Rihanna invites me to "shine bright like a diamond". I need to be in the tub taking my first bath but I need ot be supervised and hence I will await my daughter's visit on Saturday so that she can monitor me a little from inside the house along with her husband and the kids who will be visiting. I know it sounds so silly of me but the truth is that I am fearful of getting inside a tub after so many weeks since the surgery. I have now been told that I need more...
Dinner with the kids was grand and so the ending conversation with a friend who knows cancer first hand because her mother died of it. She was diagnosed very late in life and I recall when she died and how she showed up for me because I had set her to be a speaker at one of my women's weekend retreats. What a courageous woman.
Today the workers arrived and did their magic as I got ready to see my oncologist for the first time in the city. They were efficient and as the music played they swayed to it and went with it. It was a great experience in spite of my hesitation and ended up in an offer for free cabinets in the laundry room because they were unable to install the soft close dr\awers. Like women I can shower, attend to the workmen, get ready for my doctor's appointment and on the way to the city fry an egg in the car. Ok, I did not fry and egg. But almost. If Beyonce only knew how girls really rule and how much us gay men learned from her music. I live for the music that acknowledges every person but enamored the most with the ones like 'girl on fire" I guess my daughters have truly made me stronger during this time, the youngest sitting in the docs office for her entire lunch hour. How can I feel sorry for myself? That is love.
I sit here in a two story family room that is aqua and and enjoying music, Katy Perry, don't ask me how I know that because at sixty I should not. That feels like a blessing and I admit that for a man my age that just does not seem right. But it sure feels great. I can do Lara Fabian music and I love Mariah Carey and Josh Groban inspires me as well. I simply am moved by music because music is love.
There are two sisters that are battling with cancer for over ten years. One an artist and the other who is a flight attendant, both beautiful and on their own. So now up comes Alicia Keys and what is she singing: "This Girl is on Fire". OMG. I would not have been aligned with that reality but believe me I cannot make this stuff up. The version with Nikki Manaj! Another powerful chick. Beautifully vulgar. The kind of woman men love to hate and I love love love. She's just a girl and she's on fire. So one of my sisters will be Rihanna and the other sister will be Nicki. There you go.
Stay with me my beloveds because I will be here to the end. Not going anywhere yet. Still this is not anything compared to my battle ahead. I love you all for your prayers and for reading this blog and I will write until I get exhausted or I exhaust all of you. I am a victim, I am your brother, I am your sister, I am a dad, I am a grandfather but mostly I am human. I will never forget the woman who warned me about what I should or should not say on FB. I deleted her shortly after that knowing that if you live in Beverly Hills and your husband is rich you don't need my raw brand of reality. Still I love her. She later sent me a message and asked me what happened and I prayed but did not respond.
I am done with the light fluffy shit, let it be known. I am now going to dance to "We Found Love in a Hopeless Place". LOL
What you may ask is missing in my life? Nothing what so ever.
Dinner with the kids was grand and so the ending conversation with a friend who knows cancer first hand because her mother died of it. She was diagnosed very late in life and I recall when she died and how she showed up for me because I had set her to be a speaker at one of my women's weekend retreats. What a courageous woman.
Today the workers arrived and did their magic as I got ready to see my oncologist for the first time in the city. They were efficient and as the music played they swayed to it and went with it. It was a great experience in spite of my hesitation and ended up in an offer for free cabinets in the laundry room because they were unable to install the soft close dr\awers. Like women I can shower, attend to the workmen, get ready for my doctor's appointment and on the way to the city fry an egg in the car. Ok, I did not fry and egg. But almost. If Beyonce only knew how girls really rule and how much us gay men learned from her music. I live for the music that acknowledges every person but enamored the most with the ones like 'girl on fire" I guess my daughters have truly made me stronger during this time, the youngest sitting in the docs office for her entire lunch hour. How can I feel sorry for myself? That is love.
I sit here in a two story family room that is aqua and and enjoying music, Katy Perry, don't ask me how I know that because at sixty I should not. That feels like a blessing and I admit that for a man my age that just does not seem right. But it sure feels great. I can do Lara Fabian music and I love Mariah Carey and Josh Groban inspires me as well. I simply am moved by music because music is love.
There are two sisters that are battling with cancer for over ten years. One an artist and the other who is a flight attendant, both beautiful and on their own. So now up comes Alicia Keys and what is she singing: "This Girl is on Fire". OMG. I would not have been aligned with that reality but believe me I cannot make this stuff up. The version with Nikki Manaj! Another powerful chick. Beautifully vulgar. The kind of woman men love to hate and I love love love. She's just a girl and she's on fire. So one of my sisters will be Rihanna and the other sister will be Nicki. There you go.
Stay with me my beloveds because I will be here to the end. Not going anywhere yet. Still this is not anything compared to my battle ahead. I love you all for your prayers and for reading this blog and I will write until I get exhausted or I exhaust all of you. I am a victim, I am your brother, I am your sister, I am a dad, I am a grandfather but mostly I am human. I will never forget the woman who warned me about what I should or should not say on FB. I deleted her shortly after that knowing that if you live in Beverly Hills and your husband is rich you don't need my raw brand of reality. Still I love her. She later sent me a message and asked me what happened and I prayed but did not respond.
I am done with the light fluffy shit, let it be known. I am now going to dance to "We Found Love in a Hopeless Place". LOL
What you may ask is missing in my life? Nothing what so ever.
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