Absence of any clue as to whether this short diary will reach you this evening 7:30 p.m. or if it is even appropriate to take the liberty of sending it to the Publication Manager for publishing for the following reasons:
I was invited to visit this venue during the comments section to the diary that was re-published here by Lorikeet. I am referring to "My Gift for Father`s Day: Cancer" that was read by many who offered their sincere support to me.
Earlier today I sent a kosmail to this group inquiring if any rule existed for what I am now doing. As of yet I have not received a response.
I am writing this to inform you that for me to participate this week, prior to my scheduled appointment with an eye cancer specialist this coming Thursday would be premature. Until then it will be determined whether I am in deep trouble with cancer, or not. As of this moment I am in total darkness. I do not know what to expect.
So for me to pretend and interrupt those who are really engaging in a reality world of this killer decease with their diaries would not be what Ole Texan is about.
With all due respect, there is nothing more gratifying than what I read in my diary than words of invitation that echoed the sincerity of this group, which in itself can be soothing therapy for me. However, for now I decided to attempt to reach you with this message.
I will stick around and lurk and try to learn how to present myself if indeed I must. If not, be assured that I will nonetheless request to be allowed to become a part of your group.
Thank you for reading and any consideration to reply to my kosmail will be appreciated.