Showing posts from January, 2018


Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

O Light that followest all my way,
 I yield my flickering torch to Thee; 
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
 that in Thy sunshine’s glow its day may brighter,
 fairer be. 
 O Joy that seekest me through pain,
 I cannot close my heart to Thee; 
I trace the rainbow through the rain, 
and feel the promise is not vain,
 that morn shall tearless be.”
George Matheson

I've have a new word to add onto my burrow. INERTIA. What is it about Winter that makes one so tired? So listless and lazy? The lack of sunshine. Ask anyone how are they doing and they will reply that they have the winter blues. Amen. Amen.

My favorite Season has always been Spring and I think I now know why. After spending a Winter of laziness, sleepiness and inertia, we want to spring into action and be active. 

I have to say that this has been the first Winter in a long time that has actually seemed like a Winter. We have had s…

January Days

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

The tissue of the life to be,
We weave with colors all our own,
And in the field of Destiny
We reap as we have sown. --Raphael.

I've always loved January and not only, because it's my birthday month. I've always loved this month, because a lot happens in January. It is the beginning of the Year signifying a new start. It is the middle of Winter and you know that Spring is right around the corner. 

January also brought the return of doctor appointments, three just this month alone. Ugh! I've been so spoiled! Back to rising early before the birds! Vacation time is over and back to the daily grind. I still have a colonoscopy in March and a mammogram coming up. Now, that may seem like not many, but Emily also had her appointments. Between the two of us, we were kept busy. 

As we near the end of the month, I can only express relief. It has been hectic and tiring in January…

A Lost Story

Everyday is a brand new day,                                                                           everyday is a journey.
The other day, I spent the morning cleaning out files in my computer. I came across a few stories I've written during some of my past treatments. I have no idea why I never posted them. Perhaps, I had a plan of sorts to make them into a series. I thought to myself, why not post them now.  Just remember everyone, this isn't me now. This is the past during one of the 4 re-occurrences I've had. Enjoy.

Here I am returning once again on this same road that I have traveled countless of times. Back to the oncologist for those dreaded results. These past couple of days have been murder on my nerves and in a way, I have resolved myself to the outcome.
Another sleepless night. Lord, will I ever rest again? I am so very tired. How I would love to lay my head down and sleep a peaceful and restful slumber. Overthinking is never good for anyone.
Normally, I bring alon…

That Unpleasant Topic

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

What I possess, or what I crave,
Brings no content, great God, to me,
If what I would, or what I have,
Be not possest, and blest, in Thee;
What I enjoy, O make it mine,
In making me that have it, Thine.

I stared unbelieving at my Facebook page, reading the message I was tagged in with multiple of my co-workers. Such and such died Sunday night of prostate cancer. I knew he was sick, even suspected he took a bad turn, but it never entered my head that he would die.
"Please observe a moment of silence for . . . . . . "
The voice over the loudspeaker rang out at work. Everything stopped and total silence ensued. I could feel a lump in my throat. I've known this man for all of my working life here and now he was gone. Another cancer victim, prostate this time. That's four deaths this year alone, 3 for cancer and 1 for ALS.
As a Christian, I believe in life with Jes…


Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                          everyday is a journey.

A child's kiss
Set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad;
A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich;
A sick man helped by thee, shall make thee strong;
Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense
Of service which thou renderest.

Another friend being tested. Another cancer free diagnosis. Praise the Lord. 

The relief was tremendous. I could almost feel that relief from the other end of the line. She was extremely worried and afraid of having cancer. I think she forgot with whom she was speaking. Her excitement reverberated all around us as tears and relief flowed. 

I don't think I could have handled that. Anything, but cancer. Anything.

There was a moment, just a wee moment, where I wanted to say to her, What about me? Her relief somehow hurt me. I cannot explain it, b…

Rearview Mirror

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Faith that withstood the shocks of toil and time,
Hope that defied despair,
Patience that conquered care,
And loyalty whose courage was sublime; Teaching us how to seek the highest goal,
To earn the true success;
To live to love, to bless,
And make death proud to take a royal soul. --Louisa M. Alcott.
I've been cleaning out my files and came across the following story that I wrote for Thought Collection Notebook. I'm quite proud of this fictional story. It was my first attempt as an author writing out of the blue and based on just my imagination. I did use my own vehicle as the description of the car in the story. There is a little bit of excitement when one sees their own name in print. I hope you will enjoy. 

