Daily Archives: August 22, 2013

Don’t Let The Small Things Pass You By

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The first thing I want to do is thank Mandy C. for sending Al and myself a card. They were beautiful and Al  said, ” your friends think I’m cool.”  I just about cracked up laughing and he smiled big for me. That was a high-light of my day. Thank-you again Mandy.

I have decided not to speak about myself directly and not mention Al, or M.S.A. or the word tears.

Instead I thought I would just be simple-minded that I am and share with you different photos of what I find beautiful in the world that I walk in. Ready, set, go. Oh, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did putting it together for my best friends, YOU.

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Daily Prompt; Viral

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com, DP, Daily Prompt

The New York Times is going to feature your blog on its home page, and you’ve been asked to publish a new post — it’ll be the first thing tens of thousands of new readers see. Write it.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FIRST.

Hi, my name is Terry. I started writing because God told me too. Before I started writing I spent many hours in elderly people‘s homes caring for them. Sometimes staying for days upon end at a time.

During the time I worked outside the home I was also caring for my Father who had Myeloma. http://www.lls.org/diseaseinformation/myeloma/

Somewhere along my journey in life I started questioning life. I wanted to know what my place was here on earth. What was my talent that God hath given to me. I would glance back at where I had been and once I became better at this I could see pretty much where God was leading me.

Today I would call myself a Professional Caregiver without the Nursing license behind it. Working with disabled children and adults, geriatric and Hospice patients I learned a lot. I can handle the care of a G-tube. I can use an aspirator. I can give medications and shots. I can take your temperature under the tongue, under the arm, or even in the you know where.

I can sit with you while you are sad. I can read you your favorite books. I can read Bible stories to you. I can cry with you and hold your hand in mine. I can place a cool cloth on your forehead. I can sit up, lay you down, change your briefs, take you for a ride or a walk. I can be your best friend. You can count on me to not tell any of your deepest secrets or your worst fears.

I will promise you that you will not die alone. I will be right beside you until your last breath happens. I can file your insurance papers. I can call in your refills, or make doctor appointments for you. I can clean and tidy your house, sorry but no window washing from this gal.

I can do your laundry, cook your meals, and fatten you up with home-made sweet treats. Yes, God has been good to me. He blessed me with a  heart full of love and compassion.

I have to admit not everyone sees me this way. It takes a special person to recognize this type of soul. I have been told I can be cold, bitchy, whiny and nagging. But most of the time I do act in that manner it is out of frustration. For having explained how I feel over and over and the one listening still not getting my point. I do tend to become a little edgy by then.

When you are ill, you listen. You crave for a voice, you desire someone to care. This I can offer.

So when you read my blog New York people, you will know that each and every word written is the truth and nothing but the truth. My blog will always be written from my heart and soul and I will always be speaking directly to you. Why, you ask? Because, this is my talent from God and when God makes people, he does it right.

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Faster Than A Hummingbird

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My morning wasn’t like I hoped. The first thing I did was change my sheets. When I came out to the kitchen I started the coffee and walked through the living room and stopped as I saw where Rhino got sick on the carpet.

I grabbed the cleaner and started to do my duty then off to get Al up. I should back track here and say that last night,  he didn’t want to get up from his nap after supper. After trying a few times I finally got him to wake up at 10:30 so he could take his medications and eat his snack.

After he finished he stayed a wake about an hour and then back to sleep. This morning when I woke up I could hear wild tremors through the baby monitor. He was a wake. So when I went in I had a big smile on my face until I pulled his blankets back and gulped and sighed.

Al’s internal furnace doesn’t work. His body doesn’t know if it is too cool him off or heat him up so he sweats terribly. When I stood him up he had sweated so bad that his image lay in the sheets. It was bad enough that the mattress itself was soaked.

I ignored it and got Al cleaned up and dressed for Day Program. After taking him to the kitchen and making his breakfast, I went to the kitty spot and it wasn’t good enough. I had to work at this two more times before I felt it was clean and odor free.

I then headed for Al’s room and stripped his bed and scrubbed the mattress down. After drying it good I took all the dirty linen to the laundry room. Checking on Al’s eating progress I saw that hundreds of beads of sweat  were popping out all over him.

When he finished breakfast he couldn’t brush his teeth as his tremors for the past few days have been quicker than a humming bird’s wings.banddemo.jpg

I brushed his teeth and washed him once again. I got his backpack ready and his lunch bag ready and sat him by the door. I went in and cleaned up the table and did the dishes real quick. I hurried and started the laundry.

When I went back to take Al outside to wait for the bus, he had sweated through his clothes once again. Another wash up and change of shirt. I gave him one of his medications to try to slow down the tremors and the furnace.

By the time the bus loaded him up I was ready for a nap. But it wasn’t going to happen. I had to meet Hospice this morning. Upon seeing him I noticed his sweating had decreased and so did his tremors, but he was in a roaring mood.

He was telling the nurse how bad his legs hurt  and cussing out the illness. She decided to talk to the doctor and see about increasing the dosage on his pain patch and to see if there was something for his tremors.

Al is taking the PRN medications now on a daily basis. The nurse explained that the more he takes the weaker his body will become and his agitated state of mind  will become stronger because he will notice his weakness.

It is like a darn Merry go round. It is never going to end. HPIM0140 He is going to take more and more pain medications to just get through each day until there are no more days left.

On my way home from seeing the nurse I came upon this stretch of road right before turning into my drive way. It is a straight shot. I suddenly started to think floor it Terry, just floor it. Drive like a demon from hell. Get the bugs out of your system. Clean everything out. Let’s go somewhere, nowhere, anywhere, but don’t turn into that drive.

The thought came and flashed a way. I came back to my senses and the sister I know I am and pulled into my drive. Back to reality I go. Check the spot on the floor. Finish the laundry. Squeeze in a little cat nap. Pull the pizza out of the freezer.  Dress it up better than it looks and pop it in the oven. Go outside and sit on the chair watching for the bus to bring my brother home.

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