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Dear readers I beg you a moment or two . I promise no boring beatitudes
It is Christmas day and all through the Hage house all creatures are playing there isn’t one grouse.
Our tummy’s all fed as the wife fed us well. Did the kids do wash the dishes pray tell?
With kids all jolly with new pajamas on. Jonathan with reeboks and Kellen with socks on.
The tree is shining of good Christmas cheer. Credit the wife for with out her it would not be here.
Candy canes hanging on boughs of the tree with colorful bulbs of variety.
Our dog is a following close to each lad hoping for droppings from the food that they had.
The TV is on our computers are booted. The dog is in his cage now as if he was rooted.
The fun of the day is only but started the day almost over since we(Ellen and I) are retarded( pronounced… retired).
A call from the daughter who is visiting afar keeps the wife all talking and out of the car.
No shopping this date for the family of Hage. Just good times and cheer for memories made.
I am thankful today to be here alive. God has been with me always as I continue to survive.
The cancer came fast. My family did struggled. God’s grace shown through despite all the muddle.
I am glad to be here I am lucky to say. God’s love is for real and he has shown me the way.
For the poor readers that have read this stuff I know it was rough. I beg your indulgence I know you are tough.
So keep coming back to my musing blog the annual poem day of Kirk Lewis Hog.(Hage didn’t rhyme)
Dec 26 2009
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As the day started this morning I padded about the kitchen doing a little of this and a little of that. Accomplishing nothing but spending time waiting for the first cup of coffee to come out of the coffee maker hot and steamy. When I sat down to enjoy this steamy hot cup of coffee I looked about the kitchen and realized that without doing anything I actually did accomplish something. I know… it is hard to believe and completely out of character, but… I would not lie to my loyal reader(s). (is there a “dubious” smiley? if there is insert here”x”)
This in turn made me ponder the same kitchen a year ago. I started the day the same. Wake up…check. Stretch…check. Get out of bed slowly…check. Get dressed and go into the kitchen…check. Hmm..nothing much has changed. Next would be the coffee procedure. Still no change. A year ago I would sit down and wait for the coffee pot to make its cycle. Often times I would wait motionless. Feeling the energy come back to my body. There were times that I would shake, tremble, and become chilly. My hands and feet constantly clammy and cool. Finger tips numb from the cold. This morning I walked directly to the left over pot of coffee and poured a cup. Put it in the microwave to heat it up. Today I made the machine ready for the next pot while the micro wave was doing its thing. But then I noticed a coffee stain. I know what your thinking. So what!! Well, the difference is I took the time to wipe it up. Then I took the time to wipe something else up. I may have spent five minutes doing this kind of thing(It probably was a 30 second job for most but I do things slowly these days). Only then did I get the cup of coffee out of the microwave to go and sit down to survey my kingdom. It really does not seem like much now does it?
No, it is not much. Yet, it is something. I have spent a lot of time deriding my condition. Constantly wanting to get back to normal. I believe that I spent so much time worrying about getting back to normal that I have stymied my health. Not any more. I need to get on the stick and do what I can do and not what I once did. That stated, I am pretty sure that this statement is easier said than done. So far that would appear to be the case. I am older. I am wiser. I am skinnier and I have considerably less facial hair from this experience. When you look at it from that stand point… what are the negatives????
On an aside…Kellen is home and I am glad. Soon to be Christmas so Kellen will become more of the blog feature in the next days and weeks of this Christmas season. Just thought I would offer a short story of Kellen, my 9 year old son. During the school year Kellen is forever fighting sleep each night. Always with the excuses about not needing any sleep. Well, his first night away from the school bedtime bewitching hour he volunteers to go to bed early and sleeps late. Go figure???
Dec 21 2009
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During the course of my day of working hard at doing nothing, I happened upon a post on FaceBook this date that brought out a lot of good things for me, the people that made remarks on the post, and the poster. A long ago friend of a community, heritage, and blogging peer named, Diane. On her post was information of a family member that had been stricken with cancer and fought the battle of his life. Today was the two year anniversary of his passing. My heart aches for the living. The family of the stricken.
I am three years soon to be (hopefully)celebrating “cancer free” after a CT/Pet scan scheduled for the 12th of January, 2010 . This has ultimately got me to thinking about things that could have been. Which in turn made think about how things turned out. Which lead me to a cancer survivor network. To obtain answers to both of those questions. I did find answers. To those particular questions…well, maybe not exactly…? But I think the cumulative total of the readings garnered information to make more than a fair judgement since I lived it as well.
When happening upon this post of my friend’s blog about her brother it called me for its topic… remembering. The Cancer Network that I had been frequenting had become a place friendly enough to know some of the many on the whole board. Relationships that were built on the written word one can easily separate the wheat from the chaff. The sincere posters and the story tellers. The cancer survivors that want to return what they have received and not the people that have an underlying agenda. I see change is in the air around my house. After spending hours reading the threads of cancer victims such as myself I came to have a relationship with individual posters as they responded to my queries as well as others. The care given the individual who needs help and advice is out of this world on this forum. Many of the people that post on the cancer site are the cancer victims family. They too have memories of their loved ones. Non were more memorable then Diane’s blog about rembered.
The road that Steven Johnson traveled is inevitable for us all. What highlighted his trip for me was the relationship his sister had with him. Two years after his passing she is still waxing eloquent his life and times. I am working on my life everyday. The cancer that invaded my body took me down a few notches. I am still climbing back to “New Normal” and my blogger friend Diane is adjusting to hers. What we have in common is the new normal of life after cancer. I hope that I share the same family experience of remembrance . Steve was not as lucky as I to still be here today but to say say he was unlucky would not be true either. The love and support of his family still shows two years after his passing. I have no doubt that this feeling will never wain. Steve Johnson and I are the lucky ones. We both have family who love us. Now that is something that one can never have enough of in this life or into the next life.
I invite my readers to stop by Diane’s blog you wont’ be disappointed!!
Dec 20 2009
