If you can't say something nice...

y other told me that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.  She also reminded me to keep a dime taped in my shoe so I could use a pay phone, carry a clean hankie and always wear clear underwear in case I ended up in the emergency room.    I can guarantee ER personnel have never noted the state of my undergarments.

I have not written since summer.  I have nothing nice to say.  I am a mess of tubes and bags.  I need help to help me function through my day.  Yet I remain.  I am so grateful for that.  Tonight I added some older Mandalas and cartoons onto my page.  They can tell the tale.  Other than dying, life is good, so there is that. 

I have hundreds of Mandalas.  If you would like to purchase one arrange a video call with me and I would be happy to help you find the perfect one.

What I know for sure that things continue to change all the time, you can count on that.  Better or worse what is happening today will not be exactly my experience tomorrow.  I choose good.  I choose life.  I am getting a tattoo  that says "Never the Less, she Persevered"