We Are Here for a Reason no Matter the Age


As most of you know; I have been a caregiver for what it seems half my life. I have a deep desire to care for others. I like knowing that I had something to do with how they feel about themselves and life.

 

Since I have become disabled myself, it is hard to have to look at me as one who needs help. I received my Life Alert pendant and machine yesterday. It was very simple to hook-up and now I wear a companion around my neck. When I am cooking or taking a shower; it is nice to know that I really am not alone any longer. A push of a button sends help if I truly need it.

 

I help people on my Facebook. I try to continue to educate those with M.S.A., but I miss actually getting out and going to help others. We sometimes believe that when we grow older; life will really not change that much. The only one who could possibly change is ourselves in our health.

 

This isn’t true though. The people who we invite into our lives, their lives change also. Sickness comes, money problems, loss of some type; life continues on and this allows me to still be of help at times. I friend of mine is in a health crisis at this point, and once again, I am going to be able to help out with some caring experience.

 

I ask for prayers for my friend. Prayers for God to enter their heart. Prayers for healing. These are the two most important issues I can think of at this point. So if anyone believes in prayer, please remember me in them.

 

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Look into the Depth


It isn’t what you see in front of you. It’s what you see in depth. A stressful time of year for most. Even the television ads push stress.

The whole idea is to stay calm, remain calm, even though you feel as if you are the topper on a spinner toy. How can anyone know how you feel? They don’t live your life. They don’t walk in your shoes.

While kiddies are getting pumped full of Christmas toy thoughts, some of us are stuck in the Sad lane. A loved one may have just passed or maybe a loved one is ill. Maybe there are people missing from the table this year.

Perhaps the family dog went to heaven, or there was a car accident a friend was involved with. Maybe there is gossip going on at your work. Anything is possible and so many things happen. We are eventually caught up in something that can take us away from our day.

The only way to get through our life tragedies is to have roots in solid ground. A faith we can fall back on. Words of wisdom, our Bibles, a close friend we can tell anything to.

When things look bad, don’t see the surface, don’t panic. Let your feelings go deep. Feel the depth of your foundation. Get into it. Let it slide through your soul. Tomorrow is a brand new day.

 

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This Could Be You


You have been a part of the family your entire life. You know which ones you look forward to seeing and which ones to hide from.

Year after year you spend holidays together. You know the routine, then one year; everything changes. Uncle Ray passed away. Aunt Betty is now in a nursing home.

The cousins you played with are all grown and go to their own holiday gatherings. The big, oval table looks smaller. The laughter not quite as loud.

Some of your favorite foods are no longer there. Yes, life certainly changes doesn’t it?

Then the next year you go, a bigger change than ever has happened. Your favorite Aunt Sue is different. You don’t know what happened exactly but something sure did.

She repeats herself over and over. She wanders the familiar house like she has never been in it before. She walks up to me and ask me my name. I say,” You know my name. It’s Bill. Remember? You used to call me little Billy.”

She looks at you and nods her head. She wonders off and in less than ten minutes, she is back, asking you the same question, “What’s your name?”

You soon find yourself walking to another room when you see her coming. You feel guilt because you love her so much, but my gosh, she’s asked you five times who you are.

By the end of the day, you learn that she has Alzheimer’s disease. You have heard of it but don’t know much about it. When the holiday is over you return to your own home.

On the next free time you have; you research this disease. You find ways to interact with your Aunt. You give a donation to the foundation to help find a cure.

On the next holiday you seek her out. You go to her and put your arm around her. Looking her straight in the eyes you tell her hello and how much she has meant to you all these years

Written by,
Terry Shepherd

This disease can strike about the same time you are thinking about your retirement years. It’s a sad disease to watch and you can feel very frustrated and emotional watching your loved ones go through it. The best thing to do is not get angry. Don’t argue with the patient with this illness. You will lose.
Give a donation and help find a cure.

 

 

It Should Have Never Happened This Way


She was poor. He was poor. The two together were rich in love. They scraped and saved and were able to put a down payment on a small property outside of town. It had one acre which was plenty big enough for the garden they wanted to plant. The house was needing a lot of love and they knew with time; they could fix it up real nice.

 

One by one the five children were born. Money got tighter but they made it. They grew their vegetables.  They butchered a cow once a year. They canned wild berries and peaches from the trees. They made their own applesauce. Nothing was wasted.

 

Christmas and birthdays were celebrated with a home-made cake with a vanilla frosting and there was always a stitched gift of some sort that each child needed at that particular time.

 

The kids were sent to the one-room school which had stood for over one hundred years. They attended until the parents thought they had learned enough and then kept them home to  help out on the land.

