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Tom Petty was right | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. April 22, 2014. Tom Petty was right. Sometimes the was someone says (or sings) something cannot be improved upon: The waiting really. When you are constantly putting out fires? This entry was posted in Cancer. Credit where credit is due. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Big, Scary, Mean, Daddy.
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. March 25, 2015. Big, Scary, Mean, Daddy. Adam is meaner than I am! March 4, 2015. We are still here! Adam met with his doctor at Clearview Cancer Institute today for a routine check, and it was indeed routine. Thank you God! I keep thinking about where we were then and where we are now. I often get discouraged by where we still aren’t, but then I remember…. Hated to leave the house and could barely tolerate the presence of anyone besides his immediate family.
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Clubs | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. January 21, 2015. This entry was posted in Cancer. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Big, Scary, Mean, Daddy | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. March 25, 2015. Big, Scary, Mean, Daddy. Adam is meaner than I am! This entry was posted in Family. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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A(nother) New Chapter | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. March 4, 2015. We are still here! Adam met with his doctor at Clearview Cancer Institute today for a routine check, and it was indeed routine. Thank you God! I keep thinking about where we were then and where we are now. I often get discouraged by where we still aren’t, but then I remember…. Hated to leave the house and could barely tolerate the presence of anyone besides his immediate family. In September, there was this group online that she could add me to i...
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Being Proud of Myself | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. July 5, 2014. Being Proud of Myself. I think I might actually have a new emotion about last year. In the midst of the screaming anger, shrieking fear, and whimpering helplessness there is a new whispering pride. We made it. I often feel guilty for talking about my difficulties last year. Don’t get me wrong – that guilt doesn’t seem to stop me from talking about it, it just makes me feel vaguely. Feel like doing anything, or that I. Done mourning, or that I.
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Monsters of One Kind and Another | lydiatisdale
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Sometimes life is a grim and thankless job. May 14, 2014. Monsters of One Kind and Another. Staying away from Facebook…. To acknowledge that I miss my friend who was taken by cancer and that I don’t want to lose anyone else, and it is. That I don’t want anyone to have to bury a child or a spouse and that I hurt for them when they do. “Oh God, oh God, oh God….”. Are you fighting your own kind of monsters? Are they real or are you afraid they’re only in your head? Does that actually make them any less real?
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