Still Recovering

Hello friends,
It has been a while since my last post again but I had a lumpectomy by way of "fine wire biopsy" because of a suspicious lump in my left breast. I have survived cancer twice alreay so when there is "something suspicious" they remove it. I am grateful for that. My surgery was June 24 th. and I still to this day am very tender. She had to go quite deep so she said it would take a while.

I also have been having trouble with my heart again. Chest pain, chest pressure, jaw pain. I had this trouble back in 2002 but an Angiogram showed that it was stress related. I am in no doubt that this too is stress related but I am in good (God) hands. I am being set up for a stress test at the hospital and must carry around "nitro-spray"...just in case. I have already used the spray once and I pray that I won't have to again. Be that as it may, I am in God's good hands...0:)

So, with this I will leave you, briefly, until the weather cools because I do not fare well in the heat (nor does my brain). I will return to you with many, many more stories that will hopefully fill you with laughter, joy and love.

Bless you,
Glady

"I Am Still Here"

I just wanted to pop in to let you know that I am still making entries but at this time things are a bit crazy. I also have a face book site with more stories if you feel like browsing for a laugh. It is "Auntie's Column" on the face book pages. Once you go to face book from the internet and if you register you will be able to go in.

I shall return my beloved and faithful readers.

Spring Is Here Again

I have been involved with so many projects that I have not been faithful in my journaling. I was also reading through some comments about people who "blog" and I felt a little shy about returning because it is said that some people feel "bloggers" are 'vane people' with all the writing they do about themselves and their lives and who cares what happens to them anyway. I, in no way, mean to brag about my life. My only intention is in hopes that my writing would maybe touch the heart of even one person and open their eyes to how precious life really is. I love writing and I also find blogging a way to be in touch with people because of disabilities preventing me from venturing outside like I used too. Blogging also brought some beautiful attention to my little friend Kaylanna, the 5 year old girl with cancer.

I must sign off for now in hopes that you will leave me your comments on this subject.
Bless you...and goodnight,
Glady

Can You Help Me?

I am hoping someone passing by here will be able to give me some advice on how to add my blog to the web site so that it can be accessible to the Internet.
Could you please post advice.
Thanks kindly...0:) and remember, "a smile costs nothing but gives everything."
Glady

I'm Back! Thank You Dawn & Pastor Rogers

In

Memory

of

my Dad

March 17 th. 1919-June 25 th. 1970

Peter Harvey Wheeler

I only had my Dad for 16 years. A lot of those years were filled with heart ache because he had a drinking problem. His Father was overseas at war while my Grandmother was in her nineth month of pregnancy with my Dad. Grandpa Wytnick died overseas and my Grandmother's heart died with him. They were so in love. They also had a daughter whom I am named after. Charlie was a friend of my Grandpa Wytnick and he married my Grandmother because she couldn't be on her own with 2 small children. The marriage was okay but then she began having his babies and he took a dislke toward my Dad.

Polio struck my Dad when he was nine years old and his step-dad used to horse-whip my Dad because he was sluggish and not keeping up to his chores. Dad grew up a pretty bitter man. Now he had 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Dad left home and sought a living at sawmills and other odd jobs and then he met my Mother and they married.

Mom & Dad had three girls, my sister Doreen (10 yrs old) and Linda (9 yrs. old). I was 2 years old and do not remember anything. My sister fell ill with a brain tumor and died. This tragedy threw my parents into a tailspin of pain and sorrow. My first memory was at five-years-old when my Dad was very inebreated and he got me out of bed and sat me on the table in front of him and he would look at me and cry, "DOREEN! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE!" I resembled Doreen and he would torture himself during these times. I thought I had done something to Doreen, (whoever she was), and I turned to self anger over the years.

Our life was a mixture of ups and downs...mostly downs. Mom & Dad had three more children after me. They were all boys. Dad seemed to break inside. Mom was angry. She always kept her grief inside her and steamed off in anger when she was drinking. Other than that, she was quiet, very quiet.

My parents had been through so much. My Mom was the oldest daughter of 15 children and a lot was left on her shoulders. In those days you didn't seek help. It was a shame to even think of seeing a Dr. for grief.

