Sharing my Shamrock

Here is my shamrock plant in the morning.
It loves the sunlight and is all perky to meet it.
It seems to say "Top of the mornin to ya!"

Here is shamrock in the evening.
The leaves close up and the flowers droop.
It has tucked itself in for the night.

I love this little plant so much! The pot I have it in is a present from my friend who had surgery. She painted it for me for my 40th birthday. I have had the pot 8 years now. My-my how time flies. Speaking of my dear friend in Maine, she called me tonight. She is home from the hospital!! I wrote her a letter and she got it while in the hospital. She loved it. So glad she is alright and we are both hoping that this is the last surgery she will ever have to have.

As for me, the Danazol gave me terrible mood swings on Saturday. Today is day 3 and I am doing a bit better with it. The hot flashes are annoying, but I am used to them. I am only taking 200 mg. a day so far. I feel some pain relief, but
of course need more time to see. Maybe later in the week I will be able to get up to 400 mg. My doctor prescribed 600 mg., but most times I cannot handle the recommended dosage because I am so sensitive. A little bit seems to go a long way in my tiny body.

Thinking of my Friend

For the past couple of days I have been thinking of and praying for my friend who had surgery this past Wednesday, April 15th. This is a picture of her little cottage in Maine. She and I met because of Endometriosis. This disease has cost me my uterus, my cervix, my tubes, my ovaries, my appendix and my sigmoid colon. I was never able to bear children because of it and neither was my friend. Now what have I gotten in return? Well, I received my two beautiful sons through adoption. And I also received friendships with women across the country and in other countries. Some of them stayed just a while and others I am still friends with. The friend who had surgery this week has been my friend for about 10 years. We both have stubborn cases of endometriosis. One of the last times I talked to her, she expressed how scared she was to have surgery again and that she was afraid she would not wake up. I completely understood where she was coming from. I told her unfortunately we are not that lucky. We both had to laugh and we laughed hard. With endometriosis, life can be a curse because of all the pain and misery it causes. Even so, I think it helps us gals to appreciate the beauty of life in ways we would not normally.

So here is to my dear friend in Maine, who is a talented artist. Below is a picture of the lovely bubbling brook that makes its way through her property. She loves the sound of it.

As for me, I took my first pill of Danazol. I am supposed to take 3 a day. I am starting out slow with the pills because sometimes I do not take to medications very well. So far so good. Tomorrow I will take two and see how that goes.