Thursday, January 31, 2019

A Cancer Story

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



When on my aching, burdened heart
    My sins lie heavily,
  My pardon speak, new peace impart,
    In love remember me.
T. HAWEIS.

When I was going through cancer the first time, I went through a bad time for about two weeks where all the complications became too much for me to bear. I just went through a reversal of a colostomy and that was to be my last surgery for almost ten years. Of course, I had no idea that was the case. 

That reversal of my colostomy, I think was probably the toughest for me to go through. Or it could be, because at that point I was exhausted from all the complications. This was simply the last straw. I couldn't possibly go through anymore or at least, I felt that way. 

You know the old saying, God only gives you what you can handle? People love to tell others that saying whenever their friend is faced with a trial. Don't do it. It's the last thing we want to hear at that moment. 

Anyway, during that time I couldn't do the basic necessities of life such as going to the bathroom. You see, when they done the reversal, my body had to learn how to perform this normal function once again. It took a total of two weeks for me to have a bowel movement. I'm talking about this, because this simple act was one of the hardest and most painful. We squirm and blush when speaking about our bodily fluids. Yet, when we have an illness, we are affected in this area. We need to talk about this.....period.

That was over eleven years ago and I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't gone through cancer. I know for one thing, I wouldn't have found my passion, my calling in life. I love blogging, vlogging and especially my Ministry. All of which came from my experience with cancer. Let's not forget my Chronic Illness Group. What they meant for evil, God used for good. 

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2019

A Real Winter

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



What is rightly done stays with us, 
to support another right beyond, 
or higher up; 
whatever is wrongly done vanishes; 
and by the blank,
 betrays what we would have built above. 
--John Ruskin.

Well, we're finally having a real Winter around here. It has been years since we have seen Winter as it truly has been in the past. I have to be honest I have missed it. I know I sound crazy, but I believe things ought to be true to form. A Winter should be a Winter. A dog should be a dog. And so on and so on it goes.

Another storm is coming! Another snowfall. The temperatures have dropped to single digits and as people grumble, I hold on. My cabin air (heater) is going out and at times, not working at all. Not a good time not to have heat. I think it's my fuse again. They still haven't plowed our parking lot from the last one and now everything is frozen solid. Yet, I am not complaining about the weather. It seems quite the opposite in fact, I have been complaining about the lack of one.

Monday, we had a snow storm roll in. Tuesday and Wednesday, it has been in minus degree weather. Right now it is -13 and it is dropping to -24 by nightfall. The banks, schools, Amtrak and majority of workplaces have shut down. Oh, there's no mail, either. Of course, my place has stayed open until just a few minutes ago. Something must have happened, because they would never and I mean never, shut down out of the goodness of their hearts. 

Before you think I am bitter, stop. I have come to terms that businesses are basically that . . . .businesses. Their goal is to produce and unfortunately, everything is ruled by that notion. That is all I will say on that matter. 

Tomorrow another snowstorm is to roll in during the night. I know I have been complaining about our parking lot, but I think I know what is happening. We have been so spoiled with our weather these past few years that we are totally overwhelmed and unprepared. They are using this small snowplow to do a gigantic job. They cannot keep up. There are huge mounds of snow piled up everywhere. A real Winter is definitely here.

I picked up Emily from work and right now we are snuggling in for the day. A pot of chicken noodle soup is cooking away on the stove for supper. Nothing else can be done today. It is way too cold to be running around outdoors. Get comfy everyone and enjoy each other's company.

Have a blessed day everyone.


Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Another Nesting Day

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


Tired! 
Well, what of that?
Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease,
Fluttering the rose-leaves scattered by the breeze?
Come! rouse thee,
 work while it is called to-day!
Coward, arise--go forth upon the way!

Emily and I have been working pretty long hours this month, so when we both ended up having the same day off, we decided to do a nesting day. A 24 hour nesting day of doing absolutely nothing, but relaxation. A time of no housework of any kind, only spending time de-stressing by doing whatever we love like crocheting (me) or gaming (her). 

