Every winter a family of rats has to work extra hard to find food. The humans lock down the lids on their garbage cans. But the Raccoons can open the lids with no problem but they don’t like to share. So the Rat family would wait for the left overs or some times they would find ways to make enough noise to wake up the humans and scare off the Raccoon family. After the humans checked out the disturbances and when to the humans went back to bed the Rat family would get the food they need to servive.
The rats know that they can’t stand toe to toe with the physically superior raccoon and live to tell the tail, so they out think the Raccoons.
The last half of 2016 was extremely hard for my wife and I. I was diagnosed with Unilateral adult malignant optic nerve glioma. For all who don”t know this is a condition that tends to be fatal for the patent. In the best case sonario the patent goes blind in an average of two years. Gor an artist like me, that is more vexing than death. For those who don’t know, I do all of the illustrations for my books and blogs.
My breathing has become dificult and for a time I was having caughing fits that caused me to vomit uncontrollably. The constant vomiting and empty stomach caused ulcers that translated to my vomiting blood because that was all that was in my stomach. I would not even wish this kind of pain on a Democratic Socialist Liberal piece of s*** scum who probably deserves it. Trust me, it hurt and Kansa was having to watch me starve to death.
She held it together until I was out of the woods, than she fell apart and hand a mental breakdown. Between the two of us we only worked 6 months last year. Hear is to the Hope and Prayer that things will be better this year.
I think I dodged a bullet regarding the tumor but I still have a fear of the beast waking up again. I have not voiced this to Kansa but the fear is always with me. I was invited to a cancer support group that is sponsored by the V.F.W. in Portland every Friday at 13:30 hours. I went today and this old man stood up and told his story. Wow how it hit home.
It had may as well been me standing up there. “The DOD took over 40 years to admit the A-bomb test had been linked to my Leukemia or that my children mite have been born with defects, due to the radiation I was exposed to. But they did.” The old man said in a soft polite voice. “My cancer has been it and out of remituon 6 times. It is back, only this time I don’t have the strengh to fight.”
The room was quiet as the old man struggled to fight a loosing battle with his tears and still gather his thaughts.
“I don’t know how long I will still be coming to these groups, but I need you to know that the doctors I worked with did all that they could to improve my quality of life. I was able to raise three wonderful children and spend time with my family. The DOD doesn’t always, if ever do right by those of us who servered, but the support that I received from the American public helped me stay alive while our slimy political figures tried to hide the fact that they killed thousands of American soldiers just to test a bomb that would never be used. I want to thank all of you for your services and ask you to keep supporting eachother. Thank you.”
I left after the old man sat down so I could get back home and put a lasagna in the oven, so it would be done by the time Kansa gets home. If I have to fught like the old man did than let it bet so my wife understands how much I lover her.