My 16 th. birthday was 16 days away. This one afternoon, my Dad stopped by for a visit with me. (Mom and Dad had been separated for about 3 months). Mom walked into the room and they began to fight again...AGAIN! I was so tired of it. I was so sick of it. I loved them deeply and had always tried to get between them and make them happy so that they wouldn't fight. Sometimes it worked...sometimes it didn't.

I got between them and pushed them apart. I could feel my head swirling from the anger & frustration! Dad said

"You're on her side now! You wouldn't care if I killed myself!"

And I screamed out four words that haunted me for 27 years,

"You're not man enough!"

Dad drove into a bridge abutment that night and died the next morning at 6:00 am.

He had struggled all of his life. I often wonder, 'what would it have been like if he had not been horse-whipped'.

(my dad is 9 months old in this pic)

Once, me & my cousin, Marie, locked Dad in the little shed where he kept tools. He didn't say anything for the longest time and then out of this tiny little hole came a little old fashioned oil can...the one that is really little with a long spout on it for working on cars. Anyway, we finally set him free and we all laughed until we almost burst. It was a fond memory for me to see my Dad smile. When he smiled his sky blue eyes sparkled like crystal blue. He was a beautiful man. He was a St. Patrick's Day baby.

I am at peace now, Dad, knowing that you are yet once again celebrating another birthday in Heaven.

"Happy Birthday Dad"

your

loving daughter

Glady

Spring Has Sprung, The Grass Has Riz...

...and I feel like dancing!

Hello everyone! It has been a while since my last entry. A lot has been going on in my life that I am sure you don't want to hear about. Tell me please, is this blog boring to you? It would help me if you would comment on this.

I just want to know if I am in this blog by myself

I just don't want to go any further until I know that it is worth it, okay.

Bye for now and may we meet again!

Glady

"Lonely Valentine Ends On A Happy Note"

"Happy Valentines Day"

I know that it is a little bit early but I am here now and I am not certain when I will be back on. Valentines Day to singles can be a very difficult time. Watching husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, get all cozied up for a dinner out or see a husband buying a dozen red roses and a wife picking out that perfect card that says "I love you" in a special way. How wonderful for them. I love seeing them while they rush about, but there is a dull ache for the empty home I will return to and empty it will be when I arise on Valentine's Day. My daughter is the most thoughtful person I know. She bought me some wonderful stickers for my card making and my favorite chocolate marshmallows and put them in a little heart gift bag. I was so grateful. She will forever be my "most favorite Valentine" for as long as I live. I am not boo-hooing because I do not have a husband, but I am just sharing with you that Valentines Day is a "reminder" to single people that they are single.

Kaylanna is doing better. She will be finished her last proton treatment Feb. 26th. and will be flying home March 03/08. Finally, it will be finished. Please pray that the cancer will NOT return. So far, the proton radiation is preventing growth of the tumor where as the Chemotherapy was shrinking the tumor. Blessed be our little ones. There are so many children suffering in this world. Sometimes at night, during my prayers, I become so overwhelmed with the thought of so many children who are suffering terribly, let alone the other peoples of the world. Oh gosh...my heart just breaks with it.

On a lighter note, I would like to share a story that I found among my pile of saved funnies. I do not know who wrote it but I laughed so hard that I couldn't even see the words!

A resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws, and while there she went to the supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.

One customer who had been in the store for a while became concerned and walked over to her car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.

The man called the paramedics, who broke into her car because she refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head!

A Pillsbury biscuit cannister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise like a gunshot, and the wad of dough shot out of the cannister and hit her in the back of the head! When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

"I don't know about you, but this story cracks me up every single time I read it...and I have read it at least a dozen times!"

Oh how I love to laugh! I guess that is why I like to write about the hysterically funny experiences that have happened in my life. Sometimes I become serious but not often. I must sign off for now.

Until next time...

laugh hard...laugh long!

"So Many Things"

Hello everyone,

I am feeling overwhelmed as to what to do with this blog because it doesn't seem to be getting anywhere. It is not getting a lot of hits and I just don't know what to do to bring the numbers up. All I wanted to do was to share things with you from poetry to heart-felt experiences that (hopefully) will touch you and/or inspire you in some area in your life.

I will pray on this and see where it will bring me. I have enjoyed writing but if no one is reading then what is the sense??? It was said to me a few months ago that "why should anyone be interested in what you write, because it is not like you are well known or anything?" Please comment.

Blessings,
Glady