It was wonderful! We dressed in mix matched comfy clothes and spent the day not answering phones or doors. We ordered in a pizza and ate chips with dip, all on paper plates! For dessert we had a banana cream pie and a coconut one. Today, there was no healthy eating. It was all about comfort. Tomorrow, we could go on a major detox! 

I decided to work and hopefully finally finish Emily's blanket after two whole years. It is time, folks. While I crocheted, I watched some Netflix, some PBS specials and listened to some podcasts. Emily went off in her corner of the apartment and we met at suppertime for a pizza.

Let me tell you something, we all need some time to do absolutely nothing. Many people choose to stay at home, but end up spending their time doing chores. That is fine, we all have to maintain our homes. Yet, we all need some family time and relaxation of our bodies. We cannot be working all the time. I have learned this the hard way. I have spent years in trying to maintain and organize my life only to fail. I have tried many schedules and routines only to realize what is truly important to me.

I ended up prioritizing the top important things in my life that I need to make time for on a daily basis.
1. I have to make time for work.
2. I have to make time for family.
3. I have to make time for God. 
4. I have to maintain my home.

Everything else will get done accordingly, but I cannot do without the top four above. I've also have learned to forgive myself when I cannot finish a project at a certain time. It  does get done, but as bit later. There are more important priorities in my life. Now, that doesn't mean that everything else is not important, too. It just means, since I don't want to give up anything to make room, then I do what I can when I can. No stressing allowed. 

Now, that doesn't mean that I become careless in my responsibilities. I don't need to post a blog everyday nor crochet everyday. I don't have to do a vlog on YouTube daily, either. I love doing all these things, but more on a leisure level. It took me years to figure out what my priorities truly have been. You should do the same. Off to enjoy the rest of my nesting day.

Have a blessed day everyone. 






Sunday, January 27, 2019

Some Favorite Pictures

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


A friend to chide me when I'm wrong,
My inmost soul to see:
And that my friendship prove as strong
For him as his for me.

Today, I thought I would do something a bit different. I thought I would introduce you to some of my favorite people via my favorite pictures of all time. So let's get started. 
These two are my maternal grandparents on their wedding day. My mom resembles her dad and my son Joey is named after my grandpa. 
My grandchildren when smaller, playing on a hot Summer day with a hose and a wheelbarrow. Nothing spells simplicity than this carefree moment.
My maternal grandmother Bernice at the age of 95, I believe. It is the last picture of her I have before her death at 97. She is smiling beautifully. 
I love this picture for one reason: My son Joey with his father, because of the resemblance to one another. 
Emily looking so womanly and so much like a young lady. I have so many lovely pictures of my friends and family. These are just a few. I hope you enjoyed the slideshow into my life.

Have a blessed day everyone. 



Saturday, January 26, 2019

Clarity

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




Am I wrong to be always so happy? 
This world is full of grief;
Yet there is laughter of sunshine,
 to see the crisp green on the leaf,
Daylight is ringing with song-birds,
 and brooklets are crooning at night;
And why should I make a shadow when
 God makes all so bright?
Earth may be wicked and weary, 
yet cannot I help being glad!
There is sunshine without and within me,
 and how should I mope or be sad?
God would not flood me with blessings, 
meaning me only to pine
Amid all the bounties and beauties he 
pours upon me and mine;
Therefore I will be grateful, 
and therefore will I rejoice;
My heart is singing 
Anon

So I have been feeling as if my writing has taken a back seat to everything else. I was hoping to do some while on my trip to Arizona, but things didn't go that way. Too much entertaining. Not enough Wifi. My goal was to put into the written word the emotions that were surging through my heart. Let them pour out at the feet of Jesus. 

What would emerge we can only speculate. Another layer of onion skin shall peel away into the dusky corners of forgiveness. I am not expecting my world to change, but I do expect clarity on the where and how in my life. 

Where there was cloudiness, let clarity appear.
Where bondage claimed me, let independence roar.
Where there was shame, let a cleansing wipe me clean. 

As I reflect on the last few months and maybe even the last half of the year, I would have done absolutely nothing differently. Clarity truly came into the forefront and opened my eyes to what was wrong and what had to be changed. Without the last year's confusion and questioning of my heart, I would have never realized the where and the when. I now know what I need to do and the direction I should head.

