A lot of times I write about the complications that we face and endure in our "every day lives." We deal with so many things that we must deal with, we take on so many things that we are better served to "JUST SAY NO" to. We want very much to be right there for all of our family and all of our friends.
I must say I am blessed with such an amazing abundance of both.
Perspective comes from the craziest places.
As you may know, my best buddy and canine companion aka FURRY SON of 12 years, Geordie has been battling cancer for a while now. It hit my life like a freight train when the illness started to make itself known.
I was scared...well more like terrified and freaked out completely. I felt things I've never felt nor have since been able to find words for. I was also selfish. I did NOT want to DEAL with his surgery, his illness or anything related. Don't get me wrong! It was this simple: I didn't want our "LIFE" infected with this insidious disease! It was WRONG! NOT GEORDIE! Not "MY GEORDIE!" Once I realized crying was helping no one, especially Geordie, who is a FIXER, I realized I had to learn a few lessons...FAST.
The first lesson, and perhaps most difficult lesson I have learned is that it IS not a sin to ask for help. I learned to let my friend Heather HELP me when it was evident that I needed it. Sometimes, I was just clearly exhausted. I might have been doing something like sitting up in the night, just rubbing Geordie and talking to him when he was first diagnosed. I didn't want him to hurt, be scared or any of those things, yet it was completely out of my control. I don't do well with "out of control." *Note: if there is SOMEONE ELSE in need, I AM YOUR GIRL! That's the hypocrite in me! I'll do anything for anyone, but it's SO hard for me to ASK someone for help.
I am notorious for WITHDRAWING from things when I am at a loss. I tend to "go into my cave" and try to work things out in my head. So, the next lesson learned was that I had to MAKE myself TALK to others. Yes, he's just a dog, but he's MY DOG! He was given a grim diagnosis and I had no where to place it. I had to learn to at least attempt to let my family and friends be there with me and for me. A few weeks back, Marah had had enough of her mother being a cave dweller. She and Kevin drove home and (wow, she's an adult now!) she said,"Mom, I just had to come and see for myself that you're alright." That's MY daughter. She is amazing. She knew I wouldn't ask her to come and just "be with me."
I learned to pick up the phone and call my friend Flavel and talk about everything and nothing and eventually get around to "I'm scared Flav." You see, Flavel had been through cancer with a grim diagnosis with her beloved cat "M." She was always SO strong, but now I realize that maybe, just maybe, she was being a lot like me. Keeping the poker face on and feeling scared out of her wits. "M" has done AMAZINGLY well, underwent a very invasive surgery and continues to thrive and is a happy boy. I had that to look toward and focus on as well as Flavel reminding me that it was OK to feel everything I was feeling.
Another lesson? Keeping positive, even when hit with hard "medical facts" is absolutely the hardest thing I have ever done.
It's strange, when you find your life and something you love very much faced with the word "CANCER," everything changes. Seconds of the day become more precious. I found myself getting into bed, then getting right back up for one more hug and one more "I love you Geordie."
You find yourself peering into the eyes of a dog and telling him EVERY single thing that you love about him...and receiving that incredible look that only a dog can give that says, "I know."
I have learned that the future is NOW. Right now. Even as I type this at 4:53 am, I have to force myself to live very much like my Geordie, in the present.
I see clearly how dogs can be so forgiving. They don't live in yesterday. They make NO plans for tomorrow. They live in the "now." And they are HAPPY! They carry no guilt, no shame, no what-if's, no regrets. Those are human actions and emotions that we in fact, carry around with great pride sometimes. (Much to our own detriment.)
I have learned that I never KNEW I had so many friends! Of course, I "knew" I had a lot of friends that I have been so blessed with. They are the ones who have "served time" with Annie learning how I think I can do EVERYTHING myself and I would rather have a root canal than to say the words "I need help." Fortunately, I have very bright and observant friends who know me well enough to just say, "Get out of the way of yourself! I'm helping you." Those measures of "help" have come in SO many ways. Emails, phone calls, cards in the mail, gifts for Geordie, and the "HEY! Just checking on you" contacts that remind me not to go inward and to ALLOW my friends to love me. Then there is the ever popular "SHOWING UP" as our amazing neighbor Kim does... knowing full well if he called and asked he'd be met with, "Oh no! Don't go to any trouble! I'm FIIIIIINE!" Yeah right. I must be a pain a pill won't reach at times!
You see, Geordie DEPENDS on me, as do all of my other animals. He never has to wonder if I am going to feed him, if I am going to be able to determine "which bark" means he wants crushed ice or that he needs to go outside. He depends on me to observe
his behavior and help him when he needs it. It's funny. He NEVER minds asking me for help when he needs it.
