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“You cannot tailor-make the situations in life but you can tailor-make the attitudes to fit those situations.” ~Zig Ziglar

 

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There comes a point in one’s life when it all goes down to reminiscing, remembering the past and some golden dreams.

Those times when your kids were just babies and you were learning how to change diapers and make “hele-hele”  while singing out of tune and discovering to your delight that you could compose  a particular tune right there, waiting for them to close their eyes and sleep.

Those times when you went up the stage every end of the school year to accompany your kids to receive recognition awards and medals.  You were so proud that they were so responsible in their studies.

That one particular afternoon when one of your daughter’s professors called you up over the phone just to say that deliberation was over and that your daughter will be graduating Magna Cum Laude.   You cried and jumped in joyful thanksgiving that she made it to that much coveted Latin honors.

The first time they shared their paychecks with you and said “let’s go out and celebrate Ma”.  Music to your ears.  And the following days when they would just say,  “let us do the grocery shopping Ma, just make a list of the things you need”.  Those days when you would watch movies together or just stay at  home doing a marathon of Prison Break until 3am. Those times playing couch potato with your daughter while waiting for her  final interview for  a new job, watching Korean movies on DVD.  Can’t forget the laughter and the crying sessions we had together.

The day that your daughter got married and you were happy and at the same time sad that she’ll be residing in another place and you won’t get to see her every day. Her excited voice  saying “are you ready to be a grandma?” a few months later and you were so excited you can’t wait. You were just as excited seeing a sonogram a few months after.

The joys of finally seeing your grandson and discovering that you like the sound of being a Nonna. The days in between, the happy days of discovery while your grandson  is growing up to be a smart, intelligent and a loving young boy.  The phone calls when you can’t see each other, the hi and hello, the how are you, the I miss you, the shouts of joy saying “I love you Nonna” and you shouting back saying “I love you too baby”.  The excitement in your daughter’s voice while sharing a copy of your grandson’s report card in Nursery school. He is doing pretty well with very good and excellent grades.

The simple joys of family life sharing meals together, eating out together, sharing stories,  fun moments playing with the grandson. They are priceless moments indeed.

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I remember my last session of chemotherapy done on a December morning at the UST Hospital Benavidez Cancer Institute.  It was a Tuesday, the  Feast of the Immaculate Conception.  My medical oncologist called it my graduation.  Graduation from six cycles of chemotherapy and oral chemo drugs, graduation from the pain brought by the IV injected every three weeks, graduation from various laboratory tests before each cycle of chemo. But it did not end there. I have to go back to my surgical oncologist for regular check-up until five years ago when I totally lifted everything up to God that I am truly cured  and well.  It was a nice feeling to be able to pick up and do regular routines without  having to worry about one’s health, without having to worry about doctor and hospital visits. I hate hospitals. I can’t stand waiting too long outside a doctor’s office with other patients who have their own stories to tell.   Seeing other patients is depressing enough.

When you are sick, sometimes depression sets in but your belief and faith that you will be cured  of your illness helps to combat those feelings. When you believe that you will get well, you will.  I started this blog sharing a bit of what I went through more than seven years ago. I wonder sometimes about those friends I met here who underwent the same journey as I did. Where are they now? I haven’t heard from them for quite a while.  There was a time when some of my posts would be full of sharing about their plights as cancer patients and survivors or some members of the family sharing about it. I miss those because I would want to know how they are now.

Some people say things happen for a reason. I believe though that God allows us to feel the pain of being sick so we’ll get closer to Him. It’s when you are at your lowest that God lifts you up. I remember those lines from  Footprints in the Sand:

One night I had a dream…

I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord, and Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; One belonged to me, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of my life flashed before us, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that many times along the path of my life, There was only one set of footprints.

I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life This really bothered me, and I questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, You would walk with me all the way; But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, There is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why in times when I needed you the most, you should leave me.

The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child. I love you, and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you.

These word often  remind me  to be always grateful for even the smallest blessing that happens in my life.

In times of our needs, we must look back and remember,  He was walking along with us, carrying us in His shoulder.  The times we thought we were alone, the times we thought we carried  the burden, the times we thought we were so helpless with things which we can’t avoid, the times of need, I believe those were the times He carried us through.

 

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I am grateful.

I am grateful to all those online friends who are following my blog and posting comments to my posts, and to those who click  “like” regularly too.  There is a feeling of warmth when you see people reacting, commenting and liking your thoughts.  I always say that sometimes the  “muse” goes on leave for a while and you can’t think of anything to write about. You have written about your one remaining dog, and your  cat and your garden and the blooms you are now enjoying. You have written about how it feels to be alone in your thoughts  and how happy you are to have your family around. You have written about  discovering new blogs and seeing those lovely places that they share.

It makes me smile.

