, as will be explained later in this letter, there is some pressure being applied for me to once again take out residency status in Victoria.
Enough of that lets get back to me, me, me, I learned that when you are sick and feeling down the whole world revolves around you (in your mind that is) having always enjoyed good health this was one of the many lessons I was to learn during the year, along with a whole new language with words I had never heard before, much less used, words like Colonoscopy, stoma's, chemotherapy, radiation, cat-scans and a host of others that either described what was going to happen to me. or the person who was to perform it, pretty scary stuff at times, because we live in the kind of world we do health providers are obliged to tell you of all the possible pit falls in what they are proposing to do to you usually ending with "and of course you might die", this got to be one of the highlights of my sessions with them.
me into ICU, the second bad experience was that for the next three nights I had
dreadful nightmares, I don't normally dream at all and these were lulus.
surprise when your life suffers a major upheaval that you tend to withdraw into yourself, in my case there was never any "Why Me" attitude and as I said I pretty much just went for my walk in the park.
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a prosperous New Year, my love to you all.