{"id":1752,"date":"2017-09-11T07:15:20","date_gmt":"2017-09-11T11:15:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1752"},"modified":"2017-09-11T10:59:02","modified_gmt":"2017-09-11T14:59:02","slug":"hugs-of-joy-hugs-of-sorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/hugs-of-joy-hugs-of-sorrow\/","title":{"rendered":"Hugs of Joy, Hugs of Sorrow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/SukiLotsPost.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-1753 size-large\" title=\"Hugs of Joy, Hugs of Sorrow\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/SukiLotsPost-782x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York photoshops multiples of her Havanese dog looking for a woodchuck while Botie looks for trouble in every corner of the world: hurricanes, data hackers, cancer, earthquakes....\" width=\"625\" height=\"818\" \/><\/a>It used to be that when you heard the words, \u201cGuess what,\u201d you\u2019d know right away someone was pregnant. Just those two words could send you gushing with emotion, jumping up and down, and hugging for joy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">This morning, a friend greeted me with two other words, also heavy with connotation. \u201cBad news,\u201d she said. And even though it came from out of the blue, and there\u2019s been little other than \u201cbad news\u201d all over the world these days, I knew immediately: it was cancer. Her husband had been diagnosed with cancer. And all we could do was listen to each other\u2019s wailings, and try to hold one another up. And hug.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">We hug in happiness and we hug in sorrow. It takes only two words to understand which kind of hugging you\u2019ll be doing. And after a long while of hanging onto people because you\u2019re miserable and need comfort, it sure would feel good to embrace them in joy. So I looked high and low for something uplifting to report on this week. North, south, east or west there was nothing but trouble. Hurricane Irma\u2019s devastation, storm surge, threats of intercontinental ballistic missiles, Mexico\u2019s strongest earthquake in 85 years, hackers making huge data breaches, more cancer, friends\u2019 fathers\u2019 failing health&#8230;. My blog, the weekly hug I send my readers, seemed doomed to be another depressing pity party.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">It\u2019s embarrassing and difficult to be searching for joyfulness with this much suffering going on all over. So I\u2019m opting out of joy this week. I\u2019m taking time off to howl hysterically in my own private hissy fit. But I\u2019ll leave you with this photo-shopped scene of my best friend. Here, Suki\u2019s hoping she\u2019ll catch up with the woodchuck that lives under our patio. Intent on nabbing the chuck, she doesn\u2019t always hear the two words that make her smile for the camera, \u201cCookie, Suki.\u201d This is the closest I can come to sending you a happy hug at the moment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><em>How was your week? How are your relatives that live in Texas and Florida and all the places that got hit by hurricanes? What was the most memorable hug you ever had?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"border-radius: 2px; text-indent: 20px; width: auto; padding: 0px 4px 0px 0px; text-align: center; font: bold 11px\/20px 'Helvetica Neue',Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #ffffff; background: #bd081c  no-repeat scroll 3px 50% \/ 14px 14px; position: absolute; opacity: 1; z-index: 8675309; display: none; cursor: pointer; top: 32px; left: 20px;\">Save<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It used to be that when you heard the words, &ldquo;Guess what,&rdquo; you&rsquo;d know right away someone was pregnant. Just those two words could send you gushing with emotion, jumping up and down, and hugging for joy. This morning, a friend greeted me with two other words, also heavy with connotation. &ldquo;Bad news,&rdquo; she said. 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