Circus Invasion

 My cancer treatments this past year have left me without my dignity. My private parts discussed and viewed and radiated and violated by human hands and medical dildos. My bladder has been catheterized and injected full of bovine virus. The BCG bovine injections have me running to the toilet, 2 hours after they are given and I don't always make it in time. Stinging, burning, screaming, crying, humiliating. While undergoing the BRCA radiation treatments for my endometrial cancer last year, the male doctor shoved the dildo device incorrectly into my vagina, leaving me in agony. It took a kind nurse, to position my body in such a way, so that I was not in pain. Then, for several minutes I had to lie on the table while the radiation pulsated inside of my most intimate area. Is it any wonder my last painting looks like this?

This circus area has been invaded and is crying out for compassion and love.

Sold and Framed!!!

I sold a small painting last week - while the money from the sale has helped with finances a bit, the real joy, for me, is seeing the artwork framed and displayed. I have NEVER seen one of my pieces so gloriously framed, before. It makes me feel legitimate. What a gift to see!!! Look!!!

Cool, right? This feels incredible! 

New Decision - I AM DONE WITH CANCER TREATMENTS

 I have been in extreme agony all afternoon, due to a bovine toxin cancer treatment on my bladder. This is the 3rd of 6 treatments and they are supposed to get worse from here. The doctor will be consulted to see if the treatment can be made less stringent. But, I think I am DONE. FINISHED. NO MORE CANCER TREATMENT.

I will live what time I have left, and maybe it will be years or decades, without oncological treatment. I've endured 2 open heart surgeries, 5 separate cancers, 1 broken lumbar vertebra and one pulmonary embolism that hospitalized me for 8 or 9 days. I'm DONE.

I'm painting again and have found music again and and enjoying my little life here in Peopletown. I will not stand for the cruelty of cancer therapy. It is agonizing and I don't have anybody to care for me, nor do I want to be a burden. I was so thrilled to reach age 60. I want it to be as happy as it can be. Despite the pandemic etc. etc. 

So, that is my new decision. Love you all. Peace Out.

East Coast Snow

 While it snowed a LOT in Northern New Mexico, we'd get sunny days in between storms. The snow would melt and create what is known as "mud season". Here in "Peopletown", in the mountains of the middle of Pennsylvania, winter sets in and grows roots. Of course, they deal with the snow in a precision tag-team effort. I'm fascinated by the comings and goings of backhoes and dump trucks. An entertaining way to spend a gloomy post-blizzard afternoon, while flurries still fall.