Okay, it's been many moons since I've made a post. Wanna know how I can tell? Yes, besides checking the date of my last post.... This here new Blogger setup has my eyes wanting to screw up and around. I can rub my forehead and ask "WHY?!" or I can get over it.
I really did mean it when I last wrote of how badly I wanted to get back to blogging in general. I'm just trying to figure out HOW to incorporate it into my everyday life. It seems I've figured it out a bit today. We can all thank this site and this site.
Why can we thank Scrapbook.com? They hosted a kick-keester National Scrapbook Day on May 5th. I was blessed by a good husband and loving MIL (who nabbed m'boy at the first syllable) so that I could participate in the day's activities. And, I won a VERY awesome package. It arrived on my doorstep this past Monday:
If you're a lover of crafty goodness, you probably know exactly how awesome this quick pic is. In the bottom left is an art journal. I was geeked because, two night prior to touching all this delight, I went down a rabbit hole of artsy/inky/painty/stencily wonder. I decided I wanted to try this concept of art journaling. I'm thinking that book was a sign that surely, I must!
And so I have!
This is one of the blank calendar pages in the album. Initially, I used it to fill in important doctor's appointments, m'boy's school events, etc. Then, the month progressed, but my cancer treatments did not.
For anyone who is just joining this blog in progress, here's the breakdown:
April 1, 2011, I learned I had stage four cancer. Donkey balls, I know.
April 8, 2011, I had a plan of attack -- turned out to be about eight months of wicked chemo.
February 24, 2012, I got a brand new purty scar (named her Irene), as they removed the main tumor.
April 23, 2012, I returned to battle the remaining cancer with recommended radiation and chemo.
See that cute lil playing card with the seven? That's how many treatments of radiation I've received so far. I'm supposed to have 28. Had the door never broken for two days; a flood not have wiped out the roads; and my whites and platelets stayed up, I would have received treatment number...seventeen today.
*sigh* I feel frustrated; but my doctor's don't. That's what this page is mostly about. With the prompt from A Year in the Life an Art Journal; I am trying to remember to bloom where I am planted. I may have hit a brick wall in my progress. I may have been told A LOT lately to Regressa, Ud. Manana (Come Back Tomorrow). Damnit all if I'm not trying to bloom. Monday, I helped my mother plant flowers around the house -- though not the ones on the page -- pretty salmon geraniums and impatients that glimmer in the sun. Since then, I've been trying my hand at art.
And now, it is time to get m'boy from school and see what adventures he'd like to take on today.
As always, if you did, thanks for reading.
How will you bloom today?
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