There’s a thousand ways of saying it, “What cannot be changed must be endured,” or my favorite, “It is what it is.”
But I like how she says it, its right there…
Mar 09 2011
Mar 09 2011
There’s a thousand ways of saying it, “What cannot be changed must be endured,” or my favorite, “It is what it is.”
But I like how she says it, its right there…
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‘Cause you can’t jump the track,we’re like cars on a cable
and life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe
Don’t be afraid to care
(i think) turned me onto this song….
it’s really amazing idnit?
some of her other stuff is pretty good too…
superb lyricist she is
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on wwl ~ Its another perfect zen song.
ways possible, Diane G! I send vibes of strength for you during the vicissitudes of this time!
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After the 12 hour hell of struggling for every breath day?
Today is Calm. You never know how good calmness is, until you have no peace. Compared to yesterday, when he fought twelve hours to breathe and live? Today is HEAVEN. Normal. As normal as terminal cancer can be. My base-line for normal has moved quite a bit these days.
Of course, my life being what it is, even a good Mike ride day didn’t come without a few major potholes.
My car wouldn’t start when I was running up to the store. That would make, what FOUR fucking dead cars? But our friend Archie came and helped me, and we got it going. I’m pretty mechanical, and tried a few things, but my brain isn’t up to par, and I didn’t think of hitting the started with a hammer. Besides, I’m a Ford girl, and Jeeps baffle me. Its now parked at the top of the hill, so that when I have to take the sick dog in tomorrow for his ultra-sound, if need be, I can just roll it and pop the clutch to start it. Now, if it fails at the other end, finding someone to push start me might be a problem…. but I’ll worry about that when/if it happens. Archie thinks it may have just gotten really wet with the torrential rains and calf deep puddles.
I got Mike an inhaler and steroids finally last night, and they seem to have totally alleviated the worst of it. Thank The Mom Cat for pointing me to that. The receptionists resisted at first, but the doc agreed with my analysis. NOW, the other good that came of that is that it was enough (with the added info from a few medical friends) to convince Mike that we need Hospice in here now. Rather than wait 6 hours in agony for a Doctor to get to evaluating and calling in a scrip for something like that? Had we had hospice, they would have driven an inhaler here within 30 minutes. I told him, its like having an on-call old-time doctor that makes house calls. It doesn’t mean you have given up, it just means you don’t have to jump through the making appointments hoops every time we have a small crisis. I think he’s on board. Yaaaay. That, and I told him I need the help. I need some respite from being on constant alert.
I had maybe 4 hours sleep again yesterday, and am running on fumes. There is a crash coming, but I’m running on adrenalin or something at the moment.
Just a heads up…. and an open.
Rant away!!!!