NO RED DEVIL THIS TIME ROUND .....

 I can’t help but wonder why three times as many people, currently living in Italy, follow my daily posts than do people, currently living in the USA.

Perhaps ‘word of mouth’ is the answer to today’s question, which tends to arouse my curiosity at least once every week .., 

And now that it’s time to leave for my weekly chemo treatment, which, will be comprised of a double whammy of meds in bags, hanging on hooks attached to the top of a pole several feet above my head so that carefully stabilized portions of cortisone and Compazine can drip through tubes into my blood stream ever so slowly via my power port (which was surgically implanted under the skin on the right side of my chest the Friday after Thanksgiving in late November, 2019, in readiness for my first (of three in-patient) 5 day, 24 hour infusions of ‘The Red Devil’, which, following that first 5 day hospitalization came so close to knocking out my 76 year old lights (while barely attacking the tumor) that the only word uttered when current discussion arises of repeating a protocol as punitive as that one proved to be is ‘No! Never! Not!’ (Which happens to be the title of a children’s picture book authored—though not yet published—with my writing partner, Catherine, about a child whose temper is in need of taming just as this second tumor proves in need of eradicating—ASAP.

And just as your curiosity may be aroused by my mention of a tried and true, sure fire plan that tames every temper in the family so as to jump start a peaceful co-existence by calming emotional outbursts before hurtful insults, flying back and forth, shatter all chance of everyone gaining conflict resolution skills, which have need to be mindfully absorbed by the thought processors of good people of every age.

So guess what just popped out of my processor while penning this post?  An ‘if/then’ proposition that goes like this—if you’ll fill the comment box with the main reason you choose to follow my daily posts then I’ll post the story of No! Never! Not! (which proved to be an exclamation uttered by a small but powerful boy in defiance of his mother’s insistence that he control his behavior whenever conflicts arose within their family in hopes that verbal disagreements would stop running wild, back and forth, as quick to anger tongues flung infuriated curve balls into each other’s battered ears ...  ‘Enough!  Enough! Enough!’ yells the mom or dad who insists upon a deeply loved child to stop yelling, right now!  (Hey—doth my power of intuitive thought sense a pattern of ‘flying off the handle’ being passed down from parent to child, who naturally learns by—mimicking?  And might this same, quick to tantrum child begin to mimic consistent change the better on the part of the parent, whose growing sense of self-awareness begins to replace yelling with verbal calming techniques—over time?

Annie (and Catherine)