Friendly Neighbor Update

We have made it to the halfway point with our cat Hunter's leg healing journey.  Coming along nicely.  He's such a cool cat.

I still don't know why I keep spiking a fever and abdominal rash.  No clues or anything.  Just finish my antibiotics like a good girl who has plenty of time to be draggy and exhausted from their side-effects.  No problem.

Cat Scan for lower left abdominal pain was inconclusive.  Bright side:  No scar tissue. No hernia.  No tumor, no ovary problem.  Kidneys are great, and lower lungs. Sigmoid colon is thickening, and I have some fat deposits on my liver.  Have no idea what that means.

I don't feel like the pain is coming from my colon, and my liver is in the wrong place to be causing this pain.  And it doesn't track with other gastric activities in which I engage, if you catch my meaning. The pain is constant and unrelated.  It hurts inside my hip, very top of inner thigh, outer hip, lower left back, down my leg and knee and my foot is tingly. All. The. Time.  I don't even see the gastroenterologist until November 12th, unless they get a cancellation.  So.  There's that.

On a lighter note, here's my latest recording :)

Call me down.

Call me down from dreams

When what I dream won’t match

With what I see

Drag me up from drowning

When I all but suffocate

What I might be

Shine me through the night

When all the lights go down

So I can rest

Shroud me through the daylight

When everything is blinding

At its best

Calm my stormy countenance

When everything in torrents

Soaks me through.

Call me to a higher ground

When all I cannot see

Leads back to you.

Evidence

I've been searching time

For proof, or some provision

That makes right the position

Of my consciousness and mind.

‘They’ wipe out what is certain

The evidence is clouded;

The darkness here a shroud--

And nothing draws the curtain

So in can stream the light

And show me what is there

I’m looking everywhere!

But the shades are shut down tight.

Time is searching me--

And testing every dream;

And making what I’d like to be

Look less like what I need.

And where is all the love

That I'm supposed to feel--

Those things that make me real--

That provision is to prove?

Faith can never fight

For those that do possess

The power to be faithless;

Even when it isn’t right.

I've been searching long

Yet I can tell you naught,

For my faith is all I've got--

And it feels like something’s wrong.

I can’t get free from feeling

That someone knows the truth

And if the light gets loose,

It could stop my mind from reeling.

So do I search my heart

For the glimmer of faith lost?

What will be the cost?

Where do I even start?

~ (C)Kimberly B. Williamson

Here is the story of a boy. My boy.

Riley Sloan is 9. He loves his family fine.

His family loves him to the moon, but sadly, lots of times

Riley Sloan has trouble with a thing or two.

He can’t sit still or read a book; He can’t yet tie his shoe.

He can’t control his temper. His frustrations just abound.

He can’t yet ride his bicycle, And when he falls, he throws it down.

He talks while others are talking and interrupts their conversations.

He fights for their attention no matter the occasion.

Riley knows these things are wrong, but, still he does them all day long.

He tries like mad to listen and learn from every lesson,

But somehow things get jumbled up, and piled up, and tumbled up.

And pretty soon, he’s lost direction, and his mind can’t slow down for reflection.

He’s naughty a lot and it makes him sad. He doesn’t mean to be so bad.

But Riley isn’t ghastly. His little mind just goes so fast.

He tries so hard to slow things down, but his thoughts race and run around

Out of control despite him trying over and over, he winds up crying

Exhausted from all the time it takes to do what’s right in each choice he makes.

I can’t imagine what I’d find if I looked inside of Riley’s mind.

But He loves to sing and loves to fish and pancakes are his favorite dish!

He can do other things quite well! Like run, and play, and jump and yell!

He does great flips on his trampoline, maybe the best you’ve ever seen!

He can run a mile as fast as light!  His heart is big and his eyes are bright!

He cares when others are hurt or sad.  And he dearly loves his mom and dad.

Maybe Riley just needs more time.  More time to learn, more time to find

The self-control that we all see as something that comes naturally.

And maybe since we are his safety net, we see when it’s bad as it can get.

And maybe if we always try to remember as every day goes by

That he’s the balloon on the wind and wing, and we as his parents are the string.

In keeping him grounded, we do our best, and hope for him all happiness.

There are few words...

I was bitten by the drawing bug.  It was some time ago.  But the bite has flared up since around November.  I have quite an extensive vocabulary, but words haven't been adequate to quiet my spirit lately.  It has helped just to have a task to focus on.  A long and detailed but enjoyable path to an ultimate goal, one which isn't fully realized until I somehow 'decide' the piece is finished.  I plan to upload all my photos here to the blog, but until then, click the picture to go to my Facebook art album, or click HERE to view my work.

The Transition

From "Kimberly, You have a long road ahead" to "The Stuff of Life"

It's time to make the jump.  Now that I have traversed the arduous journey from 'the diagnosis' to 'the recovery', I have decided to move back to my original blog, and to write about more than just my health. I ask that you share my blog if you like it, maybe help get me a little exposure.

I want to write about positive and encouraging things.  If something I say seems to the contrary, I guarantee you here and now, that is is not my intent.

It seems to me, humankind has a tendency to wallow in misery and shut out love and support when it is needed most.  There is so much negativity; so much fear.  Let's face it -- loads of news about bad things happening stream into our homes moment by moment. Criminal activity, helpless victims of brutality, destitution, sickness, of both body and mind, looming threats to our physical, mental or financial well being.  I am not naive.  I know these things can't be avoided.  However, I have made the conscious choice for my part, to look for positive facets of every shard of broken glass. Reflection from so many different angles can shed light in the most unexpected places. I hope to be able to help mend a broken vessel so it doesn't have to sit in a corner, empty and useless.  I endeavor to provide encouragement, no matter how little good might come from it.  It never hurts to help, and the contrary is also true.

So, I hope you will make the jump along with me, and I hope that you enjoy what you see.  If you do, please share, and help spread encouragement.  There are plenty of other people spreading quite the opposite.

God Bless!

Things People Think Perhaps They Plan To Purchase

Did you catch T.he P.oint of T.his P.ost?

I was thinking on the way home from the store where I had been looking for a few things on which we are running low. The TP's. Specifically. 

Toilet Paper/Tooth Paste

And the reverse: PT's.

Paper Towels/Pop Tarts/Pet Treats/Pie Tins...I could stretch, but I'll let you readers do that.  Post a comment if you can think of other T.P. or P.T. things I haven't listed.

If you think of something, you don't win anything!

3...2...1...Go!