I have Polymyositis, a disease that destories every muscle in your body being a slow, painful process. Individuals find it difficult to bring up any disease one has for various reason or thinking that some are tired of your 'whining'. This is a chance for us to share our pain, concerns, fears or future. The plethora good/bad/herbs/vitamin/drug pills, what works or not. Please share your thoughts on how to cope or how to ease the mental/physical condition you find yourself in.
I thought today as I pondered my life-Is it my gift to be a nurse? Did I wish to be an artist like Becky S, a sculpture, a wood carver like my Dad, a poem writer like Amy or my friend Judy. Didn't I go when I was younger to a watercolor class to find out there was no hidden talent. I thought there had to be talent there - after all the relatives who are artistic. Early on in the class I learned an appreciation of those who do have the ability to express themselves with painting and any other talent. There is a Shaker song about the gift to be simple and a gift to be free. It is a gift in our fast paced world to appreciate simple things. To go outside and appreciate the stars, to stop and smell the floweres and the beauty unsurpassed by anything man could create. I love gardening and harvesting my fruits and vegetables chemical free. Of course you have to harvest the apples and pears early before the worms consume them but I just wonder if some of those chemicals alter the DNA of cells and make them grow and not die. I also went to two funerals this week. My friend Judy fought cancer for a year and thought she could have more time if she continue to do chemo. That wasn't the case, even after seeking after a cure that healed someone else, eventually it caused her to have kidney failure. Unlike the other funeral there was only a pink urn and a picture and things all around the room that Judy loved. Pins, books, garden tools, a poem about Queen Ann's lace, pictures of her and her family (happy pictures). The time we have on this earth is precious gift. I used to think it was a gift to just get old, now I realize - life is precious no matter how old you are. Sometimes our bodies fail us, no matter how conscientious (I had to look that up) we are. I know people to take that to extreme and I wonder how much it really matters. My father used to say to me "Just how long do you want to live" back in my almost vegetarian days. Your Grandpa D used to savor the fat on the meat and he lived to be 86. I used to have a pumper sticker on my car that read "Life's too short to drink bad wine". I used to say that applied to all aspects of my life and I try not to let opportunities go by to do new things or have new experiences. I discovered after a class on raising bees. Just because I like the product doesn't mean I have to produce the product. I do have a tendency to ramble, so forgive me..Peace to you
I truly enjoyed the thoughtfulness of you comment. Nursing, is an art that few have. How long does artwork last?, the flowers of spring?, writings?. The art of healing, nursing transcends generation after generation. I hd the privilege of mowing Grandpa's yard Afterward I would share a lunch with them both, with Grandpa stating just what you said ' eat the fat it's good for you. My two boys till have to stand aside when the fat is passed, I love that fat.
Life is such a wonderful gift - we want it to go on and on.
ReplyDeleteI thought today as I pondered my life-Is it my gift to be a nurse? Did I wish to be an artist like Becky S, a sculpture, a wood carver like my Dad, a poem writer like Amy or my friend Judy. Didn't I go when I was younger to a watercolor class to find out there was no hidden talent. I thought there had to be talent there - after all the relatives who are artistic. Early on in the class I learned an appreciation of those who do have the ability to express themselves with painting and any other talent.
ReplyDeleteThere is a Shaker song about the gift to be simple and a gift to be free. It is a gift in our fast paced world to appreciate simple things. To go outside and appreciate the stars, to stop and smell the floweres and the beauty unsurpassed by anything man could create.
I love gardening and harvesting my fruits and vegetables chemical free. Of course you have to harvest the apples and pears early before the worms consume them but I just wonder if some of those chemicals alter the DNA of cells and make them grow and not die.
I also went to two funerals this week. My friend Judy fought cancer for a year and thought she could have more time if she continue to do chemo. That wasn't the case, even after seeking after a cure that healed someone else, eventually it caused her to have kidney failure. Unlike the other funeral there was only a pink urn and a picture and things all around the room that Judy loved. Pins, books, garden tools, a poem about Queen Ann's lace, pictures of her and her family (happy pictures).
The time we have on this earth is precious gift. I used to think it was a gift to just get old, now I realize - life is precious no matter how old you are. Sometimes our bodies fail us, no matter how conscientious (I had to look that up) we are. I know people to take that to extreme and I wonder how much it really matters. My father used to say to me "Just how long do you want to live" back in my almost vegetarian days. Your Grandpa D used to savor the fat on the meat and he lived to be 86. I used to have a pumper sticker on my car that read "Life's too short to drink bad wine". I used to say that applied to all aspects of my life and I try not to let opportunities go by to do new things or have new experiences. I discovered after a class on raising bees. Just because I like the product doesn't mean I have to produce the product.
I do have a tendency to ramble, so forgive me..Peace to you
I truly enjoyed the thoughtfulness of you comment. Nursing, is an art that few have. How long does artwork last?, the flowers of spring?, writings?. The art of healing, nursing transcends generation after generation. I hd the privilege of mowing Grandpa's yard Afterward I would share a lunch with them both, with Grandpa stating just what you said ' eat the fat it's good for you. My two boys till have to stand aside when the fat is passed, I love that fat.
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