Tears

Follow-up to July’s A Child is Dying

I am 59-years-old.  My nephew is 32-years-old.  Today we both received news from our doctors.

My test results came in the mail.  They revealed my limits were within the normal range for my stress test and heart ultrasound (echocardiogram).  These test results show that my current treatment is working.  I am happy.

Matt’s test results came directly from his oncologist at Methodist Hospital.  His lung has a 13-inch active tumor pushing on the right side of his heart.  The left side of his heart is doing all the work.  His past treatments worked for a few years.  The oncologist said if he’d been an older person he would have already expired.  According to Matt’s doctor he has two days to two weeks to live.  He is being sent home with hospice care.  I am sad.

I pray that Matt is held by Jesus and surrounded by angels.  I hope the Holy Spirit fills him with peace as he prepares to begin his new life.  I have no words adequate to share with his parents.  God bless and hold them in the palm of his hand as he comforts them and assures them there is in fact new life waiting for Matt.  They will be with him again someday.  In the meantime my heart breaks for them.

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Just Do It

Limits

I’ve reached my limit.

My excuses have led to a 25 pound weight gain.  I had plenty of reasons as to why this “happened” to me.  First, my muscles were weak and every step I took caused pain…I was sure I was slowly going to become a cripple or least a person with a cane.  I had a podiatrist wanting to do surgery on my foot; I refused.  I had doctor checking me for osteoporosis, arthritis and fibromyalgia.  After a year of this nonsense, my sister convinced me to get off the cholesterol drug.  Pain gone.  Then, I break my foot.  I was non-weight bearing for a month and then on crutches for three months.  The doctor told me it would be a year before my foot would be back to normal.

How could I not gain weight moving so slow?  So, be gone common sense eating.  I was a 2-year mess of a specimen… a person turning into a blob.  I’d joke about being a sloth on the couch, but it wasn’t a joke.  The couch, a plate or bag of anything to munch on, and the television became my evening routine beginning as soon as possible.

The longer this routine went on the more fatigued I became.  So, now I’m complaining to my cardiologist that I’m too tired.  Is there something wrong?  Once again, tests are scheduled.  Blood clot in the heart.  Do not exercise.

I’m thanking God that I’m a lazy fat sloth.  My lack of movement probably kept the clot in my heart and didn’t encourage it to move to my lungs.  That was a few months ago.  Last week my doctor tested everything.  The test results were normal.  My heart is functioning well.  The blood flow to/from heart is good.  I’ve been given the okay to exercise.  And, I know when I’ve been given the okay, it’s expected that I get back to my old routine.

I’ve been lucky.  I feel like the Enegerzier Bunny.  The blessing of good health merits thanks to God with a promise to show appreciation by taking care of myself.

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Work at the Archdiocese

Words from Blessed Mother Teresa Calcutta

“America needs no words from me to see how your decision in Roe v. Wade has deformed a great nation. The so-called right to abortion has pitted mothers against their children and women against men. It has sown violence and discord at the heart of the most intimate human relationships. It has aggravated the derogation of the father’s role in an increasingly fatherless society. It has portrayed the greatest of gifts — a child — as a competitor, an intrusion, and an inconvenience. It has nominally accorded mothers unfettered dominion over the independent lives of their physically dependent sons and daughters.

“And, in granting this unconscionable power, it has exposed many women to unjust and selfish demands from their husbands or other sexual partners. Human rights are not a privilege conferred by government. They are every human being’s entitlement by virtue of his humanity. The right to life does not depend, and must not be declared to be contingent, on the pleasure of anyone else, not even a parent or a sovereign.”

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family

With this many cooks…it takes planning to please everyone.

