Several months ago we lost the patriarch of our family. He was a successful man who worked hard and achieved the American dream. He had a dry sense of humor, and a was a role model to all that knew him. He was my fathers oldest brother, and we loved him very much. I pray my uncle and my father meet in heaven. Along with all my families lost souls.
I am not including real names. Privacy?
Yesterday, my family from out of town, got together to celebrate my uncles life. He passed away after suffering with health problems for years. It was a fantastic event. Afterwards, I knew I would like to spend more time with everyone there. I am praying the next event will be a wedding.
I FEEL LUCKY! I AM STARTING THE SUMMER SEASON IN DUCK N.C. THANKS TO MY AUNT MARGARET. TIMES ARE MELENCOLY DUE TO THE MASS SHOOTING OF 12 VIBRANT SOULS IN VIRGINA BEACH. MAY ANGELS TAKE THEIR SOULS DIRECTLY TO GOD, AND I PRAY NO ONE SUFFERED. I FELT LIKE CAPS TODAY. OH, WELL LIFE IS TO SHORT AND CAN BE TAKEN WHEN LEAST EXPECTED. PEACE MARY
The Art of Peace by Morihei Ueshiba. Translated by John Stevens SHAMBALA, BOULDER 1997.
YOGA 365 Daily Wisdom For Life On and Off The Mat. Susan and Harwood Ruebin. CHRONICAL BOOKS, San Franscico, 1997.
Meditation From The Road, The Road Less Traveled. Daily Reflections From The Road Less Traveled, and the Different Drum. M. Scott Peck, M.D. A TOUCHTONE BOOK. Published by, Simon & Schuster NEW YORK LONDON TORONTO SYDNEY TOYKO SINGAPORE
It happens when your terminal illness leaves you home alone , and unable to drive. Your thoughts become almost like a friend except they do not talk back. Lost in reflection? Is it good or bad? Percentage wise, I reflect on what should I do? Nothing major. How can I take my Grandson Hudson to the Zoo, Beach, and Children museum. I try to leave negative thoughts out of the conversation. I know, on a dreary Friday and I start writing, that it’s a good day. I thank God and the universe for all that is good! PEACE
Stage 4 Living Life to the Fullest With Terminal Cancer
Pain is subjective. Everyone has their own pain threshold. The medical community gauges a patient’s pain level between one through ten. One being the least to ten the worst amount of pain.
If you have never experienced chronic pain, it is hard to comprehend how it feels? I experienced sleepless nights where finding a comfortable position was impossible., simple acts we take for granted like walking…breathing…become arduous tasks. Chronic pain is no joke?
What happens before you are a “patient” In “chronic pain?” Living without access to prescription pain medications. It isn’t pretty! Living becomes and exercise in control. Trying anything “legal” to help make it through the seconds, minutes and hours of the day. In a nut shell “Getting through the day becomes a frantic search for help?” Unfortunately, in most cases it takes Doctors time and a lot of testing to find out what is wrong, and put a label on the cause of the pain? So that medication can be prescribed. For me it took four long months to be diagnosed with lung cancer.
I will never forget what I call the “c-battle.” Living with active cancer cells wreaking havoc in my body. Causing destruction and irrevocable damage to my body, and without treatment the awful cancer cells grew strong and metastases down the vertebrae of my neck and spine. Fracturing seven vertebrae, and killing nerves along its path of destruction. All the while I begged my primary care physician for an MRI, and was told “your insurance will not cover it.”
So, I have put together a list of do’s and don’ts from mistakes I made, and helpful tips on how to navigate the quagmire of red tape patients face within the medical industry.
I am writing this book to help me come to grips with my disease…as well as giving others who face a similar fate…who struggle like me everyday… inspiration on how to live life to the fullest with cancer.
Yesterday, my sister Martha and her husband Eric took me antique shopping. I was having fun, but as time went by I began to melt. Walking became a chore, and I became dehydrated. It got so bad I thought I might faint. I was lucky a nice sales lady took care of me. Thank you “Hudson House Galleries” in Funkstown, MD, for giving me a bottle of water and a comfy chair to sit on as I regained my strength. They are mastercraftsman at antiqe resoration, and a go-to shop for interior designer’s. I am not use to small town kindness. One thing I know is I like it. I take alot of medication and live in fear I may get sick…fall etc., when I am out. I am lucky I have wonderful friends and family to take me where I need to go.
Link to Hudson House Gallery, Inc.
1 S High Street, Funkstown MD. 21734
I woke up to the sounds of crickets churping, and the thermomstat showing sixty degrees. It is a beautiful morning in the mountains of Maryland.
My morning was interrupted, and I cannot shake the bad feeling in the pit of my stomack? Sitting down with my first cup of coffee I turned on Fox news. It seems the madness of North Koreans leader has jeaperdized world peace. Not that the World is at peace! This threat is directed at the USA. North Korean leader is threatening to set off a nuclear bomb, Quam in particular. I am not one to speak openly about my political views. Yet, humanity cannot afford to turn a blind eye to this threat. Has the world forgotten what happened to the peope of Japan? The ATOM bomb takes no prisoners. The world cannot afford another crazy zeolot leader like Adolf Hitler? I pray for a swift solution. Is’nt that what we train teams of warriors for?
The sun has dried the morning dew,as my Mother and I wait for my sister to arrive, we are planning on hitting a few Antique stores. Hoping when we get home the evening news will have good news to report. That the story we heard this morning was a ploy to boost ratings?