(duˈplɪs ɪ təs, dyu-)
A gore (British English: nose), refers to a triangular piece of land. Etymologically it is derived from gār, meaning spear. Gores on highways are categorized as two types: the theoretical gore and the physical gore. The physical gore is the unpaved area created between the highway mainline and a ramp that merges into or diverges from the mainline. The theoretical gore is the marked area of pavement resulting from the convergence or divergence of the edge lines of the mainline and ramp. theoretical gores are commonly marked with transverse lines or chevrons at both entrance and exit ramps. These help drivers entering the highway to estimate how much time they have to match the speed of through traffic, and warn drivers improperly exiting the highway right down the middle of a gore that they are about to run out of road. Gores at exit ramps occasionally feature impact attenuators, especially when there is something solid at the other end of the gore.
We would never, use word, in the manner suggested by our research, Words are fun, filthy, entertaining, loving and very descriptive, as we all know they can be mean. I was one of the kids that tripped over her own Jeans. I have a set of lovely knees and jeans to share.
I saved them to see if my scars still match up with. Crazy things we do as kids. Hopefully, learning a few words will make a day/book more interesting………………………….Jill B.
I had the privilege of observing democracy at work. The poll workers arrived at the specified time and quickly looked around over the building they had to work with. Just as quickly, they unloaded the equipment needing to be set-up. Smiling faces on every where, American pride at work. My hubby was beaming. It was good to see him excited to be outside.
The workers with experience took over, assisting the inexperienced, with arranging the polling station to utilize the space available for maximum benefit. The workers wanted their voters to be comfortable and out of the weather. A happy voter makes a pleasant voting experience.
Their focus was on the next day, Election Day….the first Tuesday in November.
God has been good to us! With our troubles, we are happy, getting healthy, in love, looking forward to our future together and hopefully looking at leaving our maladies behind.
Life goes on. Please forgive us for becoming fairly non-existent since early 2014. Barry and I have managed to move four times; without killing one another. I am learning that I have a smidge of patience; instead of it being part of my everyday life. I despise three words (Time, Appointments and Doctors). I hate depending on people to take me places; much less help me do anything that personal (eyebrows, nails, etc…. Is it in the plan for the hair on your face to quadruple when you get above the age of 50?)
I truly understand the Lord has a plan for each of us and we should not question those plans. I will stop sounding like I mean to question the plan; just a little frustrated and sounding off. I am working on sounding off…..I am working hard on giving things to Jesus. I found it hard, to just cut things off and hand it all over to Jesus. day by day, as I study the Bible and life gets easier and I can now state, “if the call comes I am ready to go”. I beleive I have always known this, my mind and body had to sync up. I am no longer worried about my sweetheart. When I look at him, I see peace in his eyes. He deserves it!
by Jill B.
My title is not fair to all doctor’s. I enjoy the physicians I am currently working with. The dread I am referring to is what they are going to tell me or ask me to do. Since 2012, the neurologist I see thinks he needs to change the medications I am taking, just to see if something new will help.
What I have discovered and verbalize to them is “NOTHING HELPS”. I feel like a lab rat at times. Actually had one physician say I should feel honored to be in his presence because is that good! Needless to say, I refuse to ever see him again.
I have enjoyed working with the rehab center and the cancer specialist. They try to cover every aspect of care a patient may need. They offer incredible services at Winship.
After everything, we have been through, it is wonderful to be treated special after certain diagnoses. The sad part is the numbers of people in and out of the doctors offices at Winship.
One of the things that I dread yearly, is my thyroid scan. It is such a long process and it takes all week just to get to the point where the scan can be done. For some reason, My Protein levels are staying elevated and thyroid cancer is playing hide and seek in my throat. The last PET Scan showed there is still something in my neck. Hopefully, this will be the last treatment for a few years. This is only the fifth time since 2009.
Personally, I am ready to run away from home. I put a smile on my face and keep going. I refuse to let this or anyone get me down. I need to take care of myself, Barry, Maggie and mom. I am faithful the the Good Lord will be by my side through the next week. It has been a bad couple of weeks and it is time to turn things around. Have a joyful week everyone!
A breast cancer diagnosis, brought questions flooding in,
After the process was explained, one tiny question remained,
scores of specialist could not answer, I was scared silly of what was to come.
They called me “Lucky”, to have the tumor caught so early,
The treatments that followed were easy to get through,
Thanks to my cousin, Cindy, for sharing her secrets of survival,
What could have been unbearable, became tolerable,
Thanks for the info cuz, it was much appreciated.
Once the lumpectomy was over and the chemo began,
I found myself awestruck of the millions that have gone before me!
all of the fight, strength, love and passion that has gone before me,
I persevere to continue the fight!
Thank you, Ladies for the inspiration to keep going.
I am a survivor, I refused to let this bring me down.
My chemo was coming to an end and I knew radiation was the next step,
Little did I know my journey was just beginning.
My sweetheart became seriously ill and needed immediate surgery to survive,
The same night my father went home to be with the Lord. As Barry slept, I told him to be strong,
I knew he was a survivor, Several family members and our Pastor helped me through the hard parts.
Life started to calm and a routine began, while Barry was being cared for at the hospital,
I left daily for my radiation treatments and returned just before supper.
Our Jeep had to be on auto-pilot to get me, from the hospital and back daily.
Once the oncologist suggested we turn my ovaries off,
first thing I pictured was a little switch that needed to be turned on each ovary, she had other things
in mind, once I knew my options,
I took the injection until I could schedule the surgery needed,
I knew the minute I woke from surgery, that my Doctor had been successful.
My first official hot flash was in the recovery room!
The Estrogen and other things produced by my ovaries are now gone, the surgeon had a wee surprise for me,
Soy can mimic Estrogen in the body, soooooooooo…..no over the counter remedies for me!
Now the brown spots, the “hot and cold” flashes and mood swings were just around the corner,
On March 28, 2014, I was thrown face first into MENOPAUSE!
Most of you are aware that my mother lives with us.We both love her to pieces, but she can be a handful. I will not deny when she makes biscuits, we both indulge. Mom has been wonderful helping around the house. There are certain things I love her assistance with and others I prefer to do myself. I want to be able to keep moving. When I slow down, I may not be able to speed up. I can barely keep up with Barry now.
Mom and I just hang back and watch Barry go and go and go……He has turned into the Energizer Bald Bunny with reading glasses. He is so cute.
We made a trip to Emory for a follow-up mammogram. Scheduled my thyroid scan for the first week in August. I will be radioactive for a bit, but hopefully they will get this taken care of and I can get a little rest. Barry and I both deserve it. Two other appointments on Monday.
To top our week off, I have pneumonia again. I have got to work on immune system. I can’t seem to shake feeling weak.