Connections!

Wow, what an audience. I think I am going to like have a readership. I had a friend who choose to die a couple of years ago because they wanted to cut off both of her hands, and she was an artist. So she designed her funeral and had a one-man art show! If they fry my brain, as my not so delicate husband says, I won't be able to continue this, so I hope they don't.
Don't worry about Sydney's crudeness. It is only on the surface. When my son died in Portland, after the autopsy Sydney brought the cremains home in a box. He walked in and said, "That is absolutely the last time I am going to haul your kid back and forth to Portland."
This is how you get radiation. You go into a nice, painted blue, calm room with a long metal table which has what looks like a huge white spearmint candy up by the head of the table. The helpers, all friendly and nice, put a huge wedge under my knee so my back wouldn't give out. Then a gal put a wet, fishnet looking piece of plastic on my face and dried it to conform to me. They marked a couple of spots, left the room and took pictures through a window, etc. The next time I came the mask was dry. They put it on, screw it to the table so you can't more and leave the room. The spearmint thing rolls around and little red and green lights dance for about 4 minutes and then your done. Every day for 3-4 weeks. I'm told my hair will go after about 3 weeks, Maybe for Easter. Anyone know how to paint Ukrainian eggs?
The other night I went to the casino, by myself, to zone out. I was playing a game with three fish, if all three fish light up with your chosen numbers, you get six times pay. I would lose all but about two nickles and then win enough to play for a while more. This went on and on and I begin to think about life and death and how we get a little extra time to play some more and then it begins fading away again, and then the fish light up and hope is restored, and then down again. As I began to realise I was eventually going to lose I rationalized I could put more money in the machine, but then I knew that I would eventually run out of money, and life.
While I was in the bathtub the other day, shaving my legs, I looked at my lovely leg and thought "I hate to lose my vehicle" My grandmother made remarks about my huge legs when I was 14 and I have hated them ever since. I apologized to them the other night.
I won't write everyday, well I might, but you have other things to do, so catch up when you can. CAROL