 

The kids seemed good in the parents eyes; but their deep thoughts were on anything but this home. They wanted more. They had read plenty of high society magazines and books and they knew there was a bigger world out there.

 

As each one grew up and found their own way, they either moved out and on or got married and bought a property in town. There wasn’t much communication between the kids and parents after those days. They seemed to be more interested in obtaining what they thought they lacked as kids and the parents were dealing with more and more health issues.

 

They didn’t have health care insurance. Oh, they got sick now and then. A cold, a flu to deal with or a bad stomach ache. Neither of them had thought or been taught about what would or could happen when they got old.

 

Pa had recurring pain in his chest until one day he fell down. He never got back up and the family came and paid their last respects out back underneath the big oak tree. It was right after that; they left to go back to their lives.

 

Ma tried her best to carry on what needed to be done each day; but she was not able to keep up. She was tired. She was ailing and she was old. Her gray hair was thinned. Her fingers had bumps in them from Arthritis. Her legs ached.

 

After about six months went by, she had a stroke. No one actually knew the real facts about how long she lay in that house until help arrived. She was checked over by the county doctor and placed in her bed.

 

Once a week the doc would come check on her. He would shake his head trying to figure out what was actually keeping her alive. She knew, but she wouldn’t speak of it. Words for her were hard to get out. Looking around her room, she saw work that needed to be done; but no one helped.

 

The kids came by about once a month. Their children played outside. It was almost like this was a task more than a visit. It was so filled with webs. The kids mainly sat by her bed and said few words. When they felt like the proper time had been spent, they called for the kids letting them know it was time to depart. No child ever said, goodbye grandma.

 

She was lonely. She yearned for the love of her dead husband. She had no reason to live. She made up her mind to take this in her own hands and so that next morning she willed herself to die.

 

Once again, the kids came to pay their respects. After the funeral was over, they went through the home and took what they wanted and took the remains and tossed it in a big burn pile out back.

 

When only ashes were seen, a sudden downpour of rain hit. Lightening struck. Trees were turned over. The sky dark. Thunder was as if it was cursing the kids for what they had done to their parents.

 

The lightening hit the barn and the house, burning it to the ground in no time at all. The kids who had run for cover, found no cover remaining. They were forced to watch as the home they grew up in was demolished. They were forced to hear the demons ravish their souls.

 

It was then, and only then, that the kids seemed to understand what had happened. They came together and held hands. They looked out and over the once loving home that their parents had given them and they wept; but it was too late. They would live with their guilt for the rest of their days.

 

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One Small Town= All Towns


The story goes; when you’re old and retired, time to relax. Is it really a relaxing time of life? I sat in on a meeting today here where I live. It was very interesting to listen to. The topic was about family law, wills and end of life decisions.

Sounds kind of gloomy to me. I actually have to face the facts that I am aging. It didn’t surprise me that the questions that rose from the people sitting around listening to the speaker had a little fear in their attitudes.

It is scary. I’m not going to lie. Maybe, at an earlier time, there was more financial stability or nice vehicles or food on the table. Here where I live, a spouse may have deceased. A job is no longer worked, and fixed income is a familiar phrase.

When you live in a surrounding where rules change at a drop of a hat; this does nothing more than raise the fear level. Many don’t have choices here. I am speaking about housing.

Where would they go if they do not co-operate with management changes? For even me, this could be a problem. I am sure that if I were without a roof, one of my children would provide a roof for me temporarily.

The issue becomes stress and worry though. Where do we go, if we can’t find a place to live. Here in my city, the rates for apartment living are beyond high. I live in the Capital of the Orthopedics city. For those who work in those factories; life is probably pretty good. For those who don’t work in that type of business, or have limited funds, what are they to do?

The speaker answered some questions with answers of perhaps being able to help. Some questions asked were not part of his area. You know what happens to Seniors when stress and worry about shelter and food are a daily worry? Heart attacks, the rise of blood pressure, strokes.

I just don’t see that being older and on fixed incomes is a fantastic way to live. I see it as a Survivor game. Who wants to play this game? No one volunteers to be the first player. I feel bad for all of us capped under “fixed income” people.

There are new apartments rising, which is good. They are for limited incomes. Do you know how fast these fill up? By the time you hear the word about it; they are all spoken for.

There are times, I get depressed. There are times, that I live, remembering to be thankful for what I do have. There are times when I have extra food and share it with my neighbors. We do what we need to do and we remember to keep our faith strong and be thankful for what we have.