There are many Seasons in our lives where we are extremely happy, running around with a song in our heart. Things are going well. Then they change drastically and suddenly our bubble breaks leaving us heartbroken. It is so difficult to stay the course when that particular Season appears. We want to make rash decisions and host pity parties, but we must continue on. Keep on, my friend. Clarity will come with faithfulness, grace and humbleness. 

I am the most humbled when trials appear. I remember who God truly is and who I am. There is a tremendous difference in that realization. I think we forget our position in that equation, placing ourselves on the same level with God. That cannot be, my friend. We have to come before Him with reverence. Only then, can we truly kneel down and ask Him to show us the Way. Clarity doesn't come with the snap of our fingers. It takes time, it takes experience. Just like anything else in our walk as Christians, we have to learn discernment. Piece by pieces like a puzzle, things will seem clearer with every step we take in this journey of ours. 

Have a blessed day everyone. 


Friday, January 25, 2019

It's Snowing


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



 Thy beauty, O my Father! All is Thine;
    But there is beauty in Thyself, from whence
  The beauty Thou hast made doth ever flow
    In streams of never-failing affluence
Thou art the Temple! and though I am lame,--
    Lame from my birth, and shall be till I die,--
  I enter through the Gate called Beautiful,
    And am alone with Thee, O Thou Most High!
J. W. CHADWICK.

It snowed. It snowed all evening and all night. It kept snowing until the next morning. When snow covers a landscape, it creates beauty that is rare and unique. Then the world intervenes and ruins everything. We plow, we shuffle and suddenly the pristine white snow turns into a gray sludge. 

That's how sin works. We are pure and pristine, then the sin enters our world. Suddenly, we are dirty, all dark. The beauty is gone.

I love a good snowfall! When I was younger, we really had snowstorms. They were horrible and they would last for days. When it was over, the pathways looked like tunnels with all the mounds of snow around it. We don't have these types of Winters any longer. For the last several years, we have been spoiled with temperatures in the 40's or 50's. 

This has been so far a snowy Winter already with 4 or 5 snow falls. I am glad, because I missed the real Winters of old. I know, I know, but the beauty folks! The beauty! You have no idea how much I love sitting or sleeping inside my home all snug with the snow falling softly. I must be getting old, because I want to live with Nature. 

When we are young, we don't appreciate or understand the need for Nature. I want to bask in it. Surround myself in it. Give me a nice little cabin or cottage in the woods where deer roam along with the wild turkey. A  place where we can burrow or snuggle in for the Winter haul. The squirrel and the birds both vying for the same seed. How lucky are the ones right in the middle of it. 

Ah, I know, I'm getting carried away, but whenever the snowfall comes it brings with it a longing inside of me. Enjoy this beautiful day everyone. Sit in your comfy chair reading your favorite book or watching your favorite show. Enjoy it, because the world will be soon knocking once more and it will be gone.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Just Share It: "Retarded Grandparents"

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



What's hallowed ground?
'Tis what gives birth
To sacred thoughts in souls of worth!
--Peace! Independence! Truth! 
go forthEarth's compass round;
And your high-priesthood shall make earth
All hallowed ground.

At first glance at the title, I have to admit I was a bit shocked. I would never use that inappropriate and politically incorrect name until I read the story. Then I smiled and I smiled big. If you need a chuckle due to a particularly difficult day, read on and enjoy. I certainly did.


This is priceless
 "RETARDED" GRANDPARENTS .........Written by a third grader, on what his grandparents do.
             
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
             
              We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.  They used to live in a big brick house with a dog and kitty, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona .   
Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass and no pets allowed.  They ride around on their bicycles, and wear name tags, because they don't know who they are anymore.  They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well.   
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.  At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.  He watches all day so nobody can escape.  Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.  Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.  And they eat the same thing every night - early birds.   Some of the people can't get out past the man in the little doll house.  The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.  My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and; says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.  
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.  Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.

Have a blessed day everyone.  

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Righting The Wrong

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



We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those
 that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate and pride and fear,
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy 
we ever could come near.


