One more tragedy

It seems like every week there is another disaster, natural or man made.  More people lose property and or loved ones.  More children die.

After the Sandy Hook tragedy, there was a lot of talk about protecting our children at school.  How do you protect children from this kind of natural disaster?

I have a lot of family in the OKC area.  So far, the ones I have heard from are okay.  I pray for all the families who have lost property and people to this storm  I am now hearing that there will be destructive tornadoes again tomorrow night, too.  

As a side note, I got the fog removed from my left eye today.  Modern technology is amazing, expensive, but amazing.  Right now, my eye is sore, but I am seeing clearly.  PTL

Brittle bones

I got a text from my Mother telling me that my Daddy has broken his right Acromion bone.  (this is the flat bone connected to the clavical in the shoulder).  He didn't hit it or fall as far as she knows.  He is almost 87 years old, though, so it doesn't take much for bones to break.

It is very hard to watch your parents get old.  There is so much that they have had to give up over the years. No more camping and fishing trips; no more trips of any kind.  No more wood working or wiring projects.  No more taking two steps for each of his one, as I follow him around the yard or the house or wherever else he was going.  Gone is the man who could do anything, in his place is a frail old man who hires yard work done and who spends his days taking naps and taking pills. It breaks my heart to watch him struggle to walk across his yard, dragging the ever present oxygen hose.  From talking to my Mother, who at 86 is in remarkable health, it won't be long before they will have to give up their home and move into an assisted living apartment.  It is just getting to be too much for her to take care of him alone.  (although I do have a sister and two nieces there that help her as much as she will let them) They are on the waiting list at a place, and she said the next time they call that there is an apartment available, they will probably take it.

I know that I should be thankful to still have my Daddy, and I am.  Very Thankful.  I know that one day, sooner than any of us want, I will get the call that I dread more than anything.  So each day, I whisper a prayer of thanks to God for allowing me just one more day with my Daddy.  I sure wish I could see him more often.  I wish I could pick up the phone and talk to him, but he doesn't even do that because he can't hear on the phone and it frustrates him so.

I love you, Daddy.  I hope you know that.

As I knew it would be

Well, my doctor said I didn't need a Pap this year.  That didn't break my heart.  My numbers were all where they need to be.  Except for the weight, and the doctor said that with all my other numbers so good, there was no need to worry about that little extra weight.   I will get the results on the mammogram in a few days, and I am sure it is just fine, too.  Sometimes I wonder why I need to spend this money every year, just to have the doc tell me how wonderfully healthy I am.

Now, its off to work.    Have a blessed day y'all!

Its that time of year again...

I got that yellow notice from the local Clinic informing me that I needed to appear at their door early one morning to allow them to stick a needle in my arm and withdraw a significant amount of blood.  Then I was directed to appear at their office at the designated hour on the designated day, and to be sure to call them to make and appointment for a mammogram.  UGH.  I know it is healthy to have these well checkups, but I don't have to like them.  I did finally convince the clinic that (after talking to doctor about it) I will NOT be coming in every 6 months!  That was crazy and completely unnecessary. Sometimes I thing they schedule checkups just to make money.    I am sure the doctor will tell me my numbers are all wonderful (they always are) and that I need to lose a little weight.  He will ask about my knees and feet, do the dreaded pap smear, and send me on my way.  Mammogram has been scheduled for right before I see the doctor.  Lucky me.   So bright and early in the morning I head for what my hubby calls it my annual poke 'n squeeze.

Honoring My Mother

My mother is a wonderful woman and I love her so very, very much.  I have not ever been what you would call a Mama's girl, I was, and still am, very much a Daddy's girl, but that doesn't mean that I didn't love my Mama.  When I was little, however, I always thought that she didn't have time for me.  That was just my little girl way of looking at things, but when I was small, my Mama and I weren't close at all.  When I was sixteen, my sisters were all married, and I was at home by myself.  That is when Mama and I got very close.  I loved her so much, and wanted to be like her.  In my mind she was a beautiful Lady, and I began calling her "Lady".  It was a term of endearment.  That was when I began to see what a wonderful person she was, and is.  Her life had not been easy. When she was 12 her Daddy was killed in a tragic accident and her life was changed in the blink of an eye.  Although they had never been rich, they became impoverished.  Often the only food they had was what they could hunt and kill. She graduated from High School in Choctaw, Oklahoma and moved to Texas to live with her older sister.  There she met and married my Daddy.  They recently celebrated 66 years of marriage.  She was a stay at home Mom who loved taking care of her four girls and her husband. What a good time we had being silly and Mama was right there with us!  But she didn't put up with nonsense, no siree.  You never talked back to her, and you were never too old for her to lay across the bed and take a belt to, if she thought she needed to.  She seldom needed to.  She also loves the Lord, and she loved teaching the youngest of children the love of Jesus.  She always says that a child is NEVER too young to learn that Jesus loves them.  For many years she taught preschoolers in Sunday School and VBS.   Yes, my Mama is a remarkable woman who continues to touch the lives of many.  I love her dearly and I wish her a very Happy Mother's Day.

Beautiful then

Beautiful now

All's quiet on the Western front...

Grand daughter went to the doctor yesterday.  She is 17 weeks (and 1 day).  She will have a sonogram on the 29th of this month and we will find out the sex of the baby.   I still am amazed at modern technology. It is incredible that they can see the baby before it is born.   There are 4D sonograms that look almost like a photograph.  That costs $85, which is much less than I thought it would be, but isn't necessary, so she isn't having that done.  I am excited to know if the baby is a boy or a girl.   I remember the days when you didn't know the sex of the child until it was born.  Then, sonograms were optional and expensive, so only a few people would find out.  Whether or not to find out the sex of the baby was a HUGE debate back in the day.  Now, sonograms are routine at 20 weeks (I think that is right) and people just expect to know at that time.    (this brings to mind a whole anti-abortion post, but I shall refrain from that at this time)

Daughter seems to be doing okay.  She was supposed to call yesterday morning to set up a time to see the meds counselor,  but she didn't because she had the younger daughter and it would have been inappropriate to take her.  She did text me early this morning to say that her appointment is at 12:45 today.   It is so nice that they don't mess around getting people in to see someone.  She made some phone calls and got a few things taken care of that needed tending to yesterday.

The youngest grand daughter seems completely over her problems with the headaches. Apparently, the antibiotics they pumped into her system when she was in ICU took care of whatever was causing the headaches in the first place.

So, my world is quiet at the moment.  Of course that could all change with the ringing of the phone, so I will enjoy it while it lasts.

God bless those who wander into my world.

Hitting bottom and bouncing up...

Today, the sun is shining in my world.  Yes, my daughter hit bottom, but it sounds like she is bouncing up. Things are beginning to fall into place for her with the disability claim, the workman's comp claim, and the law suit from the wreck. She sounded good today.  That makes me smile.

More than once, I have hit the bottom of a situation when things all begin to mesh and get done.  The only answer I have to this, is God moves when we reach the end of ourselves.  As scary as it was, God can use this healthy fear to help the daughter get on the road to recovery.

Thank you God for helping us to bounce back from this, and for being there for us all the time.