author3877 To my poetry friends
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I know I haven't been in touch for some time and I hope you will all forgive me. Those of you who know me will remember that I wrote my biography last year and published it before Father's Day, 2015, just after my son Ronnie passed away. If you remember, my son Stevie died of a heart attack 12 years ago and my beloved fiance' Milt died four years ago. Writing my own bio kind of saved my life because it was a tribute to my wonderful parents and to Stevie, Ronnie and Milt and I shared it with my family. I am 86 years old, live alone, and manage to take care of myself without asking for help. Until a few years ago, most of my family, including my sons Bruce and Alan, my four daughters-in-law, 9 grandchildren and 9 (going on 10) great-grandchildren have all moved away, leaving me alone most of the time. However, now I'm beginning to feel like poor Biblical Job, who lost so much. I have a little mark on the bridge of my nose which is hardly noticeable, but turned out to be cancerous. My dermatologist prescribed a medication called Flourouracel which I am applying to my nose twice a day, as directed. Now my once small nose is bright red, itchy and looks like a balloon and I was told that only thing that would help was an ice pack. Everything else makes my skin break out. I can stop using the Flourouracel on Monday (thank God) and have an appointment with the dermatologist three days later. I read up on this medication; it's supposed to draw the cancer to the surface of my skin and then begin to clear. In the meantime, the itching is almost impossible to bear. My father was such a loving, honest man. He died when I was 18 years old, but he taught me so much and he, like all my other loved ones, still lives in my heart. His motto was "God helps those who help themselves," and I try so hard to do that. Still, I ask you to please pray for me. May God bless you. Love, Annette