Adventure

I've been busy. Busy having adventures and feeling a wee bit better as every week passes.

My parents adopted a border collie from a farm and my son spends a lot of time with her. He was introducing her to the ocean which was completely new as she had only seen the inside of a barn before.


A friend of mine went on a hike up on a mountain with her little shih tzu. As she was walking some larger dogs came running which spooked her shih tzu and he ran off into the woods. They hiked up and down the mountain for 12 hours looking for him but he didn't emerge, so I made these posters that we were going to plaster all over the area. I went and had them printed but when I arrived at her house the family came home with little dog lost in tow. What a relief!

He spent the night alone up on the mountain with the cougars and bears. Now he is no longer just a mild mannered ball of fluff. He's a manly wild dog.




And my parents puppy keeps growing and exploring. She's sure cute except when she nips at my pant legs.



I've been doing a lot of things on my, "When I feel better, I'll...", list and will post the photos of my adventures over the next few days.

Life is good.

Lost

Memory is an odd and elusive thing. It favors our own particular mind set and our own values. We may remember any particular situation differently to someone else because of what we bring to that memory. We constantly dwell in our own existence.

And to exist is to have come from somewhere. A childhood, a year, a yesterday.

My yesterday is lost. My last year and the year before that is lost. This sickness and therapy has blurred and destroyed my memory to the point of making me wonder, am I still here?

My weeks and months seem to have no meaning because I cannot remember what I did, who I saw or what I thought about. I have nothing to show for it except lost time and emptiness. I have a few markers which I can go by to let myself believe over 2 years have passed. I remember my grandfathers funeral, a wild weekend I had, my great uncles funeral and then a blur of medical procedures.

I want to know what I did yesterday, I want to remember my children growing up and I want to remember important or even uneventful days. Without that who am I?

I've been photo documenting this entire process since just before my bone marrow transplant, so I have a visual diary and I have some things I wrote with dates on them. And thank goodness for this blog. Without it I'd be nowhere.