I talked to Andee yesterday.

She had her first chemo treatment on Monday and is still wiped from it. She sounded tired and strained. She was explaining the pain she’s in and how it doesn’t go away. I told her how I have chronic pain from the fibromyalgia and how I assign colors to stuff that hurts me. Sometimes the painting I make each day is full of pink because my pain is pink. My relationship with kay is blue. The one with Steve is pale orange, etc. Everyday is framed in pink and I imagine the painting unfold as the day progresses. It’s how I keep my mind on the color of my life instead of the pain itself. I don’t know if it helped, but she understood me. I felt so sad for her. Her little one is severely ADHD and waiting on her strains Jay. Everything is inside and to look at her, she looks fine. She just has no strength and her pain overwhelms her. She thinks no one understands and that she should be able to MAKE herself fight through it, but she doesn’t. The thought itself sets her up to fail each day and I don’t want to see her do that to herself. She is glad this is her and not her child…I hope she can find the beauty in herself to live each day in bigger love and to embrace her journey – I want her to win more time, not give in to her cancer. I want to hold my baby sister.

I sent Jay an uplifting note and sent Andee a note today.

Steve is trying to get work. He’s never had to knock on doors before. This time there is no one else to turn to.

I’m working on a dragon hat, to make sure I can do it – then I am going to sell one on my Etsy shop. The lady I got the pattern from sells them for 100$ each.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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