When we are hurting, the first thing we want to do is lash out, but it's the worst thing we could do. It only makes the situation worse. I've been in that type of situation so many times. I want to see immediate retribution for the wrong done to me or to those I love. Who doesn't?

I've struggle with forgiveness and letting go of past regressions just like the next person, but then I came across these verses that I have no idea where they came from or by whom. If any of you know the who and the where, please let me know. 

I've many a cross to take up
now and many left behind
but present troubles move me not
nor shake my quiet mind
what may be tomorrow's cross
I never seek to find
my Father says,"Leave that to me
and keep a quiet mind

 I just kept reading it over and over to myself, believing every word. God will right every wrong. We have no need to take the reign away from Him. We just have to trust Him. How deep is that trust? Only you can answer that question. No one can answer it for you.

I believe that is the problem with society. We want instant gratification for everything. We do not know how to let go nor do we want to. We want to run our lives the way we see fit with no account to anyone. Well, how is that working out for all of you? Not very well, I see.

Don't get me wrong. I fall many times myself. It is a constant reminder in the back of my head that I need Him more than He needs me. Let it go, reverberates repeatedly and at times, it is extremely difficult. I want satisfaction now, not at a time where I cannot witness it. That's another thing. We want to witness that wrong being righted. It's not for us to see it. Why can't we accept that?


Life is soooo extremely short and difficult. I don't want to carry around anymore baggage than I have to. Life is meant to be lived, so let's live it. 

Have a blessed day everyone. 






Monday, January 21, 2019

Fried Oatmeal

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



Enough that He who made can fill the soul
    Here and hereafter till its deeps o'erflow;
  Enough that love and tenderness control
    Our fate where'er in joy or doubt we go.
ANON

So many of us come from broken homes and broken families trying to mend ourselves on our own. Spending the majority of our youth running around doing whatever we want without any consequences. Then we spend the last half of our life trying to fix the damage we have done to ourselves and to others. Hallowed be Thy name for showing us mercy!

Life can be tiring. We need to eat more fried oatmeal. Remember how we had oatmeal when we were young and as soon as we left home, we expanded our menu to waffles? Well, oatmeal sounds so much tastier now than any waffle. A lot less work and a lot more filling. 

All week long, I work with people who love the city and the world more than anything else. They are immersed in the trappings of what is not good for them in the long run. They speak longingly of the weekend to come and all the plans they have like turning it up. I could care less, just let me fry up my oatmeal like a boring person that I seem to them. 

If they only knew how much I love my life now. If only they knew how much purpose I have and feel each day. How do I convey the contentment I feel by living a much simpler life? A life with Christ. People don't want to give up what they think is too much fun. They think they are losing out, but in fact, they are missing out. 

There have been many times in my life where the world seemed like such a grand place, but all I ended up doing in the end is running home. There are so many broken people searching for relief from their pain, searching in the wrong place. Searching and partaking in food that doesn't satisfy the hunger within. Now, who wants some fried oatmeal?

Have a blessed day everyone. 





Sunday, January 20, 2019

Books To Read

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


O boundless self-contentment voiced
In flying air-born bubbles!
O joy that mocks our sad unrest,
And frowns our earth-born troubles!

I remember being asked what my favorite book was and I couldn't provide an answer, because I have so many. How can I just choose one?

1. Where Is God When Bad Things Happen?
By: Luis Palau
I think this is the number one question that both believers and nonbelievers ask. To me, it's not a simple question to answer, especially in this day and age. The author digs deep into the encouraging hope we all seek when we face trials. This books is written mostly for people who are searching for God and wonder who He is in this troubled world. An interesting read, for sure.

2. Anne Of Green Gables
By: L.M. Montgomery
This has always been a favorite of mine, right up there with Little Women. When I read this book with my Emily, I don't know who was more enchanted, her or me. I love the old classics and despair when they come out and try to modernize them within this century. No need, just leave them as they are. I cheered for Anne the minute she stepped into the presence of those two siblings begging them to please take her in, please.

