Doctor’s Visit

Today I had a doctor’s appointment. It was a check-up from the labs I had drawn yesterday. We go over the report and he makes suggestions as to what I can do to help myself.

All the numbers on those LD’s etc were in normal ranges. I was happy. My sugars had come down a little with having added five units of insulin these past few months but he wants them to where they were several years ago, I think, so he added five more units of insulin.

It was my turn to make suggestions this visit. I had a full memory list of what I wanted to ask but got shot down on all of my questions. He explained why this and that and I understood what he was saying, until we got to my last question.

I told him about my Dystonia causing my arch to hurt most days from my toes curling. I explained that my weeble-wobble was becoming more of a daily issue now. He said, there wasn’t anything to FIX ME.

I guess I knew it inside from belonging to so many support groups on FB. What his suggestion was as he was opening the door to leave was; “Probably time to consider using a walker full-time and get a wheelchair.”

I said nothing. He said nothing. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and smiled then left to see the next patient. I stood and stared at him as he walked away. It has been four hours since that talk and I still don’t want to believe it.

I told one of my friends about it and expressed I was not ready to sit in a wheelchair, even part-time. They asked me, “Falls and hospitals or safe and at home?”



I was tagged for this reading on my Facebook. i found it interesting and truth.


Aaron Avner

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the award for the best grown corn. One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors. “How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?” the reporter asked.

“Why sir,” said the farmer, “Didn’t you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn.”

So is with our lives… Those who want to live meaningfully and well must help enrich the lives of others, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all…
-Call it power of collectivity…
-Call it a principle of success…
-Call it a law of life.
The fact is, none of us truly wins, until we all win!!


Photo taken by me.



One Nation Under God

I decided to reach out and risk slams. I have thought about it off and on and when articles pop back up; it reminds me to speak my mind with grace.

I ran across this article this morning on my Facebook.


The immediate question that arises in me is; why. Why is there a freeze? Why is there doubt? Why is there a why.

This is God’s earth,  his blue marble, his creation, his thought, his plan. We are guests. We are placed here to learn, love one another, help each other and pray for each other. We are here to help bring the non-believers to God; no matter what anyone else chooses to believe; this is my stand and belief. We are here to not be afraid to say thank-you.

We are not here to humiliate others by treating them different because they are not like us, or have the same money as us, or homes and cars. We are not here to take advantage of others by being shady or untruthful, or to make money from those that do not understand.

We are not here to make disrespectful comments to our President, our government. We are not here to force others to be on our side. We are not here to burn flags, beat and kill for pure pleasure or differences of opinions.

We are not here to judge. We have no right. We are not God. God placed those with a different color, a different language, a different culture for a reason.

If you are protesting placing your hand over your heart and saying the Pledge of Allegiance, than why are you here?



I Pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Untied States of America.
And to the republic, for wich it stands, one nation under God.
Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America.
And to the republic, for wich it stands, one nation under God.
Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
The pledge of allegiancs to the flag, as a pledge to the ideals fo our
The men who fought and died, for the building of the great nation.
It’s a pledge to fullfill our duties and obligations as citizons of the Untied States.
And to uphold the principals of our constitution.
And last but not least, it’s a pledge to maintain the four great feedoms
Cherished by all Americans, freedom of speech, freedom of religion,
Freedom for want, and freedom from fear.
I pledge allegiance, to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the religion, for wich it stands, one nation under God.
Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

Read more: Lee Greenwood – The Pledge Of Allegiance Lyrics | MetroLyrics


We are to stand together, help each other, look down on no one, love each other as we do ourselves.

There is so much rivalry on our land. There is sadness, depression, anger, hatred. The competition to be better and above others is at an all-time high.

I am proud to be an American. I remember saying the Pledge of Allegiance when I was a child in school. I remember being allowed to say God in schools. Church was a place to go and be proud of.


I am a better person for being taught to do what is right. I am proud of who I am and where I live.

Don’t you think we need to revert back to where we remember why we are here? Shouldn’t we return to helping our  neighbor? Shouldn’t we go back and remember, God made the land we walk on and we are lucky enough to be able to share a piece of God’s work?