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The following are readers comments to the various blog entries written by Deborah Lang Hampton: Flip Side, Part II - June 19, 2008 "We're not in Kansas any more." Part I, Saturday,September 22, 2007 "We're not in Kansas any more." Part II, Sunday, September 23, 2007 "Days with Doodle" - Friday, September 14, 2007 "What a Difference a Day Makes" - Wednesday, September 12, 2007 "The Long Haul" - Saturday, September 8, 2007 "Against the Wall" Friday, September 7, 2007 "Been Down So Long, It Looks Like Up to Me" - Thursday, September 6, 2007 "The Doodle Chronicles" - Tuesday, September 4, 2007 "This is true family commitment; God
bless you! "Scans and the Short List" - Friday, August 31, 2007 "Yes, a deep breath! Then another.and
another.and another! Know you are counting the days on this unpleasant
lettered/numbered drug; glad to hear about methotrexate and Alimta
and the ways in which you engage Dr. Johnson." "Hi Debbi.........I've been thinking
about you all week and checked your blog to get an update.
My goodness, so much has happened since we last emailed.
I must recheck your site more often. I hope you are doing
better. I don't remember how long you will have to receive
treatment for this trial but hope you get to come home often.
It does sound as if Hope Lodge is a wonderful place........not
home......but a good place just the same. After reading
your entry for August 31st, I'm back down on my knees.
What a journey you are making. I'll be thinking and praying
for you." "Thank you for raw, honest expression!
When I read this, I almost feel that you are here next to me
saying it!" The Sunday Dinner poem hit in a very deep
place.. SO well done Debbi, one of your BEST; but how can I say
that because there are so many other BESTS? Where you mentioned your Dad and how proud
he must be of you brought tears to my eyes, dear! Valerie, Illinois Date:
Saturday, June 23, 2007 Thankfully, you DID stop in the flower fields for that picture of Steve! And you on the beach?? Just awesome and full of life and reelin' in that fish and LIVING!!! Gerre, Tennessee Date: Saturday, June 23, 2007
Oh Debbi, I didn't even know this blog existed
until Joyce mentioned that you shared our conversation when I
was in Los Angeles, on your blog. It is so magnificent. I feel
like I am reading another book you wrote and one that you are
writing; as I have since reread Slapped Awake. You have the gift
of Rachel Remen, whose words wrap themselves securely around
my body, bringing such warmth from every cold and shivering and
scary hole that pokes through me. I love you so much my girl
friend! And I thank you again and again and again on behalf of
all of us who are fighting with dignity, and some of us, for
dignity in the face of such a personal intrusion of privacy.
The prayer will continue to ring with the melodious tone of Joey's
voice. No greater comfort rains down.
You are hysterically funny! "Contains graphic medical images that might be objectionable to some viewers." Lordy, my toe nails! I had no idea what had happened until you told me a few years ago at Mount Eagle. And when I went for a pedicure in Los Angeles before I spoke with you, the dear Vietnamese girl called three other nail techs over to examine my toes. I couldn't understand a word they were saying of course, but could certainly understand their universal facial expressions of "ewwww yuck," and my tech was asking me questions in a kind of English I just could not make sense of. I only knew that she was not a happy camper and thought for sure that my toes were a health hazard. I could only decipher "sick toes, very sick toes." She put on a pair of those yellow rubber dishwashing gloves and went on to do the pedicure that I was looking SO forward to. The massage was horrible. One thing I knew for sure; she would tell the story to every person she worked with, every friend she had, and every member of her family. That's how traumatic it was for her. But damn, I wanted my toenails painted! Fire Engine red and I was outta there. Lana, Tennessee Date:
Saturday, June 23, 2007 I went to your blog and read your article on "Fashion, Feet and the Advent of Spring." I thought, isn't it funny how we all have our Advent of Spring. Mine is seeing all the low cut tops and my eyes seem to get mesmerized with sets of breasts popping up like spring flowers. They are everywhere! I recall last spring after my mastectomy how stressed I seemed to be every morning when it came to picking out a blouse. It was so stressful trying to find one that would not be too low cut and give me enough coverage so I would not go into a panic attack. The winter solved that problem for the most part. Spring has sprung again but this time I'm feeling more comfortable with my new body and I'm thoroughly enjoying listening to the chirping birds in the morning. Brenda Owens Date: Tuesday, 10 April 2007
I loved your entry about Elizabeth Edwards and the bad news, good news story, especially The bad news: treatment again. The good news: treatment again. That is right on the money! Lana, Tennessee Date: Saturday, June 23, 2007
Oh Debbi,
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