I am an ex-urbanite who escaped the city life and has lived for the past 29 years in a rural, mountainous area of southwestern Virginia that in colonial and early-American times was part of the "Backcountry." This is the true melting pot of the U.S.A., its culture and traditions dominated by "born fighting" Scotch-Irish immigrants and enhanced by German, Highland Scot, Dutch, Welsh, and yeoman English settlers. Having absorbed and inculcated the history, values and views of the Backcountry, I would like to share information and insights from the place where America began. - - Jay Henderson
"My weariness amazes me . . . ." - - Bob Dylan ("Mr. Tambourine Man").
“The law often allows what honor forbids.” - - Bernard-Joseph Saurin, French lawyer, poet, and playwright.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010 at 11:45PM ;)
Today is Wednesday, which is the day for chemo . . . hold on; I seem to be caught in some sort of endless feedback loop. Like the movie "Groundhog Day," maybe. Only I'm not a reporter and there's no rodent involved . . . . Anyhow, it was a full-course chemo day, four hours in The Rack, and I'm a bit on the surly and, obviously, paranoid side.
Despair not; there are better screeds in progress.
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So sorry to hear you're still going through chemo. But at least you're still around to talk about it. I'll keep you in my prayers.
ugh, I hate that illustration; I remember reading about the racks when i was young and thought it was so barbaric as is chemo too, my thoughts are with you.