It makes me smile to read the adventures and experiences of other bloggers, how they love sharing anything under the sun. It makes me smile to reach out and exchange thoughts with them. It makes me smile just being here. I have always said time and again that blogging has become a way of life. It has become part of the daily grind that we call life. When things get a little upsetting, I blog.  When things get a little stressful, I blog too. When things make me happy, I share it in cyberspace.   Our thoughts and actions define how we feel, how happy we are. Happiness comes naturally when we cultivate friendship in our own small way. It comes naturally when we interact with other people and make them smile too in the process. Little acts of kindness, some compassionate words to make one happy.

It gives meaning to my life.

Some of  you won’t probably agree on this one. Blogging for me is now a habit I can’t break, one good habit to journey through.  It’s been more than seven long years of blogging. It has somehow change my perspective, the way I see things through other bloggers’ eyes.

How is your blogging journey?

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Happy New Year and Merry Christmas!  New Year in the Catholic liturgical calendar begins each year with  the season of Advent.

Today is the first Sunday of Advent. We went to mass early and it was cold outside. There was this early morning breeze  while we walked  the distance from our house to the subdivision gate and from the tricycle terminal to the church.  Advent season which begins today and  ends on December 24  lets us  prepare ourselves to receive God’s gift of Jesus. It is a time of “getting ready” for the celebration of Christmas.

advent-wreath-editThe four candles represent  the four Sundays in preparation for  Christmas. The purple color has traditionally been the color symbolizing repentance and fasting.The first purple candle is the Candle of  Hope, the second one is the Candle of Preparation while the fourth purple candle is the Candle of Love. The third candle which is lighted on Gaudete Sunday is called the Candle of Joy. Pink is a joyful color.

November is coming to a close, gently folding its leaves to welcome the cold December days. Ah, the joys of waiting for Christmas! The joys of waiting for the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.

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Haha, this is hilarious.

I am presently reading two books by former Sen. Miriam Santiago entitled Stupid Is Forever, her take on politics, love, her life as a  senator of the land, her quips on her enemies. and about life itself. She used to be so outspoken, sometimes even sarcastic in front of her colleagues in the Senate but she definitely made sense. She was a top-notch lawyer, an intellectual.

Here are some of the quotes lifted from her two books.

When people say that the art of politics is the art of the possible, they mean the art of speculation, calculation, intrigue, secret deals and pragmatic maneuvering.

I know of a politician who is so windy that he can give mouth-to-mouth  resuscitation by telephone.

Miss kutsara ka ba? Kasi papalapit ka pa lang napapanganga na ako.

Question: What is the plural form of rice?  Answer: Extra rice🙂

Marriage is when a man and a woman become as one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.

We are really, really sick. We are morally sick. We are mentally sick. The higher the position, the higher the mental sickness.

Kung may pangit na nagsabing “Pwede bang manligaw?” Sagutin mo. “Sure basta hindi sa akin.”🙂

Some jokes are corny of course, they are mostly written in the vernacular. I love her article on weaponizing social media.  These two books are what we say, “Miriam na Miriam”.  They are a nice change from the usual books that I read.

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Yes, I believe those in their sixties are baby boomers.

It’s been a busy weekend and blogging took a back seat. I would love to blog every day just like before but it is a no go. It’s either one is too lazy to blog or nothing comes out worthy to blog about. I think it is more of the latter  though. Sometimes the muse doesn’t work.  But I am happy that a lot of people have followed my blog lately although when I looked, some blog sites are no longer active and the blogs are already deactivated. Some are written in another language that I can’t understand. Sorry guys, much as I want to follow you back or read your posts,  I am in a bind. Anyway, I did follow some of you and I look forward to reading your posts. It is always a thrill to discover new blogs and writers here at WordPress.

Nate turned four yesterday and my daughter  went on leave from work so she could prepare his small party celebration in school.  She brought along spaghetti, pizza, cake and ice cream for Nate’s classmates.  Seeing their pictures, I think Nate enjoyed the party. Last week, they went on a three-day trip to Subic, Zambales for swimming and to visit Zoobic Safari.   It is always nice to see Nate enjoying those moments at the beach.  There is nothing lovelier than being with your family on a road trip.

The last two days, I’ve been busy gardening again, trimming the carabao grass  while listening to good old music on my small radio outside.  Listening to news, humming along with  70’s and 60’s songs, that’s what life was all about the last two afternoons. It was nice to garden because it was a little windy.  I don’t have much of flowers nowadays except the blooming Crossandras, Santan  and Shamrock.  Our street is looking festive, they just hung lanterns  on lamp posts yesterday and lit them last night.  Beautiful🙂   They even have these Christmas decor on the railings of the sidewalk made of native materials.  Nice🙂

Sidewalk Christmas decor

Sidewalk Christmas decor

My Santan blooms in front of the house.

My Santan blooms in front of the house.

It's otherwise known as  Jungle Geranium.

It’s otherwise known as Jungle Geranium.

I managed to finish two books the past week, some light reading about works  of new authors that I found lately.

How are you all?

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