Usually I’m right in there with the crazies, but last night I wanted out.  My phone was blowing up.  I’d heard of phones “blowing up”, but had no idea the truth in that phrase until it happened to me.  My sisters, two nieces, one  nephew, two daughters and me were part of group texting.  I did not know who started it, probably one of the kids wanting to know about Thanksgiving.  After about 10 texts, I turned my volumn off.  After 20 texts, I asked to be excused.  “Take me out of this group.”  Hahaha…they respond.  After 30 texts, I turn off my phone.  An hour later I turn on my phone.  It starts dinging maybe 20 times to get me caught up.  Then it continues.  They’re still texting.  One of the texts says “Mom doesn’t know how to get in or out of a group. Haha”  Phone off, again.  They are texting pictures of grumpy husbands and newspaper articles and dogs and and and…

This morning I look at the texts.  “Joe’s studying and he wants out of this, but I don’t know how to get him off.”  My adult sister started the texting.  She should know better.

This is what we’re having this year for Thanksgiving… a big fat frozen-ass turkey will be on Jill’s porch waiting for Aunt Diane to retrieve and cook.  Elaine is bringing mono-dressing this year instead of her usual flu-dressing.  Joe is bringing Hawaiian bed bugs and liquor.  Lori is bringing apple shit peedie pie and twenty random dishes.  Along with these specialities we will have the customary side dishes, gossip and naps.

I guess the texting was necessary.  We didn’t want any duplicates.  This Thursday’s dinner will be perfect.  I bring the same dishes each year.   I was pulled into the planning because I am the matriarch and I have the final say on nothing.

Daughters and Their Babies

Holiday Meal Planning

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Just Do It

New Start Again and Again and Again

Why is it that at 59-years-old I’m still needing “new starts”?  I get real close to where I need to be and then fall back into old habits that I know are going to undo everything.  Undoing usually has to do with exercise and weight, but sometimes it has to do with schedules and taking on too much.

What are the triggers?  Am I angry?  Disappointed?  Careless?  Losing control can keep me in it’s grips even when I’m trying to pry the fingers from around my neck.  I know I’m going to strangle myself if I don’t relax.  Right now, I’m close to cutting off oxygen.

I  have been tired for months.  I don’t know which came first – lack of exercise or tiredness.  Did I quit exercising because I was tired or did I get tired because I quit exercising.  Did I begin out of control eating because I was sitting too much or did I sit too much then begin eating?  Do the answers matter?

I can continue to sit and ponder and eat or I can decide to get up move and quit stuffing.  I’ve once again reached the point of SCARY.  I know my heart cannot handle an extra 25 pounds of fat.  I remember when I thought I was going to die;  my doctor told me to move even if I moved at a snail’s pace.  Move.  He told me to quit eating junk.  I was warned that we are like dogs.  If a dog eats more than his dog food, he will never be satisfied with only dog food.

So…now I must start a new day with all of this knowledge in the forefront of my mind.  Answers to my deep-thought questions don’t matter.  I can move.  I do not need to sit like a sloth eating and watching TV or playing on the computer.  I need to move.  I need to eat to live.  If I continue with lack of control and a head full of questions there will come a day when my doctor runs out of answers.  I am the only one who can fix this mess.  It’s time to get a little selfish, it’s about the only way I can take care of myself.

I need a few weeks of down time.  I need to be alone for awhile.

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My Life - How I think and how I live...

When we get older…Read this when I die!!

…we think about our mortality.

In high school we begin to see classmates lose grandparents. A few decades later we begin losing parents. We get older and begin losing friends.  We begin to seriously think about our own death. What if man invented heaven because death without afterlife was too scary?  What about purgatory and limbo; are those real places?  If I die too soon will my grandchildren remember me?  Should I write my obituary?  Should I destroy all my fat pictures before they are used on a memorial DVD?

This is how I’ve chosen to look at death. It is birth to new life; a life unknown. It compares to the infant leaving the comfort of mother’s womb to move through the dark birth canal to new life. Some are born easily. Others move into this life with much difficulty.

When I leave I want to move into my new life easily. I want to go straight to heaven and be embraced by Jesus or Mary or maybe St. Anthony. If they are busy, I want one of my friends, probably Richard, to sneak me in the back door.

