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3/17/2008 Inquiring Minds Want To Know...When I posted my last topic about feeling the time had come for me to request a different work schedule, I never stopped to think about posting the outcome as a topic all by itself. After discussing my situation with my boss, I posted the outcome of that meeting as a comment. From the amount of private messages and emails I've received in the past several days, it's apparent that very few people saw the comment I wrote. Below is the my comment written to all the incredible people who continue to stand with me:
Today I feel like a proud peacock...
1/17/2008 The Story Of Janice ContinuedRarely do we get the opportunity to follow up any potentially tragic story with a happy ending, but I'm pleased to be able to do so with a story that personally touched my life. Back in 2005, I wrote an entry asking people for their help. This is something I wouldn't normally do, but the situation I wrote about was an urgent one which called for drastic measures. My sister in law, Janice was having difficulty getting disability benefits from Social Security. Perhaps some people who have followed my blog remember the story and remember how sick Janice was at that time and what a horror show Social Security was being. She had filed for benefits, had been denied and had appealed the decision several times. Each time the process brought the same result. At the time I posted the entry regarding her plight, she had just been placed on a liver transplant list and had been told most people die waiting for a compatible match. A few months later, Janice finally was approved for disability benefits which would help with the tremendous medical bills she had accrued as a result of all her medical problems.
As time went by, Janice's condition gradually worsened to the point of not only needing a liver transplant, but a kidney transplant as well. Although most of us felt she might not live long enough to receive new organs, her faith never wavered. She truly believed she was in God's hands and that whatever happened he would be with her. She told me each time we talked that she believed she was going to make it through all this and live to resume a normal life. I wanted to share her faith and prayed she was right, but I have to admit I wasn't as optimistic as she was. In July 2007, Janice finally received the phonecall she had faithfullyand patiently awaited. It was time to go to the hospital and be prepped for surgery while the transplant team awaited the arrival of her new organs. Barely alive, but still optimistic Janice arrived in New Orleans to take a giant leap of faith that would virtually allow her to have a new life or at least resume one she hadn't had in many, many years.
Now almost 6 months later, Janice has that new life she believed she would have. Not only did she make it through a double transplant, but she says she feels better than she has in 20 years. Janice has been in my family for over 30 years and started a tradition of making wedding cakes each time someone got married. Janice is one of those naturally talented and creative people who can do just about anything and do it as well as any professional. When she first offered to make the cake for my daughter's wedding next month, we all were hesistant to accept her offer because we felt it might be too much for her. No one wanted to see her push herself and possibly do anything that would jeopardize her recovery, but she assured us that she felt great and it was something she really wanted to do. So next month as we celebrate my daughter's marriage by eating the cake Janice makes, my best wishes and love will go to the newly married couple as I will think of the person who died in order to give Janice life. What greater gift is there than the gift of life? That person whoever it was, not only gave Janice the gift of life, but they gave each person who knows and loves Janice that gift as well. 10/25/2007 Simple Healthcare TipsWith middle age comes a mid-life crisis for some. For others it means stepping into the wide world of decline when health problems start to raise their ugly little heads. Some people may be blessed with a great genetic make-up, but for most of us who spent our younger years flying by the seat of our pants and teetering on the edge, we find ourselves the products of those years of bad choices, risky lifestyles and life's glorious excesses. So what do we do? So do we freak-out and quietly fall apart? Or do we do the unthinkable and explore a new world of using pharmaceuticals for actual medicinal reasons? Do we start taking our doctor’s advice as our medical charts start to grow thicker with lab results, surgical reports and progress notes? Those carefree days of recreational use and abuse have now ceased and we stand humbled as our doctor writes each Rx. We stand wondering what side effects might follow hoping that the cost of our healthcare will result in lower cholesterol, lower blood pressure, a peaceful sense of well-being and ultimately a longer life.
In the past few years I’ve learned a lot about the healthcare system as a whole. Most of the following things may be commonsense things that will prompt a quick response of “I knew that”, but often times we get in a doctor’s office and go blank. Consider this a refresher course or just a gentle nudge in the right direction.
Life is full of choices. Remember that when selecting a doctor! Word of mouth referrals are probably the most helpful in weeding through all the doctors from Dr, Jekyll to Dr. House to Dr. Welby to Dr. Doolittle. Ask your friends, relatives and co-workers who they use. Doctors develop reputations that follow them wherever they go. Your doctor isn’t supposed to be the enemy, so if he or she acts like the enemy it’s time to find someone new. Nothing says you have to feel entirely uncomfortable for those few minutes while you’re prodded and probed, so why pay for someone who makes you feel like a pin cushion and like just another chart number to be filed away and forgotten about as soon as you leave the building? If you don’t feel good about the person with whom you’ve entrusted your life then it’s time for a change. And keep changing it until you find someone you like, respect and trust. This person might have to assist you in making some life and death decisions along the way, so it might benefit you to get a doctor who not only knows your name, but knows your person.
After you find the right doctor, my first suggestion is to start making a list of things you want to discuss during each appointment. You spend your hard-earned money to pay for your office visits, so get your money’s worth while you’re there. I’ve found that doing a little homework about my health problems makes it easier to talk to my doctor. The internet is great resource for medical information. Arm yourself with facts and don’t be afraid to ask your doctor questions about new procedures and new medicines. A good doctor will take note of the interest you show as being a signal that you might be more apt to be compliant in any prescribed course of action. Often times I forget that my doctor isn’t a mind reader and can’t properly diagnose and treat me unless I’m completely candid about my symptoms. Even small details might be crucial in an accurate diagnosis because many illnesses mimic each other in their early stages, so don’t dismiss anything as being insignificant if it consistently bothers you. Let the doctor be the judge of a symptom’s significance.
