tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post3457538091570401029..comments2024-03-28T23:56:24.570+01:00Comments on Interim arrangements: Sabinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-23871305859511349172017-10-12T07:53:52.085+02:002017-10-12T07:53:52.085+02:00I don't even think you need a metaphor. Rage o...I don't even think you need a metaphor. Rage on. You know how I feel about anger and resentment. Your feelings are not yours alone. We are legion. (And we are also about love and joy).Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-6272749249892270752017-10-12T01:08:56.239+02:002017-10-12T01:08:56.239+02:00Your honesty and willingness to share your thought...Your honesty and willingness to share your thoughts are deeply moving. Have I told you how much I like you? I do.Colettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13929646037752189809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-38112149643220979152017-10-11T11:13:10.647+02:002017-10-11T11:13:10.647+02:00We all have to find a way to channel our thoughts ...We all have to find a way to channel our thoughts to carry us through each day — often no effort necessary, but health issues do alter that situation. You eloquently present considerations in your adaptation to this “place” where you have been thrust. I wish you many “better” days. joaredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999395062839739698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-14101161009448203572017-10-07T21:48:57.655+02:002017-10-07T21:48:57.655+02:00I'm sorry to read this. All I can do is hope t...I'm sorry to read this. All I can do is hope that there is a better future for you (immediately).<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-47234959728125508692017-10-07T21:29:14.717+02:002017-10-07T21:29:14.717+02:00Interesting thought, Nick. I suppose I took her wo...Interesting thought, Nick. I suppose I took her words to mean that she's in a state of forced loneliness, something akin to what returning soldiers experience, but that the majority of people can only imagine and even that much poorly. And then there's the feeling bad and the fatigue. I picture it as being as constrictive in regard to the outer world as having to live alone in a tiny room.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-2524389874661617982017-10-07T17:09:50.954+02:002017-10-07T17:09:50.954+02:00'Not my world. Not anymore.'
But it is, i...'Not my world. Not anymore.'<br /><br />But it is, isn't it? Just seen from another perspective now. And if your mind can still see it while you're sitting in your blue recliner then you still have a richness in your life that's 'A Good Thing'. At least I think so.<br /><br />I'll be taking to the blue recliner in a week or so (for a complaint other than yours), along with concurrent doses of supposedly therapeutic radiation, so your words have touched me a little. I hope to be as resilient as you. Sterkte, as they say in NL.Nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16112462990202280587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-43207533899527478662017-10-07T16:58:06.650+02:002017-10-07T16:58:06.650+02:00Oh you remind me of the time I sat at my mother...Oh you remind me of the time I sat at my mother's side as she got her slow drip of monoclonal antibodies. The time moved so slowly there. Afterwards it was a long day of quiet. I hope you are feeling better and stronger today, and that the carpet still shows you the intricate beauties of our imperfections.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-5515286261601018252017-10-06T21:15:25.289+02:002017-10-06T21:15:25.289+02:00Dear Sabine, I wish it were different. But oh, how...Dear Sabine, I wish it were different. But oh, how you write. Love to you, dear friend.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-66392358628885430822017-10-06T19:08:08.259+02:002017-10-06T19:08:08.259+02:00Eloquent post. So much is unknown to so many of us...Eloquent post. So much is unknown to so many of us. I suffer what I think it would be fair to call a "moderate amount" from chronic pain and a lesser amount from disability, but so far anyway, nothing that might kill me. Still, my wife and I are in our upper sixties, so the time of great suffering and eventual death is seldom far from my thoughts.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-7456323485543935852017-10-06T16:19:00.571+02:002017-10-06T16:19:00.571+02:00I shall spend the day recognizing and being thankf...I shall spend the day recognizing and being thankful for my good health and wishing I could give you the same.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7192718134910479930.post-57302471977744973002017-10-06T14:59:01.117+02:002017-10-06T14:59:01.117+02:00Your incredible talent to take the vile fibers of ...Your incredible talent to take the vile fibers of illness and suffering and weave them into something quite beautiful is amazing. But oh, how I wish you did not have reason to do so! Suffering is absolutely not a beautiful gift in any way and just because you have found a way to shine the light on it does not rationalize or trivialize it. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com