My Life…

…. I was born in this country I love with parents who gave me a decent education and taught me the Catholic faith. I have two beautiful compassionate daughters who demonstrate their love over and over. Jill and Jan are different, yet they are very much alike. Jill can’t miss a shower. Jan works one in when she has time. Jan sees the world in color and flies by the seat of her pants. Jill sees black and white and flies when scheduled with a ticket. Here the differences end. Both adore their children. Both are responsible and provide a good home for their children. Both are funny. Both know what is moral and right. I hope that they remain each other’s greatest supporters and are forever best friends. They are the only two who know what it is like to have me as a mother…God bless ’em.

My grandchildren are perfect – Dee is kind and treats everyone with love regardless of what they can do for her; Henry always tries to be funny and make me laugh; and Ruth (one who finally looks like me) runs to me with open arms. They should have each other’s backs forever.

I love my sisters and brother. Our parents could not have given us a more perfect gift than the gift of each other. We have remarkable families…aunts, uncles, in-laws, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren all equally loved. I trust when Joe, Elaine, Diane or I die our children will be on solid ground with family support a phone call away.

Kathy, Alice, Toni P. and Toni S. and Judy have been with me through marriage, separation, marriage, and then faithfully with me until my divorce, which took forever!  Kathy sometimes called herself my partner offering to divorce Vince and marry me if I need health insurance. Now that’s a friend! My friends have been there when I’ve been at my lowest wondering how I was going to make through the next week. I cannot imagine what my life would have been like without them.

Once my marriage ended… I needed more friends. I needed friends who were not tied to wives or husbands. I needed people as miserable as me. They were easy to find.

Louis Lopez and Ann Finney were my first divorced friends. I had known Ann for years, but we weren’t friends. One afternoon when I was afraid and lonely, I called her. She was at my house within hours. I’ve loved her since then. Louis was the facilitator at my divorce support group. He was a man who had been hurt by divorce.  He helped me not lump all men into the “creep” category.

I was lucky to reconnect with high school friends. Many I did not know, but it didn’t matter. We know each other now. More proof God keeps us well stocked with what we need.

When my marriage ended I was devastated. The emotional toll was a lot to bear, but I knew I would rebound, God is good.  I joined a support group. I started teaching for Red Cross. I got involved in divorce ministry. The archdiocese hired me. I thank Marilyn for telling David to hire me and thank David for obeying Marilyn. I’m not sure either of them had a choice. God placed me right where I belonged.

I have no idea what the future holds, but I believe it is perfectly planned. God has my back.

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Ready to Vote

After much research, I know how I am going to vote in the 2012 Presidential Election.  I respect a difference of opinion.  We are all afforded the opportunity to go to the voting booth and vote our convictions.  I am a registered voter with a photo ID.  Yes, a photo ID.  We need ID to do most anything, but apparently many believe we have qualified voters who can’t manage to produce a photo ID.  Nonsense.

I believe this country needs to get back to less government, more individual responsibility and continued compassion helping those who need it, expecting those able to put forth great effort to take care of themselves.  Let’s quit coddling those with a sense of entitlement.  California, one of our most liberal tree-hugging states, is in dire straits.  Gas prices are nearly $5 a gallon and their unemployment benefits last 2 years.

This country is a mess and it has hit close to home.  I’ve lost all the equity in my home.  I have been uninsurable since 1973 and remain uninsurable.  I was forced to close an established million dollar business two years ago.  The gas prices are sky-rocketing.

Trillions of dollars of additional debt and unemployment and underemployment are causing more federal benefits to be doled out than ever before in history.  Our country is more focused on inclusion and gay marriage than facing the reality that terrorists are among us and would kill all of us given a chance.  We blame an Islamic video for an attack at an embassy killing four Americans.  I watched the video.  Hillary was not speaking for me when she went worldwide apologizing for the video and explaining our politics and freedom of speech.  It was clear we were dealing with evil.  Are we trying to get those who hate us to like us or understand us?  What is with this inclusion, and sensitivity, and fairness.

