I was brought up in Cleveland, Ohio by parents whose education stopped at the eighth grade. They were both the oldest of huge families, and when their dads died they had to get full time jobs to help support their siblings. To compensate for that lack of education, they read to us daily and were meticulous about their children’s grammar and diction. The only thing I heard more than ‘stand up straight’ was ‘enunciate clearly!’ That was my first big word: enunciate. After college when I followed my then boyfriend South, my mother almost died. She was worried that the relaxed Southern drawl and grammar would crowd out everything she had worked so hard to instill in me.
It did. I took to the South like the ol’ duck to water. My two most Southern experiences were: 1. Driving across Alabama from Atlanta, Georgia where I lived at the time to Starkville, Mississippi to visit my friends Tracie and Bubba. When I returned, I didn’t own an ending ‘g’. And no more pms for me: I was fixin’ to start. Everyone in Mississippi was so wonderful, why would I not want to sound like them? I didn’t plan it; it just happened. Language is culture, right?
Number two was when I evacuated recently with my best friend and her two year old from Charleston, South Carolina where I live to a small rural community outside of Savannah, Georgia. We were at her brother’s house down a dirt road with its chicken coop. Harris is probably one of the best hosts I’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting. One night at dusk my friend’ two year old was chasing frogs and needed my help. Believe me, never did I imagine myself at the age of 67 getting ready to crawl up under a pickup truck on a farm surrounded by chickens to catch a frog! I’m sure it was a sight to behold. The event ended with the frog urinating down the front of my young friend’s shirt as he held the poor frog too tightly! Ew.
I don’t want that to end. It’s of no importance to me that I have bone marrow cancer. Everyone has something, don’t they? Yes, I fulfill my treatment. I eat well and work out. I take my CBD oil. Without all of that, I’m just a cranky ol’ thing! With or without cancer, I couldn’t ever have imagined myself sliding up under a truck after a frog. The CBD oil helps to make that possible. When you’ve used your body as hard as I have throughout your life, there are bound to be some aches and pains at this point with or without a disease.
Right now at this stage of my cancer treatment, I have to be vigilant. There is pain. I use a CBD patch, extract, moisturizer, and salve. Okay, full disclosure: the last two are for pretty skin, too. We do what we have to do to make our lives worth living. I hope your days are as exciting as mine!