A bad day for the Zush…
I hobbled to the front lawn to get the mail, only to hear Kasia fighting Zush in the house.Jim wasn’t here, and I couldn’t get in quick enough to break them apart.When I got back in as quick as my cellulitis leg could get me in, Zush was bleeding a little under her eye and on the side by her ear.
It’s sad because she probably didn’t deserve it; she had to endure the trauma.She looks little like Petey from Little Rascals.She’s cleaned up and has neosporin on it.Kasia has been separated from her for a few hours and then we let her come back in.I guess I am going to have to referee them for the duration of being stuck him, but God moves in mysterious ways.We’ll have to police them and separate them when we are not here.
Please throw a good thought out for my girls, because they could use it.
Fortunately, today is my Saturday.
The girls and I have cut our walk short to watch Pope Francis at the White House.
My buddy Kathy, who fostered Zusher, said maybe I can watch the Pope with Zush and Kasia. Between the prayers I am feverishly working and being electronically near the Pope, well, maybe good things can come.
I am inspired by Pope Francis,in that he is a humble man.I admit I really couldn’t connect with Pope Benedict, and I was fortunate enough to meet Saint John Paul II when he was a cardinal visiting in Doylestown, Pennsylvania in 1965.
Pope Francis’ time in the papacy, during this time of my life, brings me some comfort.It makes me truly feel a little closer to God.
I was fortunate enough to meet him in 1966, when I was in first grade. The Polish band of missionaries, called the Pauline fathers, we building a giant shrine in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, called the National Shrine of Our Lady of Czestochowa, home of the Czarna Madonna in America.He was only Karol Cardinal Wojtyla then.
As I was brought up Catholic and am of Polish heritage, when they made him the Pope, I rejoiced with all Polonia when The Holy Father was installed.I avidly followed his travels,prayed with concern during his attempted assassination, prayed with him as he failed with Parkinson’s disease. I Cried as I was up early watching his funeral.
It goes without saying that I was up at 3 am yesterday morning watching “my” Pope declared Saint.I had a little tear in my eye thinking of my family who would be watching the proceedings in heaven, My dad was five months younger than the Pope so it goes without saying he followed his papacy with interest, and for all I know, he can be rubbing shoulders with him in heaven now.
Saint John Paul II, ora pro nobis.
Everyone, or almost everyone, looks back at different parts of their life at times. I never met anyone who said they didn’t.
Being at middle age, I have parts of my past that, perhaps, I would have done differently. There are choices that would have had different outcomes,..I don’t know, you just go over things and examine the different variables.Please don’t take this the wrong way: I am loving my life and thank God every day for Jim and my girls.
There are times, though, when things or people from the past pop up and you can only wonder, albeit momentarily,what you would have or should have done differently.
I am just happy that I can look back with a twinkle in my eye at my past, be thankful for the experience, and appreciate the fact that it has helped make me who I am today.
with apologies to the Beatles….
I had my first cancer diagnosis 20 years ago today.
I thank God, Charles Dunton, M.D.,currently of Lankenau Hospital, and his protocol
for starters: they got me through it-the chemo, radiation, radiation implant,and
surgeries.The nursing staff of the oncology floor of Jefferson Hospital were also
awesome.Top it off with a supportive family, and I am still here today.