You'll have the best lemonade ever, Nancy. You're attitude is amazing!
They say "things come in 3s." Here's hoping the branch was number 3, and you're done with lemons.

shortshot80)Nancy, Sometimes my attitude needs adjusting. Sometimes I wish I could cry, But, all my life I have been told that crying just stuffs up your nose and you get a sore throat. So I have always stomped off (strong) talking to myself, with no good answers. I still
do that sometimes. Go outside and do "HeavY" work of some sort till all the feelings are gone. For better or worse, I have never hit my kids when they were young, or anyone else when I'm stomping! It's hard for me to talk to a "doc" of any kind about my feelings. I do have a appointment tomorrow to try to "talk". Will see how that goes. All the doc's tell me that it's ok to cry, yeah! right. Doesn't happen very often, even now with the cancers that is roaming through my body. Of course I should not lift anything heavy (I know that, I'm an old lady) but when the emotions get tense, I do things sometimes and then maybe if I hurt some I can cry. I'm sure my doc tomorrow would like to read this. They would probably throw the key away. "Such is life in the tall tall timber! Nancy

2shortstop80 - Nancy I have always been like you and didn't allow myself to cry. My situation is much different from yours but I do allow myself to cry in private these days. They tell me it helps - not sure but can't seem to stop myself. Take care of you an remember that you have friends you don't even know - cheering you on and saying many prayers and sending good vibes your way. Wish I could to more. Trish

I don't like to cry either, it makes your nose red and doesn't change anything. So I do what others are telling you...I find something to do, to release my frustration, my fear, and my anger. It's okay to stomp off sometimes. Doesn't make you a bad person and works as a release valve. We all have those days. Hang in there, my e-friend.

shortshot80 Nancy) sometimes I picture the "giants in the little story "Jack & the beanstalk" stomping across the sky, tearing across the tearing things up,. It helps to a certain extent. At least it takes my mind of a lot of things for a while. Nancy

What a fun way to talk about crying - your nose gets red! Love it. I have found something to do to occupy my mind - I have having the interior of my house completely repainted which makes lots of work for me emptying closets and then putting things back together again. Doing it in phases and the first phase should be finished tomorrow other than the art work. So I can look forward to a weekend of putting things back in place.
We open our hearts on this site and I want to share a very good thing that happened to me today - a very rough day for some reason. I was in my kitchen an the tears started flowing, one of my painters walked in and saw me crying and said "I'm a hugger and you look like you need a hug". this sweet young man - probably in his 20't, standing 6'2" or so walked over and just said "It's OK to cry". Now I am 75 and we hear mainly about the bad things our young people do - I just wanted to share this random act of kindness from someone who is hired to work in my house. It made me feel like my grandson was here giving me his special "gramma" hug.

An angel in disguise. Thank you for sharing that story.

Thank you for sharing. We all need a hug now and then. It seems that young man was in the right place at the right time. Now to get my hug.

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Vshortshot80 ) Nancy...Hello everyone. This last weekend has been a crazy weekend. Last Friday June 16 I had my last radiation. So my appt was at 10 am, finished this a had to wait for the Doctor. He wanted to see me.He checked me over, Gave me a "Diploma" for finishing all my sessions. Told me he would call my cancer doctor and then after discussions will call me and tell me what will happen now. So we drove home 65 miles. Arrived home fixed a quick lunch. I was really tired. My husband (89) wanted to take a shower. He went into the bathroom, cut his depend off and caught his catheter with the sissors, and the catheter fell out. Well we called his nurse who drove about 45 miles to get here. She tried four times and could not get it in. So told us that she called the emergency room at the hospital and for us to go there now. Away we go. Arrived in the emergency room and three nurses tried to put the catheter in ans failed. So now the doctor comes in and tries to get it in and he can't do it ether. So tells us he will try to get the urologist for us on Monday. Now Bob has a new depend on with a pad to catch the blood that was happening while everyone was trying to put the catheter in. So Bob jr, oldest son who lives with us to do the driving and what ever else. Anyway calls # 2 son Randy who lives close to the hospital to come and get me and take me home, after five hours at the hospital. I was really tired after everything that happened. Well # 3 son Richard was here at the house with his two friends Jerry & Dave. Dinner time.....So I had hamburger in the refrigerator. So Richard got busy and started cooking spaghetti for dinner. Now dinner is over, time is about seven. Dinner over, get the dogs outside,
I want to bed. Went into the bathroom, Wow! Another job to do is to mop up all the urine. Finished that job, bucket of hot purex water.
Now it is Monday morning, have called the doctor at 8am. 10:30 now and still have' not heard anything. If I thought a beer or drink would help my attitude at this point I would take the whole bottle, but that won't help, Prayers at this point is better. Just got hold of the doctor,, Bob jr us taking Bob Sr in to the doctor. Not only the catheter he is having a problem with his oxygen this morning. So driving 25 miles to the doctor and back. I will guard the phone the rest of the day. Note: we live in not quite the boondocks, but 25 miles either direction from a hospital. But we are happy and that is all that counts. Nancy