Concern with minority issues has gotten out of hand.  We worry about illegal aliens and their rights.  We consider lawsuits from those who do not have legal status.  We scream “bigot” at those who believe marriage is between a man and a woman.  We insist guns kill people; instead of people kill people.  We shun those who demand their right to religious freedom be upheld.  However we install a basin at the airport for a minority religion so its members can wash their feet.  More than 50% of marriages end in divorce and drag children through turmoil.  We have dumbed-down education, given poor teachers tenure and expect villages to raise our children.  We expose ourselves and our children to sex, violence, and selfishness without acknowledging the reality of the consequences of immoral choices..  We believe crime toward a minority is more reprehensible than crime toward a heterosexual white person.  We passed the Hate Crime law to prove it.

As far as Obama Care… there are too many hidden agendas.  We have Nancy Pelosi saying, ““We have to pass the (health care) bill so you can find out what is in it”.  What?  Congress should trust that it is “good”.  She supports it, but hasn’t read it.  She wanted to hurry and pass it because it could be a Christmas present for the American people. This is insane. Obama Care will require thousands of new IRS agents to enforce it.  It will not help me get health insurance.  The uninsurable benefit is only available to the irresponsible who go three months without health insurance. The American public has no idea what is hidden in those thousands of pages of reforms. What a mess.

Do we need reform?  Yes.  Our healthcare is too expensive, there are lots of problems and poor people die more often because they cannot afford preventive care.  Many of us are uninsurable.  Obama Care is not the answer.   Give power to the states.  States that will provide more affordable and accessible medical care,  treat their citizens fairly, provide good education, housing, infrastructure, lower their crime rates, bring in new business and employment opportunities will increase their contributing population.  Responsible hard-working people will gravitate to those states.  The states not meeting standards will continue to dole out benefits or improve to bring economic stability to their state.  Let’s get competitive and get the national government out of our lives.  We all know that once government gets involved we are at the mercy of people who are looking to keep their jobs.

Keeping their jobs is the goal of most politicians.  In 2008, Bill Clinton said Obama’s economic plan was a fairy tale.  Why?  Hillary was running against Obama.  Now, Clinton is promoting Obama as the one who will get us out of this economic mess.  Why?  Because if Obama gets another term, Hillary will ride his coattails into a presidency of  her own.  It’s all politics, politics, politics.  We’ve got people passing laws that will never affect them.  People making careers out of being politicians.  Democrats and Republicans need to be watched closely…  and it would be helpful if those voting would at least be sharp enough to listen to the liberals, moderates, and conservatives and use a little discernment before making a decision on who they are going to entrust this great country.   I believe we are a wonderfully diverse population.  Unfortunately, we’ve voted ourselves into an economic and entitlement nightmare.

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Forgiveness

The more a man knows the more he forgives.”  – Catherine The Great.

Is Catherine attempting to help us understand the human condition?  She admits she married her husband because of his crown.  She was unfaithful.  Her husband was unfaithful.  Her oldest son may have been illegitimate, her additional three children were illegitimate.  Did she need forgiveness?  Was she trying to forgive?

Studies show that people who forgive are happier and healthier than those who hold resentments.  A recent study at the University of Wisconsin found the more forgiving people were, the less they suffered from a wide range of illnesses. The less forgiving people reported a greater number of health problems.  Illness after illness has been blamed on stress.  An unforgiven offense is reportedly a top stressor.

Rather than unforgiveness, could it be the offense that makes the cardiovascular and nervous systems unsteady?  Why is lack of forgiveness blamed?  Does this not add insult to injury?

I was once told by a marriage counselor concerning my husband’s affair, “If you can forgive, you can save your marriage”.  Now, twenty years later I think about that statement and the counselor’s followup, “Don’t bring up the past or your marriage won’t work”.  I was assigned a double burden, “forgive and forget”.    

I wonder, what is forgiveness?  Does it mean we forget?   Can we simply choose to forgive?  Are some things too horrendous or hurtful or evil to forgive?  Could it be some things only God can forgive?  If we do not wish harm or retribution is that forgiveness?  Does forgiveness remove the stress or pain caused by the offense?

