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      So, last night I posted my blog on Facebook and then somehow deleted it.  Not sure how that all happened.  What I wrote was how depressed I was, I received wonderful responses from all of you.  I chatted on line with a dear friend who helped me alot as well.  Sometimes, just saying how lousy I feel makes me feel better, so thank you Kathy Sullivan and EVeryone who responded with incredible kindnesses.  
       I was trying to find the gift in breaking my hip in my last blog and I think it's mostly seeing the kindness so many people have shown me.  That's it.  
       When my father died, several people said, "What are YOU going to do?!!!"  They were not only worried but almost angry with me.  I was working part time and receiving disability and I guess that was not enough. Well, I'm doing it.  I am living my life the best I can like everyone else.  
      What I have been forced to do for a while now is ask for help.  I think that's fine.  Giving someone a chance to help is a beautiful thing.  
      My sadness comes at times when I see others achieve their dreams and realize I have yet to achieve mine.  I have a hard time looking on Facebook and seeing everyone's life.  I have difficulties figuring out if I am just being a wimp about things or genuinely in physical distress.  And that's been my dilemma now for 33 years.  And then Kathy reminded me that we are not our bodies.  I would add that we are not our achievements either.  
       Having said that,  in the last two years since the cancer diagnosis, I have accomplished way more than before.  I got off my ass more.
       So, thank you one and all for your thoughtful words last night.  I was ready to pack it all in and pull the covers over my head until something good happened.  Instead, I told you the truth and you sent love.