It isn’t gone.

It mat never leave.

It PROBABLY won’t ever leave.

But the fog IS lifting.

The lifting of the fog comes with working together for a common goal.

it would have been a thousand time easier to have won each battle and just had my way.

It would have been so much easier. But not necessarily better.

Maybe couples would have to be kinder in the split and stop to think of other circumstances if they had been in situations like mine.

Being through years of years of cancer at Peyton’s side, through these years of strokes, coma, therapy, recovery, building, growing I have learned to never hesitate at TRUE HAPPINESS.

there is a difference between a GOOD TIME and TRUE HAPPINESS and you know them when you have them.

But I have also learned to basking in TRUE HAPPINESS does not mean ignoring the circumstances.

It really is as trite as that saying: EXPECT THE BEST BUT PLAN FOR THE WORSE.

Peter ans I don’t live in a theoretical world of single parenthood.

We live in it, VERY REAL, EVERY DAY.

We had to cool our jets, let go of our tempers and start working as the team we’ve always been.

Even though we can’t be a couple anymore, we still make one hell of a parenting team.

I told her what to write “What IS Great About Being In The Hospital“.

I don’t remember the whole thing, but I do remember that one of the things on my list was “gravy”.

Bless their hearts.

There was gravy on everything.

That was the first thing thing I was pushed to “write”.

It was hard.

To put the words together.

To make sentences that msde sense.

To know why I KNEW it was funny, but I was supposed to make others think it was funny too.

Part of me wanted to just give up.

This was TOO hard.

Some parts have gotten easier with time.

In some respects the writing is just as hard as it was that day in the hospital.

I read what others can produce and I feel jealous.

It’s the words that feel trapped inside because I have such limitations.

How sad that it isn’t their ability to walk or use both hands that cause my heart to hurt the most.

photo credit

They’re hard to explain, so I thought maybe these pics would help.

1. I’m having surgery to fix the lazy eye.

2. I’m having surgery to remove hairs that lay on my eyeball.

3. I’m having surgery to fix an eyeball that spasms.

These surgeries are all on the same day and out-patient procedures.

Questions?

I saw THINGS with the  eye of what it would look like in a frame.

But at my core, I loved to shoot pictures of people.

I would follow people, catch the not-typical photo and capture this GLIMPSE into their soul.

I loved pictures.

I DO love pictures.

I know there are pictures on Twitter and Facebook.

But for someone who had the joy of photography taken away, the ability to lose myself in the craft of others is enthralling.

Thank you, G+ and Pinterest, for making it simple and easy to  bask in their talented light.

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