LIGHT AT END OF TUNNEL

This was a photo I took going thru a tunnel in Colorado a few years ago.
Since my last post I did have surgery on my left thumb, so I type this with the old hunt and peck with
one hand.  I was rough the first 24 hours as I am a puker from the meds they load you up with during recovery or its the anesthesia, I hope next hand I can talk them into doing things differently  I have managed pretty well with just Tylenol but getting restless to DO more than read  Hubby is telling me I need to get thru a full recovery with this hand before I do the other one  Hate to admit it but think he is right  It will be much harder doing things without use of rt hand if the left isn't fully healed  The procedure is called mini tightrope CMC surgery.  removal of small bone at base of thumb then putting a permanent "pin" thru thumb bone and first finger bone, all in back of hand.  Reason for all this is erosion of all the cartilage in this joint that is used repeatedly daily for all grasping and pinching  You know the whole purpose of having an apposing thumb.

Guess this is enough update for now  Till next time

 

If wishes were horses

Sooooo, you know the saying "If wishes were horses, we would all take a ride"  Well I wish I could set aside a bit of time at least once a week to catch up on my blog.  Its been about two years and I actually have a lot of time in on this blog.  I think it goes back almost 15 years.  When I have looked back at some of my old posts I see some of the pictures that I posted are gone, but I think they are some that were borrowed off the internet and their life ended so to speak.

So today I want to see if this site will let me copy a couple important things on here for just a start.
In less than two years I have lost both of my children and ironically both of them were the age of 50 when they passed.  Do I grieve?  Yes I do but I have grieved for many years before they died.  Now I hope they have found peace and I believe we will meet in another life.
The first item here is a thing I wrote and put on my FB site,  A little story of Two Little Girls:

Two little girls meet on the first day of kindergarten. Both are scared to be on the bus for the first time. Dark haired Betty asked the blonde Cindy, "can I sit with you?" This was the start of the girls being best friends for the next 3 years. Then Cindy and her family moved far away. Both girls chose different paths in life, then the circle came back to find Betty being the ICU nurse, caring for Cindy for 3 nites during her last struggle with her liver disease. Rest in peace Cindy with your big brother until we all are together again. I know you have just stepped thru the doorway and will always be here in my heart.

I miss Mathew's big bear hugs and his corny sense of humor.  He was a good man.