....I couldn't avoid him. I couldn't lie nor pretend. The look told him everything. "What?!" he asked "Not good" I replied.
My name is Alenka. I am a native of Slovenia, living in Lake Tahoe California and La Ventana Bay in Mexico with one husband, four grown children, three growing grandchildren, and one magnificent golden retriever Monty.
I write here, there and everywhere in— between about anything that inspires me, makes me mad or sad or preferably, about what makes my heart sing with joy.
....I couldn't avoid him. I couldn't lie nor pretend. The look told him everything. "What?!" he asked "Not good" I replied.
I got my diagnosis today. I am not dead yet but I have FUCKING CANCER! And I want to scream to everyone in the world: ”I HAVE FUCKING CANCER! I am SCARED, BEWILDERED, PISSED OFF!
... Dogs and animals in general posses pure intuition that us humans on many levels either lost or are unable to tap into and are afraid to trust. We over think, over analyze and complicate our lives. Animals just feel and react accordingly.
Your friends' way of coping is that they definitely want to help and do things for you. Let them. I don’t know why, but they all want to feed you. Yes, food is comforting to make and to receive, but eating was the last thing on my mind.
“OK, fine, tell me what you think you have!” “ You sure you want to hear it?” he says, building on the suspense. “Oh please, just tell me will you!” I answer exasperated
...You must be scared, I am scared for you. I am scared for both of us. I have been in denial. It's not possible that you, my big, strong, beautiful man can have this. This fucking