3. Earth Angel
By: Jerry and Lorin Biederman
This book reminds me a bit of Reader's Digest where there are several stories in one book. On Earth there are many people who help another in their time of need. They appear out of nowhere like an Angel. These are their stories of numerous such occasions. Are they real angels or just humans serving as an Earth angel? A lovely collection of true stories that embody us to be a good samaritan.

4. Coffee Break
By: Bordon Books
This is one of my favorites! It is an inspirational daily devotion full of daily stories meant to encourage you. Also, each page has several quotes and verses scattered in opportune places to restore our whole being. For me, it is almost like a personal journal. I filled and underlined several statements that filled me with hope for the day. Absolutely loved it and plan on re-reading as I need it to energize my soul.

5. Tending The Soul
By: Moody Publishers
This book was given to me by my friend, Maureen. In fact, many of my books have been gifts that I will cherish forever, because of where they came from or whom. This is another devotional with many contributors such as Lisa Harper and Sara Groves to mention. After each day, the reader is invited to journal, sketch, write a letter to God or sing a hymn. A great devotional to wake up to every morning in our quiet time with Our Lord.

As you can see, I truly enjoy what some publishers call "self help" books. That is funny to me, since I never did enjoy these types of books until I was diagnosed with cancer. Of course, autobiographies and mysteries still rule the day in my eyes! I hope you will enjoy these as much as I have.

Have a blessed day everyone. 

Friday, January 18, 2019

Finding That Routine

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



Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
—W. E. Henley

We are not strangers to change. In fact, change occurs quite frequently in our lives whether we welcome it or not. Right now, it's a great thing and we embrace it wholeheartedly. The adaptation of that change is a little more difficult than the acceptance. 

What do I mean? Well, finding a routine to fit that change can be challenging. Sometimes, everything has to be shifted, challenged or given up to accommodate the new. Hopefully, for the better. 

So here we are, hoping, praying that things will naturally fall into place as we struggle to get things done. Emily's new schedule is a little hard on the both of us, but probably more me than her. She seems to be adapting to the hours a lot better than most people. We only have one vehicle and that creates a problem, especially since I am the driver. It doesn't help that we both are putting in the hours, too. All of a sudden, overtime and ten hour days are the norm. 

You know, it doesn't matter how much organizing and scheduling I do, time always has a way of running away from me. I have written several blog posts on organizations, adapting new techniques to better serve my various activities. I have come to the conclusion that there will never be enough time for me. I love busyness and busyness loves me. 

So we are slowly adapting, one day at a time. It will fall into place just as it has on numerous occasions. Some things will fall back a bit, but eventually I will get there. Already this weekend I have some time to get that backlog of things sorted out. I was able to straighten the place with some spit and shine. The laundry was done and several boxes ready for shipment. Even my room is looking a bit better. Amazing, isn't it? 

Now, I can settle in and do some writing! Ah, how I miss it. There was a time where all I did was write. Do you remember those moments where my heart could have unburdened itself from the daily stresses of life with cancer. Heck, just life alone. Hello my friend. Welcome back.

HAVE a blessed day everyone. 

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Just Share It: Elisa Morgan

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


I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;
I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.
A. L. WARING.

In my quest to purge my life and my home in 2019, I was sent this lovely article by this lovely lady. Why do we purge? I think it depends on what age we are at and this young lady seems to have the same idea as I. I hope you enjoy this article as much as I have. 


The Purge of Muchness
       By Elisa Morgan

We've lived in our current home for nearly twenty years. Before that, we lived in several other places for shorter periods of time. The move from one to another, after an average of maybe five years in each, brought the need for purge frequently into our lives.
 
Twenty years in one spot has provided an accumulation of muchness. Much hand-me-downs. Much inheritance from all four of our parents. Much memory boxes from our two now-grown children. Much outgrown items from our grandchildren. How did I get to such muchness? An episode of "Hoarders" haunts me as I imagine myself trapped under its weight and no one finding me for months.
 
Just recently, some internal nudge motivated my husband and me to enter the purge of muchness once again. Perhaps the nudge was knowing we will mark our 40th year of marriage next year. Maybe it's because our oldest grandchild is about the age when our oldest child first left the nest. Maybe the memory of liquidating the muchness of all four of our parents still stings and we don't want our family members left with such a task.
 
