Two years ago I lost my sister. Ten months ago my body challenged cancer to a rematch. Thank the Lord, I won. In between, I’ve said goodbye to too many people I love and respect while watching countless others suffer. And the candles on my birthday cake 21 days ago numbered 50!
The time has come. I must avoid cliches, like counting chickens before they hatch. Or perhaps I should fall in line with them; pay the piper, face the music, put on my big girl panties, sleep in the bed I made, and stand up and take notice.
Add that new wave thinking to a girl who spent a lifetime getting her self-worth from hard work and what do you get? Paralyzing fear!!! DUH! But after that? I’m not sure but I got some ideas. Stay tuned and we’ll find out together. Think of it as a reality show in print – Joan Without Borders, with one exception; I take suggestions. How does a 50-year-old, “medically frail”, writer mom make the most of ever how many days she has left?