Peanuts and Hope

My wife keeps a small unique pottery cup filled with ten or so unshelled peanuts on the kitchen counter next to the kitchen window.  The kitchen window looks over her beautiful garden and is above the sink.

Every morning like random morning clock work, out side her kitchen window, a Scrub Jay shows up.  The Scrub Jay sits atop the bird feeder that is a bit of six feet away of the window.  Hopefully sitting and wishing, the Scrub Jay awaits his/her expectant daily peanut.

My wife opens the window,  places two unshelled peanuts on the outside sill and before closing the window talks to the Scrub.  Sometimes the bird my wife conversation is quite lengthy.

Then, Scrub Jay makes Scrub Jay sound [irritating as that may be], flits over, and grabs a peanut.  Comes back a few minutes later and grabs the next one flitting away for a hidey hole he/she won't remember thirty seconds later.

Sometimes the Jay shows up and my wife is off on some errand that generally will ultimately take care of me or someone else in our family  and the Jay gets no peanut.

But.  The Jay shows up everyday hopefully waiting for a peanut. 

Hope

The Hell with Zytiga lets talk INK

OK, like I mentioned I’ve gotten my new Tatt.  I thank all of you who emailed and voted but I had to redesign.  For more than three decades I’ve known my totem is the crow.  Minutes before I had the ink applied to my fore arm by Doug Auld I redesigned and he embellished as the artist that he is.  I added a crow. Doug added the art.

So what’s the big deal about a tattoo to someone fighting the Effing Evil Empire?  Permanent ink on your body is powerful.  How many of you are wishing you didn’t have a heart and Judith or Georges dog Jethro tattooed to your bicep.  Powerful stuff marking your body is.

If you are a radiation patient such as me you have lots of tattoos.  Certainly not works of art but they mark you as a cancer patient.  Ink your body and it defines you in that time and gives you strength in that time.  I recently was inked for strength.

Anyone that has read this blog knows I call our disease the Evil Empire and when I’m really angry I go beyond PG13 and say Fucking Evil Empire.  Someone more PC than I came up with Effing Evil Empire for my cancer and all others.  Nerd mathematical me thought “Oh wow that’s E³”  I know I know...Nerd

Then, as I'm a firm believer in symbolism I decided to incorporate E³ and my totem onto my right arm where they [medical], as my wife calls it, “shit” they pump into my right arm.

I will tell you this now.  Whatever God you believe in…do it.  If you believe in a little fuzzy bunny…do it.  Whatever.  I know that the minute I had this Tatt put on, one I’d been thinking about for months, it rocked me.  I can feel it. I was mentally empowered. The Tatt will help me visualize how to defeat this cowardly disease.

The point.  Grab onto what you believe.  Doesn’t have to be a Tatt.  Doesn’t have to be a Bible.  It could be a cool rock you picked up at the river [I have one of those too], a piece of shell from the beach JUST grab and believe.

Just grab and believe.

Talk to you later.