Recently, I received nominations for three seperate awards. I’d like to thank those who nominated me, you guys are wonderful……. I enjoy writing and appreciate your encouragement. I am mulling over what I need to do for each award and will have it posted soon. I wanna get it right and feeling as I do at the moment, I think taking my time is the best choice. I don’t want to sound like a numb skull.
I have two favorites, so please bear with me…….
The first has to be last year. Barry suffered a massive stroke two weeks before Christmas last year. We were told he might not make it, but he did.
It was the happiest day of my life, when I got to take him from the rehab center, for a day pass to celebrate Christmas with our family. It was also the hardest thing I have ever done when I had to take him back to the rehab center on Christmas Eve. We had a lovely holiday with the family.
He pulled through with flying colors and actually shocked a lot of people being able to walk out of that hospital with me.
This year, Christmas Day is going to be the two of us and a lot of quiet. I might take him out to try his Christmas present out. I’m hoping it will spark his interest in a hobby for his retirement. Our family gathering is 2 days after Christmas. We plan to open the cookie factory up for a few days. We have a few treats to make.
My next favorite Christmas, involves my nephew, Jonathan. When he was four years old, it was my job to occupy his time so his mom and dad could finalize plans with the big guy.
It was Christmas Eve and he wanted to ice skate, so off we headed to the Mall of Georgia. Their skating rink was in the back of the mall and not a long drive. Good for Aunt Jill in Christmas Eve traffic.
After he skated for a few hours, we headed into the mall. We went to see Santa and walked around looking at decorations. When I got the all clear to head home, Jonny and I headed to the van.
About two miles from the mall, our van broke down. I managed to get to the parking lot of a convenience store and called for help. It was going to be close to an hour before, Santa’s helpers could arrive.
Jonny and I got a cup of cocoa and prepared for our wait together. We sat in the van listening to the radio singing Christmas carols. (He’d never admit any of this happened now that he is 14), as the windows fogged up, we drew on them with our fingers. The van looked like Christmas wrap before we were finished.
The radio gave it’s reports of Santa sightings in the area. It was the sweetest thing to watch the sheer, childhood innocence on his face with every report. The closer the radio said Santa was getting, the more excited he got. We were having so much fun, my dad scared us both knocking on the window when he arrived.
I was disappointed our time was over, but it was back to reality……
Barry’s office has a family day every year before their holiday starts. They have Santa for the kids, everyone brings snack foods and a little work gets done. What the employees love more than anything, is they get to leave early….hit the stores, have lunch or whatever else you may want to do.It is very nice.
Well, this year on the drive to the office, we had”New Barry” moment that was hilarious. The poor lady in the car next tons did not know what to think. We were at a red-light when an SUV pulled up next to us. The SUV was decorated with an elf hat on the grill and ears sticking out the back windows. (Just for you info, we have had a drastic weather change, it is icy cold and windy) Barry signaled for her to roll her window down, when she did, he asked, “Are your ears cold?” She did not say a word, but got a funny look on her face. The light had changed, so we drove on. I’m not sure we wanted to hang around to hear her response.
Last time I was with anyone doing such, I had picked a tipsy friend up and she would not keep her window closed at red lights. She asked every car we stopped by if they had anything gray she could poop on. Of course, referencing Grey Poupon Mustard. It was funny, but distracting when you are trying to drive. But, oh, what a ride home…
This afternoon, after our infamous shopping trip, Barry and I opened our Holiday candy/cookie factory.
Today’s focus was cookies for Barry’s office party tomorrow. We made 8 dozen sugar cookies, put them on cooling trays and when they were ready, dipped them in chocolate and peanut butter dip, laid everything out on wax paper to cool and waited. When everything was cool enough, we put them in gift bags and closed shop for the night, This only took 5 hours.
Before the 27th, we have more cookies to bake and cherries to dip in chocolate. I used to soak the cherries in spiced rum before dipping them, but pop doesn’t need the rum anymore. We might peanuts clusters this year, but maybe not. We are both tired and do not need to push ourselves too far.
Our great-niece has made a request for two different types of cookies. We have combined the chocolate and peanut butter to make C-cookies. Named after our sweet little great-niece. She wanted M&M cookies and then changed it to peanut-butter cookies. Is it not the cutest thing to have a child ask for cookies for Christmas? She is absolutely adorable.
Her little brother will probably be as sweet as her. He’s still the little bitty guy in the family for now, but Aunt Jill and Uncle Barry got him the coolest present. It’s loud and noisy. I can’t wait to see his sweet little face.
Good night everyone, the Cookie Shop is closed and baker number 2 is about join baker number one in sleep town! Sweet Dreams!
I am usually shocked by the behavior of people without disabilities, but today I decided that no one cares about anyone else any longer. This is a time of giving, love and cheer. Barry and I got far more than that while shopping for essentials today. We only went out for things we had to have! Into the pit of craziness we went.
I’m still not feeling my best, but it was a day that shopping would have been easier with one of the motorized carts. The carts were not sitting all over the store, dead were in with the other carts, dead and not even plugged in. The people using the carts couldn’t even be bothered to turn them off and plug them in to charge. But we have to help each other. The employees working couldn’t take the time to have the dead carts around the store taken out of the way and put up to charge. They would probably be the first to complain if they needed one.