Rearview Mirror
Thursday, February 04, 2016 - Lottie Krol

Looking into my rearview mirror, I saw the red 1998 Ford Durango instantly as the vibrancy of the co…

A Story Of Two Women

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

Quench thou the fires of hate and strife,
    The wasting fever of the heart;
  From perils guard our feeble life,
    And to our souls Thy peace impart.
J. H. NEWMAN, Tr. from Latin.

This is a story of two women. The woman I used to be and the woman I have become. There was a time where I felt offended if someone remembered the woman I used to be. I didn't want to accept who I was back then and when I was reminded of it, I couldn't believe it to be true. I was never like that became a commonplace defensive statement. The truth was that I was that person at one time. 

We never really see ourselves, do we? It's hard for us to imagine that we weren't as good as we thought we were. I was a sinner, plain and simple. I wasn't nice back then. I wish I didn't do or say a lot of things back then. I can't take any of it back, but I can change what I say or do…

Ode To Mother

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey,

My Father! what am I, that all
Thy mercies sweet like sunlight fall
So constant o'er my way?
That Thy great love should shelter me,
And guide my steps so tenderly
Through every changing day?

 Ode To Mother by: Lottie Krol
Sitting in my mother's living room, watching Polish satellite cable, I couldn't help but admire her. Here she was in her early seventies looking anything but that age. Her hair always immaculately done up by weekly visits to the hairdressers. Her wardrobe consisted of dress slacks and silky print blouses, mother never wore jeans in her life.
She sat perched on the edge of her couch, talking about everything and everyone she has encountered in the last few days. She kept chattering away not even noticing my deep concentration upon her person. I couldn't help, but admire her after all she has encountered in her life and yet, one couldn't see …

Simply Feet

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                         everyday is a journey.

Side by side
In the low sunshine by the turban stone
They knelt; each made his brother's woe his own,
Forgetting, in the agony and stress
Of pitying love, his claim of selfishness;
Peace, for his friend besought, his own became;
His prayers were answered in another's name;
And when at last they rose up to embrace,
Each saw God's pardon in his brother's face. --John G. Whittier.

Lord knows, I could write a whole book on this subject. My feet have caused me multitude of pain. There have been numerous ointments that I have used, massages and soaks. Let's not forget how many pain relievers I've taken orally. I know all about hurting feet.

Even though my feet felt good while I did any of the above, it didn't have a long lasting effect. I guess, in a way, I was searchin…

The Miss Marple In Me

Everyday is a brand new day, everyday is a journey.

When spring unlocks the flowers,
 to paint the laughing soil;
When summer's balmy showers
 refresh the mower's toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains
 the fallow and the flood,
In God the earth rejoiceth still,
 and owns its maker good. --Reginald Heber.

Coming to this Country as a small child, I grew up unlike other children, not knowing how to behave as an American. We truly were Greenhorns, not letting go of our Polish culture. The older we became, the more we changed aligned more with our fellow Americans.
My love affair with Literature began in High School in the Freshman year with a Lit. teacher that I adored. Every single morning, she would write on the blackboard a famous line or verse such as " The early bird gets the worm" or something similar. I loved to see what the new verse would be and as a Greenhorn, it opened up a whole new world to me.
During t…

A Newly Found Story

Everyday is a brand new day,
                                                                        everyday is a journey.

Be quiet, soul:
Why shouldst thou care and sadness borrow,
Why sit in nameless fear and sorrow,
The livelong day?
God will mark out thy path to-morrow
In His best way.

Cleaning out some old files on my computer, I found a whole bunch of stories I've never posted. The one below is a lighthearted one before my lifestyle of simple living. I remember this day so clearly, I had so much stuff that I never wore anymore. Why do we hold onto things that are no longer needed or viable in our lives? Letting go is hard, isn't it? I hope you enjoy the following post. Needless to say, when I came back home, it sure wasn't fun cleaning up that mess.

 It all began with a Bridal Shower. I rummaged and rummaged through my wardrobe looking for something appropriate to wear. Or at least, something that woul…