Next, definitely learn about the drugs that you may have to take for the rest of your life. Find out what the long term effects may be and if periodic lab work will be required to make sure you remain within normal ranges. For instance, those people taking lithium to treat bipolar disorder need to be closely monitored because the difference between an accepted therapeutic level and a toxic level is a very small range. Also, ask your doctor about new drugs that may come available in the near future. Trust me; your doctors are constantly courted by many drug reps wanting them to write prescriptions for their drugs. A good doctor knows which drugs work best and will recommend them without hesitation.
Tune in next time for the commonsense approach to health insurance. For now, this is Nurse Ratched signing off to get some much needed beauty sleep. 10/9/2007 Warning: Love Can Be Hazardous To Your HealthOver the years there has been many "scare" campaigns to get people to wake up and live healthier lives. We all know smoking can lead to lung and heart disease. Excessive alcohol consumption over time can cause liver and brain damage. Eating fiberous roughage can help prevent colon cancer, yet excessive fiber intake can cause the silent but deadly MGA (massive gas attacks). The mercury in canned tunafish is harmful if you eat more than 1 can of tuna every 2 weeks over a prolonged period of time. Artificial sweeteners in the past were rumored to cause cancer. Sugar and caffeine have been on the medical journal hit list for years being suspect to causing everthing from hyperactivity to enlarged prostrates. The list goes on and on and have many people wondering just what is safe to ingest and what activities should we avoid.
Today I got a chuckle from an article claiming bad relationships can lead to heart disease. Soon the term "broken-hearted" will take on a whole new meaning! I foresee in the future when people suffer from being broken hearted it will be grounds for having someone arrested for attempted murder? Single people will no longer have to bear the stigma of being viewed as freaks or damaged goods with excessive baggage. Single people will be able to simply answer when quizzed about not having a significant other that they are trying to live a healthier lifestyle and avoid dying at a young age. The next time when the possibility of having a relationship with someone happens, ask yourself how that special someone will impact your overall health. Are they going to be like alcohol and feel great for a short while, but become detrimental over time or will they be like fiber causing some mild discomfort from time to time, but actually help prevent anything bad from happening?
6/5/2006 When Breast Cancer Strikes HomeLife can really be a bitch at times. It's hard enough to just get through the everyday obstacles without all the random zingers that get slung into the mix along the way. Tomorrow (actually today since sleep has eluded me once again), will be spent waiting to hear what I hope is favorable news about my mother's surgery. The reality that she was diagnosed with having breast cancer last week is just starting to sink in and although, she tells everyone not to worry about her, how can her family and friends not worry?
I had to finally tell her to stop telling people how to feel because they have the right to be upset. Frankly, as I watch her I seem to be more concerned about her reaction over the news than by the cancer itself. As with most life changing events, the stages a person goes through in order to reach acceptance involves dealing with some very unpleasant feelings. I keep asking myself where are those feelings in her? She has yet to display anything, but a very passive acceptance of her fate. Is it possible to just jump from point A to point Z and bypass all the letters inbetween? Is the strong facade she displays going to come crumbling down around her after her surgery?
She acts like someone who has had time to process all the ramifications of what having breast cancer entails, yet how could that be possible? As she went through her weight loss over several months, did she suspect she had cancer? Has all her trips to various doctors been for something other than routine visits? I hate to sound suspicious, but my mother is the type of person who would keep this sort of thing a secret for as long as possible. Mothers do those types of things to protect the people they love from having to share in the pain. Mothers are strong even at their weakest moments.
I feel angry and confused, yet I don't know who or what should be the target of my emotions... life? God? the aging process? the cancer itself? I haven't allowed myself the luxury of crying because somehow I feel as though crying is a sign that I believe I'll lose my mother to cancer. No, I won't let myself cry... not now! Not for a long time yet to come! And because I'm a mother also, I'll be strong just like my mother is. 3/29/2006 Do You Remember What The Dormouse Said?The number of people taking antidepressants is already overwhelming and those numbers keep increasing each year. Why? Could it be that somehow we get smothered by the everyday humdrums of living? Does the fast pace and stress in which we work have us drowning in a corporate cesspool? As we grow older, do we slowly forget how to have fun? Does laughter and adventure always have to come with a pricetag?
It's imperative to broaden our horizons in whatever way we feel best suits us instead of becoming imprisoned in a life where we feel void of being who we really are. We owe it to ourselves to stretch our wings, to go for the gusto and to pass along the secret of remaining forever young...do not compromise! Stay true to yourself and walk towards happiness instead of being completely blinded by obligation and by society's morals. Be fearless... be yourself!
Do whatever it takes to "FEED YOUR HEAD"!!! 1/3/2005 Forever YoungFrom the time we are small children we are taught that growing old is something to be feared, dreaded and avoided at all costs. Just look at what advertising is geared towards! No wonder so may people go through upheavals as they reach middle age and start to show signs of wear and tear. Vanity tells us that as our outer beauty fades we become less desirable in many ways. We see the fate of the elderly and know that someday we will sit where they are. As we furiously diet and exercise to stay fit, is it really for health purposes or is it to hold onto our vanishing youth a little longer? Are the botox injections, breast implants or comestic surgery just another step closer to the fountain of youth or just something that society has pressured us into considering as a welcomed partner to help us through a mid-life crisis? Should we concentrate on the outer beauty and struggle to stay youthful or should we concentrate on the inner beauty and wisdom that comes with age? Shouldn't we be able to know and feel good that within each of us is the same person we were years ago without feeling self conscious that the physical part changes? I think I'll stick with the philosophy "aging is inevitable, but growing old is optional..." That way I can just do whatever feels right for me regarding gray hair and wrinkles. |
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