These carts are kindly made available at certain stores, so that people with disabilities can get out and do things for themselves, keeping a sense of normalcy. I have gone to the store, when I really was not up to it and all of the carts would have dead batteries or be out of service. Kinda burst your bubble. Grab a push cart and do your best yo get around the store.
Today, a lady in a motorized cart wanted to see something on a display, that she couldn’t get to. I was standing off my cart looking at an item on the top shelf when this lady decided she would try to get her cart between mine and the display. She bumped my cart, which knocked into me and I fell into a rack of clothes. She didn’t even apologize, she just rode off. Then as we were leaving, a disabled man pretty much tried to sit in the seat of the cart with me and when I did get up, he was taking off with our groceries before we got them out of the basket. On top of everything else, an elderly lady had already asked if she could have the cart. I told him that and with her standing behind him, he got on that cart and rode off. He did not even look back.
I was just shocked. I apologized to the lady and got out of there.
Whatever happened to “Love thy Neighbor”?
People used to be kind and treat each other with a littlte respect. Has respect been taken out of the dictionary? I must have missed that.
I was unable to have children. After I see the way some kids act, if they were mine, I’m not sure whether or not they’d be able to sit down for months or be grounded for life. I know what my momma would have done to us. It would have involved a weeping willow tree and picking out which branch we wanted her to use.
Barry and I were both exhausted leaving that crazy place. I just don’t get people anymore………….
Happy Holidays, everyone!!!
It did not matter how many times I told mom I needed to rest today, she never stopped waking me up and checking on me. What part of I need to rest doesn’t she get?
She had no trouble sitting down in the living room, this morning, to tell me all about her dreams, after I crawled out of bed. She cornered me when I got comfy in my chair with breakfast, told me to turn the TV down so she could talk.
This terribly important thing I needed to hear was all about her crazy dreams last night. Apparently she spent the evening playing hostesses to a lot of dead relatives. First was some lady she went to grade school with. She said they spent hours talking about why there were no cows in the barn.
Her next guest was my great-grandmother. They talked about raising my sisters and I. Mom made hoecake, coffee and they had honey.
Next was her dad, my grandfather. He, mom and my great-grandmother continued until Granny had to leave. Mom saw Granny out and Grandpa decided he’d attempt to make more coffee, but one ole’ little problem.
Grandpa died in 1971 before automatic coffee makers were invented. He was making a mess in Mom’s kitchen and she always loves a good mess to clean. Of course she was tickled to show him how to use the new fangled coffee pot. They continued their conversation and she talked about all her brothers and sisters. She says she enjoyed seeing him.
She was disappointed her mom had not visited. She says she couldn’t understand why grandma didn’t show, but she says she understood. Grandma F. Had she a rough time when she passed. There was something in her story about someone in the outhouse. By that time I was zoned out.
Today has been busy, but when I got to where I could relax, I did a lot of thinking. It isn’t often that I have myself, much less make time for reflection.
Mom and I spent the afternoon at the ladies Christmas party at church. I participated in the While Elephant Game for the first time ever. That is actually incredibly amusing. We had the best time, but I have to admit I’m feeling a little guilty. The Pastor’s wife stole my first gift from me, so when I had an opportunity, I took it back. It was so pretty…….
For a physically disabled woman, I have a lot on my plate. Together Barry and I deal with way to many issues for any sane human being, much less two people with our health issues. Barry is still recovery from a stroke and has not been declared stable yet. I, of course, continue to deal with the remnants of a brain tumor, the complications which developed from the partial removal of my gangliocytoma and the further/future effects, that the genetic disease, I have to deal with as they come up over the rest of my life.
I ask doctors about my life expectancy, and no one can answer my question. With the possible serious health problems, that can arise, from Cowden’s Disease my life is literally in God’s hands. I always said I enjoyed holding positions that made every day different. It kept the job interesting. I never dreamed my job philosophy would role over into my life.
My experience as a nurse has definitely made managing my aging mother’s care, helping my husband cope with his health issues and with my health issues. Coping is a huge part of dealing and accepting a serious illness.
I wouldn’t call my coping skills good, but they have gotten me this far, of course that is with a little pharmacological assistance from my multitude of physicians. I dealt with my emotions, illnesses and life in general, after brain surgery before needing help. Ironically enough, it was the new Chipmunks movie that was my undoing. While at the theater with my sister and nephews, I started blubbering at a sweet moment involving Theodore, and couldn’t stop crying. I continue to avoid extremely mushy moments or overly gross moments on television or at the movies. I’ll be a crying mess for hours.
I try to stay busy. Barry and I have found a church home that we enjoy. We stay busy there, with whatever they will let us do. I try to stay active. When I left rehab, they told me to keep moving. That one statement has helped me through more tough times than you will ever know. When I feel bad, I add a little time to my exercise for the day. Improving my strength keeps my body more stable and it functions better. My stamina for, daily life, is better when my exercise regimen is weekly. Otherwise, one small trip out of the house will have me in bed the remainder of the day and pooped for the next 3-4 days.
