Once again I have had circumstances that have taken me away from being present here on Blogger as well as from moving forward with my "
Imperfect Strangers" book project.
I feel akin to Mooch, the cat featured in the
Mutts comic strip atop this entry and I must confess, the longer I'm away from my book project, the more confidence I lose re any value it might have.
But I've received an encouraging "note" (email) from an advocate for those who suffer from NF.
It stated:
"Your struggle is real, Patricia.
Youngsters nowadays are SO lucky to find there's information (re NF), care and acceptance of their differences, at least in safe circles.
You got a very opposite message.
Remind yourself of the courage and strength of character it took to make a new home in New York.
It wasn't the end of ridicule or discrimination, but your determination to educate the uninformed has been a real inspiration.
I'll admit that it seems cosmically unfair that you've been assaulted by so many complications - both painful and cosmetically distressing - at this point in your life.
Why you should be so afflicted I cannot understand.
All I can suggest is to set small goals for yourself each day.
Celebrate small accomplishments.
Thank each bird who graces your garden.
You're a good person with a kind soul.
That's huge.
RM"
I'm not so sure RM is correct in calling me a person with "a kind soul," I can get pretty short tempered, but this is not the time or place for self-deprecation, so onward I shall go with my return to this blog.
