Another appointment Saturday morning for another procedure to take some pressure off. Pray For Me, The Chemo Is No Longer Working and My Doctor was Honest with Me About it.. I don’t feel any pain because I take so many Pain Pills A Day 23 I never took that into account as to why I felt good, I’m High and don’t know it. My Heart is Heavy, The Tears Keep Filling Up in My Eyes Time To Time Choking on the Hurt. Looking for Some Form of Comfort that it All Makes Sense Somehow But I Dont See it and it Hurts. I think of Things to Do So I keep Busy. My Mind is Like A Floating Decimal Point going on and on. Please Do Not Be Annoyed as You might Not Like to talk about such Personal things. I’m Brain Banging Myself To Whats About To Happen To Me. I Need This More Than You can Only Imagine. Just had the talk with my Son & his Mom made them feel Like was Okay and Prepared for it in a humorous honest SCARED WAY at the same time. I Felt Their Expression Threw the Phone, The Sadness in their Response, Made My Heart Heavier With Greif. Theres This Amazing poem by Native American Shawnee Chief, Tecumseh. Its Called With that I give you Tecumseh. So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion, respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. As I try to muster all the courage I have left to stay focused through it I will need your Prayers ......
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 07:54:52 +0000
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