One thing I have learned, is to listen to my body. I never did this before. I let little aches and pains go by without attention. My primary care physician told me, 10 years ago, she thought I had a brain tumor and ordered a CAT Scan. I thought she was nuts and didn’t go. 10 years later, here I sit. Having lived through a nightmare that came close to taking my life.
Barry went totally out of his comfort zone with our new puppy dog for me. He had German Shepherds for years. I grew-up with Boxer Bulldogs. We picked out the sweetest, white-footed Boxer with the classic Boxer wag. She is simply gorgeous and incredibly smart. She loves Barry, actually waits by the door for him to get home. It is so sweet. She has stopped me from burning the house down a few times. When I’m home alone, she follows me everywhere. I think she actually knows when my bad days are. She has actually gotten in my lap and refused to move on really bad days. She even checks on my mother. She is a sweetheart.
I learned a long time ago that God isn’t finished with me yet. He’ll show me his plan as he is ready. For all I know, I’m in the middle of His plan as I type. Not my place to question, just live my life through Him. If I had followed through with my PCP ten years ago, I would not have met Barry and be where I am today. I love my new life with Barry and wouldn’t change a thing. We are enjoying rediscovering our Christian life together, as well as falling in love all over again. How often do you get to fall in love with your soul-mate all over again?
From my previous post, you know about the pants that appeared in my dining room and no one wanted to claim, well……….
Through a little detective work, we were able to get culprit to admit her guilt. As a family, we had gone to a Christmas play in Athens and then Mom and husband went on to my sister’s church to see their production of the “Singing Christmas Tree”. Barry and I headed home, 2 programs would have done us both in.
We received a call from mom around 10:30pm wanting to know if James could use the guest room. The next day, upon returning from church, we found the pants. Mom swore she didn’t know where they came from. Apparently, James needed some help with a hem and asked mom to help. She had instructed him to take them to the sewing machine upstairs. He got to my dining room and lost his train of thought, sat the pants down and started to exercise on my machine. He totally forgot the pants, as did mom. All I could picture was, my stepfather running around town in his underpants, when I found out that mom and James had planned for him to spend the night all along. I thought to myself, she’s getting sneaky. if she drives after dark.
Memory played a huge role in this entire incident, Mom and James are both the culprits. When things like this happen around the hose, I automatically go to Barry and I forgetting about something we have done. It feels kinda nice to know it wasn’t us. Of course, it is scary for her and anyone else on the road, if she drives after dark.
Sooooooooo………mom did it!
I’ve been blessed with the fact that issues caused by my brain tumor are constant and tolerable on a daily basis. I suppose that is a good way to put it, but they do have those days when they act like an angry toddler not getting his/her way. Well the toddler has been a little rascal for over a week now.
Not only is my heart acting like a fool, I feel like my face and top of my head is attempting to learn the tango. A few months after my craniotomy, I developed a facial tic which grew into making every muscle from my shoulders up, twitch uncontrollably. The neurosurgeon said he could operate and make me worse or I could try medication management. We chose medication management. I have been through a battery of medication that actually gave me some relief, others made me close to crazy or mean as a snake.
I finally got on a regimen of drugs that actually made life easier, then they sent me for a Botox referral. Botox helped my neck muscles, but it did not do much for my vocal chords. At one point my vocal chords were twitching over 200 times a minute. I could barely talk, but I missed singing more than anything. My voice disappeared for 3 months, instead of getting stronger. It was amazing to be able to sleep on my stomach for the first time in 2 years. I honestly did not realize I couldn’t turn my neck to the side. It was great!
Off to the Otolaryngologist(spelling?). He does the Botox in my neck and vocal chords. Friday afternoon, I get the pleasure of Botox injection into the roof of my mouth for palatel myoclonus (spelling?). Apparently, this might not only fix my twitching palate, it might fix the ear trouble I have experienced since surgery. We’ll see.
I truly am not looking forward to it, but the Botox has helped in the past. Otherwise, I’m headed back to let my neurosurgeon make me worse……I’m not ready to cave-in yet
Today, I had a second echocardiogram to make sure nothing is going on with my ticker. At one point in life, I wondered if my heart was the only good body part I have, then it starts going haywire. I started passing out, staying more dizzy than usual daily, and feeling like I have a flock of butterflies in my chest. Then my legs and ankles start swelling out of the blue. Along with that came shortness of breath. Sooooooooo, off to the cardiologist. He ordered blood work and the echo. Now comes the waiting phase, again….
During the echo today, the technician states “what in the world is that?”, as she circles whatever she saw. She quickly changes the subject and attempts to get my mind off what she said. As I was leaving, she repeatedly told me that I’ll hear from the office soon and to call by the end of the week if I haven’t.
I cannot get what she said out of my head. What did she see? I’ll go nuts before they call. I’m learning to hate time again. God grant me the strength and wisdom not to worry and the wisdom to handle it appropriately.
Two Rights Attempting To Make A Left! 
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