Twice yesterday I heard geese flying by. The first time it was light enough to see them, in a V formation, far above. The second time it was after sunset and I could only hear their voices in the distance.
When I was growing up, the geese would fly over our house each spring and fall. As soon as we heard them my mother would stop whatever she was doing and we would go outside to watch them fly by. This is one of my of my favorite memories.
I will always stop what I'm doing to watch the geese fly overhead. It reminds me to take time to appreciate the world and beauty that surrounds me, and it's a way of honoring the person who taught me to do that.
About this blog
I had a lung carcinoid tumor. It was removed, along with the lower and middle lobes of my right lung, on November 6, 2007. This is a slow growing form of a malignant tumor. I considered the title "malignant me" but that seemed too negative. I locked in on "Not by myself" since that captured how I have felt during this whole, long run. I have set up this blog for people who want to know how things are going. I'll update it regularly, I hope. I'll probably be posting all sorts of things in here. Please check the Category List below to find posts on a particular topic. 
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