Open links in secondary window

Ramblings from a Southern liberal, Boomer, single parent, grandmother, reunited birthmother, cancer survivor, pop-culture observer, retired teacher

Most dramatic lymphoma posts are from June 2002 - February 2003 archives.

Email Joy Durham at

Welcome! Please sign my guest map or guest book. And Comment!!

[my collaborative other blog] MUTUAL ADMIRATION BLOG

[Adoption Blogs & Books]
Adoption Search Blog
First Parents
The Same Smile
The Daily Bastardette
The Guide to Search and Reunion
My Reunion with Kathy

My Family and Friends

Sign In - Plant a Flag!

Free Guestmap from Free Guestmap from

View My Guestbook
Sign My Guestbook


moon info

My Amazon Wish List
[For anyone who wants to buy me a gift or discuss what we like.]

[ Reading & Entertainment ]

Blogroll Me!

Cost of the War in Iraq
(JavaScript Error)

<< current

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

--Theodore Roethke


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Thursday, July 17, 2008  

I was worried about Charlie (Berry Blog) since his last email was Sunday evening. He mentioned that he was in so much pain that the only relief he could get was lying completely still. We're in touch every day, but I didn't think much about it Monday since he loves summer and being outside. His flowers are all blooming and beautiful, and he enjoys them so much. Well, when I got home yesterday, there was a message from Charlie on my phone. Thank goodness! He is in the hospital with excruciating pain, but they haven't found the cause. Their latest theory is that it's a muscle strain that can be treated with meds and physical therapy. I hope that's all it is. I was concerned and knew something was wrong or he'd have been in touch - especially after hearing about Mae.

I was going to call him if I hadn't heard anything when I got home and was so thankful for that message. I called him back and we talked a while. Get well, Charlie!


I just talked to Charlie, who is still in the hospital. They finally diagnosed him with pancreatitis. They'd thought perhaps a kidney stone and other things but figured this out and have him on medication for it. It seemed to me that it couldn't have been a muscle strain for them to keep him in the hospital this long. It's miraculous enough that he got to stay this long the way insurance companies are. Maybe Medicare is better about that. I'll know before too long. Anyway, he sounded good and will be released tomorrow.

Pancreatitis can be serious and dangerous, so I'm glad they kept him in the hospital long enough to determine that's what it is and are treating it.

Charlie lives in Maine and retired from teaching last year. We've been good friends after meeting in the NEA section of AOL back in the early days. I think we've known each other for around 16 years or so. Several years ago I went to see him when I also visited friends in Andover, near Boston.

I'm glad he'll be back home to enjoy his flowers and the summer heat. He has friends and neighbors who will check on him. Be sure to leave him some comments here or on his blog!

3:30:00 PM

is powered by Blogger.
Weblog Commenting by