TheBanyanTree: When Things Come Back

[NancyIee at aol.com]

In a message dated 3/15/2010 2:27:42 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
monique.colver at gmail.com writes:

My  stepmother, bless her tiny little heart, would say, if she were  here,
"You're just lazy. You've always been lazy. Stop whining."  Fortunately she
is not here. Not that I would wish her dead if she were  here, but since she
is dead, I must take my consolation where I  can.



Monique,
 
Oh, hun, I am sorry this has gotten so bad.  But, know this;  You  have NOT 
lost your sense of humor, or your wit in writing.  "F" is, indeed,  a 
debilitating disease.  But, in the time I have known you, I know you are  one 
stubborn gal, and will not let this keep you down.
 
A friend of mine who also suffers from this and I talk about our  
"windowsill days."  Those horrid days when you feel as though you are  sitting on a 
windowsill eight stories up, and it would only take a tiny little  push . . . 
but . .we're still here.  I'm Scottish, and we're just too  damned mean to 
let anything win.  I'm also Welsh, and we're clairvoyant,  and I can see me 
in the future teaching my grandchildren to fly a kite.   And, we also look 
well after our friends.
 
So, consider yourself hugged gently, and I'll read to you a little of  
Sherlock Holmes or some such funny thing.