For whatever reason, one recent Saturday morning, I found my husband at his basement desk, surrounded by boxes, sorting through files and heaping rejects into Hefty bags. Minutes later I initiated my own purge. For several hours, and then days, I dug through my children's report cards from kindergarten, artwork (including thirty-some drawings of cats - a phase my son never seemed to outgrow), swim ribbons and trophies and all species of TY-labeled Beanie Babies.
 
At my insistence, each adult child spent one afternoon sorting through what they wanted, entering their own purge of muchness. Pawing through photos, notes, plaques, schoolwork and letters, one child leaned sentimental and the other practical in terms of what seemed to matter to them. The rest went into giveaway stacks for me to process later.
 
While they sorted and tossed, chuckled and reminisced, I moved on to the remnants of my parents' memories. A magazine article about my media CEO dad, my mother's vintage dresses and now-antique dolls, my grandmother's cup collection and gobs of grainy black and white photos of stern-looking old people standing in front of beigey-blah buildings.
 
At last, I opened box after box of my own boxes of muchness. Letters to my mother from camp. A scrapbook with browned and crumbled corsages. A faded and furless teddy bear and my Barbie with her once-upon-a-time brunette pony tail now hanging bedraggledly about her shoulders while her pencil skirt cinched her legs tightly together. Mounds of cards from friends and coworkers as well as from daughter, son and husband - for every special occasion celebrated.
 
When my kids left with their loot and my husband stacked up his own selections, I sat with what seemed like a million piles of muchness. But much whatness? I wasn't sure. What to keep? What to purge? And why?
 
           
  • From ministry assignments: God really used you in my life.
  • From my daughter: Thanks for all you do for me.
  • From my son: You are the best mom ever! (Always laced with a wry sense of humor).
  • From my grandson: You mean so much to me - thanks for always being there for me.
  • And from my husband: God chose just the right life partner for me. I love you.
All "rise up and call me blessed stuff" for sure. My heart felt sated.
 
Viewing the remaining stacks before me, I settled on a principle for keeping and purging: What items would help my children know "me" when I'm gone? Into a box went several heirloom items from my generational heritage, a selection of the greeting cards and a trove of personal journals trailing my movement from season to season in life.
 
I stationed the rest of the muchness around the basement for garage sale, Goodwill, junk dealer ... and trash. Some thirty bags of trash. (I do hope the trash folks will forgive me! I tried oh-so-hard to both recycle and to pass along stuff to others and to keep my bags light enough to easily lift!)
 
As I write, there aren't very many boxes in my storage area any more! Three contain the memories of the childhoods of me, my husband and our children. Two house photos and heirlooms. Three more boxes carry various holiday decorations.
 
Perhaps I needed so much muchness in my basement long enough for all those sources that formed me to finish their work and to be firmly housed in my heart.
 
My muchness has been purged. And in its place is treasure that represents my life.
 
Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory. Colossians 3:1-4


Have a blessed day everyone.

Sunday, January 13, 2019

The Colonoscopy Pt. 2


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


Say, dost thou understand the whispered token,
The promise breathed from every leaf and flower?
And dost thou hear the word ere it be spoken,
And apprehend love's presence by its power?

The directions for the prep were very simple. The large cocktail came with a lemon flavoring packet which made me think it might taste decent. It didn't. At about 5 o'clock, I was to fill the container with warm water, add the flavoring and shake vigorously. Emily handled that part. Next, leave the container in the refrigerator for about an hour to chill. They promised it would taste better. They were right except an hour was not enough for that large size container. I ended up adding ice to my glass. 

When 6 p.m. came around, I positioned myself as close to the bathroom as possible expecting the worst. Every ten to fifteen minutes I was to drink an 8 oz. glass. The taste was horrible even though I could smell the lemon flavoring. It was deceiving. Now, I have developed quite a technique to downing that awful stuff for Ct. scans. I decided to chug-a-lug this cocktail in the same fashion. I could not do it. It was gag worthy and to make it worse, it lingered for . . . . a  . . . . long . . . time. 

