Life & Its Curve Balls
I just can’t stop playing in the dirt. It brings back my childhood.
It also brings back all the hours I spent with my flowers thinking/dreading that I was going to die of cancer “in six months.” That was over ten years ago.
Then, there were the countless hours I spent with the kids when they were little—in the years before my cancer diagnosis—trying to make a go of my flower stand “Wayside Wisteria Theme Gardens.” My goal was to exploit child labor…uh, I mean make the yard pretty and teach them about good business practices. Well, after cancer hit, I had to give it up.
It’s been kind of an emotional few weeks for me. That’s super easy to do when you’re running on an average of three hours of sleep every night because of a sore shoulder.
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