How do we fix our problems of aging? I don’t know the answers. I wish I did. I would want to see everyone in here smile a sigh of relief and to know they are each safe and sound.

God bless and thank-you for letting me speak my heart tonight.

Goodnight.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Daily Prompt/One Word Prompt


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vague/

The word for today is; Vague

adjective
  1. of uncertain, indefinite, or unclear character or meaning.
    “many patients suffer vague symptoms”
    synonyms: indistinctindefiniteindeterminateunclearill-definedMore
    • thinking or communicating in an unfocused or imprecise way.
      “he had been very vague about his activities”

     

 

Esther lived in a community building full of adults. Some walked with walkers. Others had wheelchairs and some were able to walk without assistance.  Everyone seemed for the most part to get along with each other.

The biggest concerns were are sort of like a family living all under one roof. We get to know most personalities and when there is a resident who talks in a vague way or says something totally out of character, we worry.

What can we do? Nothing really. We are only roommates. It would be wonderful if friends and family members came and visited; even once in a while. How easy it would be for those of us to be able to let the family hear of our concerns.

Our hands are tied. We can make a move as far as letting others know or if it is seeming to be serious, we can contact the manager, but in the meantime, we have to sit by and do nothing.

The way I look at it is; the residents are someone’s mother, grandmother, grandfather and friend. You spoke to them before they moved here for various reasons. You can keep in touch with them while living here also.

There, I voiced my opinion. Thank-you for reading.

Could You Help Me?


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My birthday is coming up on this Saturday, April 21. I don’t know how many of you followed me while I cared for my brother who died from a rare neurological disease, called Multiple System Atrophy.

I had been a caregiver for many years and never, ever saw a disease so ugly and demanding as this and I am not just saying this because my brother suffered from it. It took everything from him and almost claimed his vision. It left him a vegetable in a shell and was a very painful death.

For my birthday, I am asking you to donate a $1-any amount to help find a cure. I swear to you, you don’t want any of your family members to get this.

 

Multiple system atrophy (MSA), also known as Shy–Drager syndrome, is a rare neurodegenerative disorder characterized by tremors, slow movement, muscle rigidity, and postural instability (collectively known as parkinsonism) due to dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system, and ataxia.

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The Blind Truth


The Blind Truth
 
Lies and cheating
And guns boo-hoo
Don’t know what to think
But I do know what to do.
 
Listen to the news
Pick out the truth
Throw the rest in the trash
And pray for our youth.
 
We can’t change spots
In the lion’s den
We can teach right from wrong
And hopefully then
 
When we become old and grey
When we need that helping hand
We’ll turn to those we prayed and led
And we’ll move smoothly into the promised land.
 
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
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Suppose, Imagine, Pretend, Tell, Despair/MSA


MARCH IS MULTIPLE SYSTEM AWARE MONTH

GO TO MSA.ORG   LEARN, GIVE, HELP FIND A CURE

DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER WHO DIED FROM THIS TERRIBLE ILLNESS FOUR YEARS AGO THIS MONTH.

 

SUPPOSE, IMAGINE, PRETEND, TELL, DESPAIR

Suppose one day

Things don’t feel right

Tremors or falls

But able to function.

 

 

Imagine going to the doctor

Expecting to hear familiar words

When nothing makes sense

You are condemned to death.

 

 

Pretend nothing is happening

Keep all to yourself

But daily chores

Are becoming a burden.

 

 

Tell all who love you

No one understands

They see you acting weird

They fade from your day.

 

 

Despair  surrounds you

You feel like giving up

You pray for a cure

You scream to the world.

WRITTEN BY,

TERRY SHEPHERD

 

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Daily Prompt/ One Word Prompt


https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/premonition/

The word for today; Premonition

a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant.
“he had a premonition of imminent disaster”
Why is it that a young man is allowed the space to walk into a public school and take people’s lives with a weapon such as a gun? Why is it that premonitions were felt and yet nothing was done about it?
This seems to be the case about the Florida school shooting.
Are we getting so used to violence in schools that we purposefully ignore the arrow-on hints? It was stated from various people that this man was unstable. He purchased weapons with a planned intent to hunt, hurt and kill.
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I am blessed or lucky to not have lived near an area where these school shootings have occurred.  I have heard on the news though of nearby school threats. I have learned to be very careful when I am out after dark. I try to be aware of my surroundings even in the daylight.

I do know that if I hear any hint of a threat; even made in a joking manner; I will take notice and report. I want everyone to not get used to this violence. I want everyone to listen to the conversation at hand. If you suspect or get that premonition; please don’t ignore. Maybe, you can help save lives, a life.