How does that correlate here? How many times have my friends OBSERVED me and knew there was a need and as a HUMAN, I smiled and said, "I'm fine" knowing full well I wasn't fine and there was nothing FINE even remotely close to how I might have been feeling.
I am sorry for that, but again, I'm learning these things.
It has taken the serious illness of my beloved Geordie to teach me how to be a better person and friend. I've often said it "takes a friend to be a friend." I have friends like Martha Myers who are BUILT WITH TENACITY! She knows my ways and she's one who will shake me up when needed from time to time REMINDING ME that I'm not alone in this. Her gentle reminders are sometimes more like HORNS BLASTING to say, "HEY! I'm right here. Don't forget that! LET ME HELP YOU!" And I begrudgingly take my proverbial medicine from her and we laugh.
Today, when Heather and I returned from the North Carolina State University Veterinary Teaching Hospital, I was a zombie. Heather was completely wiped out as well. It had been a LONG and uncertain day. She had said she thought she'd need a cup of coffee to boost her home. I set about making our coffee. When I finished, I looked out the back door and there was our Heather...purple feed bucket in hand, feeding the goats, donkeys, dogs, etc. She was filling water troughs, and you know, she had the biggest smile on her face. She was doing MY CHORES and smiling about it.
Being "ANNIE,"I opened the door and yelled,"HEY! What are you doing? I CAN GET THAT!" (Because I can do everything in the world and then some in 30 minutes flat!) She ignored me and kept smiling and feeding. I think her only comment was "I've got it."
These are called "Blessings." They comfort. They give you a moment's reprieve when you LEAST expect it...and perhaps most importantly, it gives another human being the opportunity to be there for someone they love and care about.
I think of the times I was busy and Geordie walked up and nudged my hand and was met with "Just a minute boy, I'm busy." Geordie is persistent. He ALWAYS nudges again and again until I stop (sometimes with frustration) and ALLOW HIM TO LOVE ME. You see, those nudges are not intrusions at all! My Geordie came to say in his way "Thanks, I love you, I'm thinking of you, I appreciate you" or whatever else made HIM stop what he was doing to come find me and give me that familiar nudge.
Do I stop what I'm doing now for him? You bet I do. As I said earlier, hearing the word CANCER changes your life forever. I relish and welcome those blessed nudges now and EVERYTHING stops while Geordie says what he needs to to me with his eyes, his snuggles and his heart and his nose.
Seconds in this life are precious. Many times we do not get the second chance to do things correctly. We have to slow down and think like a dog...live in the moment. Make our choices and decisions as though we will never have that opportunity again, as we truly may not get the opportunity to set things straight.
Geordie has taught me to say what I feel, to let others know how I feel about them, to live in THIS moment and not put off the love that I can easily share RIGHT NOW.
I have concluded that to accept the love and help of others is NOT a sign of weakness! It is TRULY a sign of strength and courage beyond measure. It is a sign of TRUST to be able to put yourself right out there and allow yourself to "be loved"...just like a dog.
I have learned that "THE PRESENT" IS A PRESENT, A GIFT! Not something to get to tomorrow, to "save until it's the right time" or any other means of procrastinating.
This moment as I type this is the present. It's my present. I thank God for the opportunity to be here, right now, with everything that is going on my life---knowing I am so completely surrounded by LOVE of friends, of family, of even perfect strangers who have reached out and said, "I CARE."
I thank each and every one of you for being with Geordie and me through this trial. Your strength and love have helped more than you could ever know.
Today is a gift. Unwrap it with reckless abandon and LIVE IT!
BE A DOG FOR A DAY! Just LIVE IT! You just might find there's a lesson or two in there for you as well.
Thanks to all of you who love me and who love Geordie.
WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
Till next time,
Annie...and her greatest teacher, Geordie...who also taught me that mistakes are OK too!
Since it's now 5:52am, I'm not even going to proof read this post! Talk about living on the edge! WOW! (You see, I was DOING other things while writing this...feeding the cats, making coffee and checking on my number one buddy!) You can't proof read life, ahhh...if it were only that simple!

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I am deeply and profoundly saddened this morning to learn of the death of Tony Snow.
The prayers of my entire family extend to the family members of Tony Snow, who has fought the great fight and has finished his race. (2 Timothy).
A little after 7am this morning, I was making coffee. I had flipped on the TV earlier, but the volume was down so it was very quiet. I had taken 2 phone calls and then I happened to hear the name "Tony Snow" and knew he had to have passed away, as he wouldn't have been being mentioned so early on a Saturday morning. He hasn't worked in the past several months, as he battled colon cancer.
Tony Snow was born in Kentucky, was raised in Cincinnati, Ohio and attended Davidson College in North Carolina.
He got his writing career off to a start working for the Greensboro Record, the evening paper in Greensboro, North Carolina. It is now defunct, but I remember it well as a child. The Record merged with the Greensboro Daily News forming the current Greensboro New and Record.