I have talked to lots of people about forgiveness.  I frequently meet people who struggle with aftermath of failed marriages.  They are trying to recover from decades of stressors that may  have included physical or emotional abuse, neglect, alcoholism, lies, infidelity, or financial ruin.  They face dilemmas over children’s emotional issues and custody battles, health and medical insurance, support payments and division of properties, loss of security, friends, customs and traditions.  Not only are they sad, hurt, bitter, scared or angry, they are pressured to forgive almost immediately.  The scare tactics used against the non-forgiving add to the pain of recovery and finding a new normal.

I tread lightly when talking about forgiveness in support groups.  Are we commanded to forgive?  Yes.  Did Jesus forgive?  Yes.  Are we as perfect as Jesus?  No.  Do studies show forgiveness is healthy?  Yes.  So, I go back to “What Is Forgiveness?”

Could it be forgiveness means letting it go, not dwelling on the past, and not wishing harm or unhappiness to the offender?  That is about the best I can do.  There are no warm fuzzy feelings.  I am not fool enough to maintain friendship or trust with an offender who clearly does not change behavior, acknowledge wrong, or ask for forgiveness.

I do not need scientific studies to tell me my health is as risk because I can’t forgive.  My health was more at risk when I spent 20 years continually forgiving an offender that showed no remorse.  Today,  I’m a whole lot more gentle with myself.  I do not stress over forgiving.  With God we have no secrets.  If we are open to his guidance…we will get where we need to be.

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Our Country

Benghazi & The Movie

On Sept. 11, 2012, four Americans were killed during an attack on an American diplomatic post in Benghazi, Libya, triggering an intricate sequence of events that led to years of political debate.

This is what I remember while I watched dumbfounded as Hillary explained, “… our government did not make the movie that triggered this violence.” The movie?  Yes, she claimed the deaths of our service men were due to a random movie on YouTube. As an American I don’t know what the hell is going on. There is so much media bias that I trust nothing.  Hillary is lying. There are some mean scary ass people out there who hate us, yet we apologize for the sins of our country.  We throw troops and money all over the world.  We spend billions overseas as our unemployment and poverty sky-rockets. When our military men at Benghazi begged for help why didn’t they get it? These men did not need to die.  A movie?  Are we stupid?

Time passes.  Hillary is pissed when once again asked, “What happened.”  Her response, “What difference does it make?”

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My Thoughts for Jill Jan Dee Henry and Ruth

I write for my children and grandchildren because I hope I can cover enough that they will not need to guess my thoughts after I’m gone.  My grandmother and mother were gone before they were able to gather the wisdom that comes with old age.  I only have wisdom of nearly 60 years.  I cannot imagine how much more I would know if I made it to 90 years.  I’ll keep writing until I die, but as of now I have no idea when that will be, but it will be the perfect time in God’s will.

Worry…  My highest worry times were when I thought I could control things.  I figured if I worried enough the right answer would come and I could FIX someone or something.  Some things cannot be fixed and people cannot be controlled.  It is a waste of time to try to change someone.  Decide whether they have enough good qualities to keep the relationship.  If not, remove them from your days and mind.  Choose carefully what you worry about.  Worry is stressful and stress is unhealthy.

School…  Past the primary grades, school is a challenge for most all kids.  Parents play a major role in the success of their child’s academic and social life.  Good parents want their kids to take studies seriously, but don’t expect 100% effort at all times.  No one gives anything 100% 24/7 unless they are miserable or neurotic.  Bad parents are so wrapped up in their own dysfunction they forget to look at report cards or attendance.  Good parents stay out of their kid’s drama at school.  Bad parents are in the drama and battling with other parents or teachers frequently.  Good parents talk to their kids about how to handle difficulties.  Kids need good parents to be able to focus on getting along with peers.  Having a group of decent friends is most important.   Kids need to feel they fit in somewhere and that they are valued by peers.  This is most difficult because we all lack confidence when we are young.  Even the kids who appear to be most popular are insecure.  It’s a given when in school.  The best way to have friends is to smile a lot and be nice to everyone.   Never bully or pick on someone; if you do it will never be forgotten by the one you hurt. 

Remember what you worried about last year?  Did the worry change the outcome?  It seems that the things we worry about are not the things we ultimately experience.  While we are worrying about this… that happens.  Don’t worry.  Be happy.

  

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