Cleveland Clinic is a wrap

This is Barry, My take on our trip.  The disease Jill has is complicated, because it is a mutation in the PTEN gene.  Most if not all of the issues Jill is having is from this mutation.

What we learned from the experts was It is not going away, could get worst, or could remain stable.  We must stay vigilant to the symptoms and seek medical help should it be life threating.

Personally the trip was a success, very difficult physically and mentally, however The Grace of God was upon us.

Word of the Day October 14, 2017


(ˈmɛn dɪ kənt)


1. begging; living on alms.
2. pertaining to or characteristic of a beggar.
3. of or pertaining to various religious orders, as the Dominicans or the Franciscans, that combine the monastic life with an active ministry in teaching or preaching and that originally owned neither personal nor community property, living chiefly on alms.


4. a person who lives by begging; beggar.
5. a mendicant friar.
[1425–75; < Latin mendīcant-, s. of mendīcāns, present participle of mendīcāre to beg, derivative of mendīcus beggarly; see -ant]

Word of the Day October 7, 2017




1. Lasting for a markedly brief time: “There remain some truths too ephemeral to be captured in the cold pages of a court transcript” (Irving R. Kaufman).
2. Having a short lifespan or a short annual period of aboveground growth. Used especially of plants.

Something, especially a plant, that is ephemeral.

[From Greek ephēmeros : ep-, epi-, epi- + hēmerā, day.]

e·phem′er·al′i·ty, e·phem′er·al·ness n.
e·phem′er·al·ly adv.

Ooooops…I wrote a post. More to come!

It has taken too long for me to write a post, I think I was more exhausted than I thought. Everything happened so fast when Barry was discharged. The house had a contract on it, the pipe ruptured in the ceiling the day before the closing, and my family decided to blow a fuse. Life goes on.


The closing date went through on the house. The flood was cleaned up and floors replaced. We almost regretted selling the house, but apartment life was in our future. I will admit to not feeling well through the move. I just put it off to depression. I will admit I miss taking care the yard. I will never forget one of our resident’s comment as she looked over the backyard and our garden of dandelions. She squealed as she looked at the yard and said, “Who planted all the beautiful flowers? I just want to pick them!” She was not happy with me as I tried to keep her from picking the weeds. Such a shame.


After about a year of moving around, we settled on a nice apartment. The neighbors are friendly. Our dog is adjusting, just as we are. From our house to a one bedroom apartment is an enormous difference. I have a few house plants I plan to try out. Do not want to lose my green thumb.