I always have loved the "guy next door" feeling you got from reading, watching or listening to Tony Snow. Commitments were significant for Snow. He made it clear right out of the gate that his faith and Christianity were most important to him. First God, then his family, and then that same commitment to his his country. Tony was equally as light and funny and had a wicked sense of humor. I believe him to be the best press secretary for any presidency in my memory...perhaps because he "was the best" at anything he attempted, always reaching higher to squeeze every moment out of life. He had "that smile" and he used it constantly as he deftly answered questions and took the hot seat for the White House. I remember being so disappointed when he left Fox News. But perfectly in keeping with his career, he moved on to better things. He wanted to try radio and of course he excelled. Next you hear he accepted the position as White House Press Secretary in 2006, which was a huge leap. (He also worked in the George H.W. Bush administration as chief speech writer.) He was only in the position of Press Secretary for a year and a half before the cancer returned, having spread to his liver. Snow made the decision to leave the White House to make provisions to make more money for his family, to be closer to them and work hard at fighting cancer. In Snow's own words, he said he didn't believe you "ever arrived." He believed you kept moving forward, trying new things and he was unafraid. I remember the day that Tony Snow announced that the cancer had returned and Snow followed that statement with what a lucky guy he was. Incredible. I remember President Bush was going on about health insurance on Fox News Sunday once and after a couple of minutes of what Snow deemed "rambling," he actually cut President Bush to the chase and said, "so what you're saying is that we need to buy our own health insurance?" The President laughed and said, "You mean my answer was too long?" To which Snow, warmly and in "his way" laughed and said "Yes."
Tony was the REAL DEAL. He played several (accordian, harmonica, flute, guitar, among them!) instruments, he loved rock and roll music... and anything "media"...movies, music, you name it... Tony Snow loved it all.
I can say personally that if you wrote to Tony Snow, he wrote you back. Period. End of story. I never met him, we did exchange emails from time to time and each one was more inspiring than the previous one. I felt a deep admiration to Snow for being such a professional, a man who deeply loved his family and finally such a real friend with real character to ALL American citizens. He even wrote in one email that he tried to respond to each card and email he received. I cannot even imagine that. I was truly honored to see a name such as TONY SNOW in my inbox and know it wasn't junk. It actually made me nervous to have any exchange with a man of such intelligence! He somehow had a balance and a passion for the American people. He wanted to reach us all. He was "normal." He was truly excited to "talk" to the American public. I have emails from Snow in which he thanked ME for writing (HUH?), he reminded me to pray for him and didn't mind showing his human side...even to a stranger. He didn't take his battle with cancer lightly. He truly fought as well as LIVED in the process, knowing he was dying.
Roger Ailes called Tony Snow a "Renaissance Man." I love that term, as it's also thrown about my own house but, in another context.
"God, Family and Country" were how Tony Snow lived his life. We can look at his short life and allow his legacy be that we are better people as a result as of having his insights in our living rooms, on our newspapers and through our radios.
Anyone would be hard pressed to find a picture of Tony NOT smiling. He was a great American. He thrived on serving and helping others. He had the gift of being able to disagree in a kind way. His modesty didn't allow for him to be showered with praise for his talent. At 84, President George H.W. Bush said this morning, "He wasn't a legacy kind of guy." Barbara Bush (called "The Boss" by her husband in a phone interview on Fox News) spoke through obvious tears about his unfaltering loyalty and said she and President Bush 41 extend their love to the family.
I'm still not sure the American public knew what it had in terms of a real watchdog and human being who looked out for us politically. Snow was a real guy with an incredible magnetism and way of communicating that he quite simply drew his audience in. Once there, you never left him. A clearly red-eyed Juan Williams said "Tony was looking out for you even when you weren't looking." What a tribute. We can all learn from someone who demonstrated that you can disagree, even vehemently on something and still be 'nice' about it. Everything doesn't have to be drama-filled and exhausting.
God bless the Snow family. Overnight, while America was sleeping, Tony Snow was able to touch the face of God shortly after 2am while in Georgetown Hospital in DC. I'm sure he'd quip, "WOW! What a great way to start a Saturday!" That was how Tony Snow viewed everything...wide open and with wonder.
I hope we will all remember to laugh and let that indeed be a legacy of Tony Snow. When he laughed, he laughed all over and rays of sunshine went everywhere. Rest peacefully now Tony. You will be greatly missed and you will never be forgotten for your great service to our country.
The only thing I could obviously find "wrong" (if I must) with Tony Snow was that the man couldn't dance! I had to laugh as I watched footage of him dancing with a tambourine...I'm sure Tony would laugh too, admit he couldn't dance and remind us all that you at least have to TRY!
Till next time,
Annie

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