My Happy Holiday Home Tour
2 days ago
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
The wrong time and the wrong place
At the same time the residents of Hanford, Washington are coming forward with information about the devastating effects of radiation exposure, I am lying on a table in Seattle, Washington, tattoos aligned with the redlines shooting from a machine, allowing radiation to be poured into my body. I know without a doubt that in the future there will be a better, safer treatment. I am a child of my time. Really glad it's not leeches!
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Thinking of you today, Princess!
I am glad I came here today so that I can rally my energies to lift up your spirits!!!!! Please fly like the dragonflies to lovely vistas.
Thinking of you
and sending everything good..
I still have my radiation tattoos. They will never fade.
Today the signs of survival are welcome. I wear them with pride.
Six weeks of being slotted into the machine daily weren’t much fun and radiation did some damage to the other organs it penetrated on its way to the big bad intruder, but hey, I’m alive. What’s not to like. (That’s hindsight)
Wishing you courage.
It's not as bad as it used to be. Don''t forget to put lotion on both sides of you. They forgot to tell my boss about that detail.
Your perspective charms me and I send you healing thoughts and a surge of energy to combat "The Lad" as we term that invader in Ireland.
XO
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