I have to say that the actual cleanse was alright. I think it went so well, because I avoided rich and heavy foods. I stuck with the jello and broth. I finished half the container within an hour and a half. The rest was for three hours before the procedure, but I did it more like five. All of which meant that I hardly slept at all that night. By the time morning came and we were at the hospital, I was exhausted. 

I wanted to sleep during the procedure. The odds were looking good since I didn't sleep a wink during the night. I must have a strong resolution, because I was awake the entire time. In truth, I was mesmerized by the procedure. There is a large flat screen in front of you where one can watch everything that is going on inside of you. 

Fascinating! I asked questions nonstop. What is that? What are you doing now? What does a polyp look like? What is that white thing? The doctor looked at me and said: "She is wide awake. Give her some more. She is talking way too much!"

During the procedure, they fill you up with air and water. When it's all over, you can imagine the gas eruptions from my behind. The consolation was that there was no odor to it. Joey had a ball with me remarking jokingly, if I drifted off into the air each time? They do serve you half a ham/cheese sandwich, a Lorna cookie, graham crackers and two juice bottles. My recovery lasted about an hour or less, since there were no complications at all. The IV came out and we walked out for some lunch. 

Lunch was at Panera, a very expensive one consisting of soup and a grill cheese for two. A total of 33.00 dollars and that was with a rewards card plus a free drink. My Lord, he always was an expensive child. He did ask me if I had my talk with Emily about the "what if" moment. I replied that I wasn't worried, because there was my pension, my 401k and work life insurance to split between them. She will be fine. And he says to me:
My Lord woman! What are you waiting for then?

Have a blessed day everyone and don't forget to chuckle in life with your children or loved ones.

Friday, January 11, 2019

The Colonoscopy Pt. 1

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


Thou hast my flesh, Thy hallowed shrine,
Devoted solely to Thy will;
Here let Thy light forever shine,
This house still let Thy presence fill;
O Source of Life, live, dwell, and move
In me, till all my life be love!
JOACHIM LANCE.

People usually have two types of reactions whenever they hear the word colonoscopy. One, they grimace as if it is something distasteful. I have no idea why people act as if diarrhea, constipation and gas are things that only other people do. Of course, they never do those things. If you have an illness, a disease or are sick, you have done those things. In the medical world, these things are as common as the common cold. Two, they usually comment right away on how horrible the experience was and explicitly inform you of their ordeal they have encountered with it. 

So, first of all, I researched and inquired of my Chronic Illness Group about the procedure and the prep. I'm glad I did. From that research, I knew what to buy, eat and what to expect. Now, the first time I had an appointment was last year, but it had to be rescheduled. You need a ride home, because they will not release you on your own or a Lyft or a Taxi. My Joe was my driver and he developed appendicitis  a few weeks before. Then an abscess. We had no choice, but to reschedule. My hospital/clinic has a waiting list of at least 6 months for a colonoscopy, unless you have probable cause.

I felt that I was prepared better the first time then now. Last time, I had my jello done a day ahead and my broth. This time, everything was done the day of and I was hungry while waiting. In fact, I stayed hungry until the next morning after the whole ordeal. I think it had to do with my mental state. I truly didn't want to do this colonoscopy and almost called it off. The only thing that prevented me from doing that was the fact that Joe was on his way here. 

Secondly, I prepared my prep goods needed. 
 Sorry about the picture being a bit unclear. The jello that is recommended is actually the green or yellow. I did make some red, too, because Emily loves jello. It does satisfy the hunger a bit. 
 The 7up really didn't offer much substance to being a filling drink, but it is good for the nausea that can be involved for some. There is a minor bloating and tummy discomfort. The 7up will be good for that.
I bought both, because I didn't know which one was better or how many I may need. Some people were adamant about this part of the prep being excessive and horrible. I didn't know what that meant so I thought I should be prepared.
The "cocktail" came with a lemon flavoring, but I felt intimidated about the size of the jug. They claimed it was a gallon, but this thing was much larger than that and wouldn't fit in my refrigerator standing up. That was a gallon and a half. I tried to find the exact amount on the packaging to no avail. I wonder why?

To be continued.

Have a blessed day everyone. 


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