Walking to the bathroom is a more arduous task than yesterday. The nurse and I, supporting her like pillars left and right, but she still screams "place one foot in front of the other! Walk in a straight line!" and I was!
What is your problem?! I thought? I'm trying to help you woman! Just relax and be quiet! When the emotions drifted and mind returned to center I realized that she's frustrated at her inability to walk in a straight line without falling. Yes, she's yelling at me but she's not talking to me.
A tug of the hair here and a jab to the shoulder there...a few more times...a jab to the cheek....each jab tasting sweeter than the one before...like honey to the lips....chocolate coated ice-cream cookies...mmm....It's the least I can do mother....Use me as a punching bag because even though you repetitively asked, I can't give you a Knife.
Isn't it funny how we have so many avenues to release our miniature stresses in life. Put you conscious to sleep and smoke yourself a spliff or a blunt. Drink your worries away with one shot maybe two or even 10 who's counting? Go on a shopping spree! Shoes? Dresses? Cars? Phones? A combo? Don't forget to buy that iphone for your mother, lover or father to ease the guilt of self-spending. You're not a materialist huh? Well then I bet you'll go for a run or a jog? climb some rocks? Sink into yoga? Not into sports? Aaahh then how about chocolate? ice-cream? baked goods? Yum. One way or another we're bound to get our "kick."
I know you can't eat because you've lost your appetite for food. I know you can't run or play tennis like you used too because the cancer is eating away every single bone in your body. Oh mother. What remedy can I prescribe for your pain. Oh how I wish you could smoke some weed, I mean medicinal Mary J. It would certainly help ease the pain. But you would be putting to sleep your conscious and this may induce a falling into a coma sooner than meant be. God, wouldn't get mad mother. Jesus suffered too while he was on the cross. He endured the pain. But he was the Perfect Man. I know we all want to be like him, but sometimes we fall back on the world and ease our pain in earthly ways. Your intentions are pure. He created drugs in the first place didn't he? Just thank Him for everything no matter how you feel. And He will always love you.
I refuse to believe that there is a problem without a solution. Think out of the box Sandra. What are you alternatives? Draw out a decision matrix and find a solution! Helplessness is something we were never taught in school. Helplessness in unacceptable in today's world. So do something. I'll pray. And do some yoga.
What is your problem?! I thought? I'm trying to help you woman! Just relax and be quiet! When the emotions drifted and mind returned to center I realized that she's frustrated at her inability to walk in a straight line without falling. Yes, she's yelling at me but she's not talking to me.
A tug of the hair here and a jab to the shoulder there...a few more times...a jab to the cheek....each jab tasting sweeter than the one before...like honey to the lips....chocolate coated ice-cream cookies...mmm....It's the least I can do mother....Use me as a punching bag because even though you repetitively asked, I can't give you a Knife.
Isn't it funny how we have so many avenues to release our miniature stresses in life. Put you conscious to sleep and smoke yourself a spliff or a blunt. Drink your worries away with one shot maybe two or even 10 who's counting? Go on a shopping spree! Shoes? Dresses? Cars? Phones? A combo? Don't forget to buy that iphone for your mother, lover or father to ease the guilt of self-spending. You're not a materialist huh? Well then I bet you'll go for a run or a jog? climb some rocks? Sink into yoga? Not into sports? Aaahh then how about chocolate? ice-cream? baked goods? Yum. One way or another we're bound to get our "kick."
I know you can't eat because you've lost your appetite for food. I know you can't run or play tennis like you used too because the cancer is eating away every single bone in your body. Oh mother. What remedy can I prescribe for your pain. Oh how I wish you could smoke some weed, I mean medicinal Mary J. It would certainly help ease the pain. But you would be putting to sleep your conscious and this may induce a falling into a coma sooner than meant be. God, wouldn't get mad mother. Jesus suffered too while he was on the cross. He endured the pain. But he was the Perfect Man. I know we all want to be like him, but sometimes we fall back on the world and ease our pain in earthly ways. Your intentions are pure. He created drugs in the first place didn't he? Just thank Him for everything no matter how you feel. And He will always love you.
I refuse to believe that there is a problem without a solution. Think out of the box Sandra. What are you alternatives? Draw out a decision matrix and find a solution! Helplessness is something we were never taught in school. Helplessness in unacceptable in today's world. So do something. I'll pray. And do some yoga.
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