I have been working on my book ALL day! Feels so good... even though it makes me cry, too. Anyway, heres an excerpt from the night before the mastectomy. With a seven-to-eight hour major surgery ahead of me, anything could happen. I might die. And no one knew what I wanted. So I wrote letters to my son and daughter-in-law. I wrote a letter to my brother, my parents, friends. I wrote my obituary. I wrote a will, listing who I wanted to have what possessions. Then I put all of these things in a place where I knew my son and daughter-in-law would find them when they came to pack up my stuff. Heres the weird part about that. I didnt do any of the bawling and squalling. It felt more like a mission. I listed the songs I wanted played at my funeral. I wrote down what I wanted my son to do with my remains. It was an idea I am still in love with... and thats what I will still ask for one of these days when I have extra money to have a real will drawn up. It was not sad, doom and gloom stuff. It was something to hopefully make my son and daughter-in-law laugh and say something like, “She was always so crazy. Of course she would do something like this on her way out.” But... I wont share it here. It will be a surprise for them when I actually do kick the bucket.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 00:40:24 +0000
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