I’m proud of doing the right things, when I’ve done them, and ashamed of doing the wrong things, when I’ve done them. I’m proud of the times I have helped folks and ashamed of the times I’ve hurt them.
No matter what occurs, I get up, get dressed up and get back in the game. I’m proud of that.
My favorite quote . . . . .
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, I used everything you gave me'” Erma Bombeck
Last night was spent at Amy Stormant’s house.
They go long distances on foot. Running, jogging, walking. Some for a cause, others for different reasons. Some make no mention of why. Men, women and children do this. Some use a cart, others a backpack. Few are supported by vehicle.
With cars, trucks, and bicycles, why would anyone walk several hundred and sometimes several thousand miles. Well, we would have to ask each, that question.
When these folks finish, I’ve heard some express the desire to go again.
I’ve met a few of these travelers. Never met a nicer group. Learned something from each.
Each one an individual. Each one with a story.
The funding is low and slow, but somewhere on our little planet may be the genesis of the thought, that will lead to a cure. It’ll come. Somebody will trip over it or see it coming a mile away, and grab it. It may be a young scientists or it could be one nearing retirement. The idea could come from a casual conversation between two neuroscientists. A light bulb will come on. The cure is out there! We gotta Keep Going!
I found something on the road. I didn’t need it, so I tucked it away in a pocket. Later that day I overheard someone describe what they were searching for. I realized I had one just like it in my pocket.
I am grateful . . . . .
I’m still alive. Today is the 16 year anniversary of my last day in ICU at Kennestone Hospital. On March 27th, 2001 I was shaken by the sight of blood for several hours. Helicobacter pylori bacteria had caused a bleeding ulcer in the lining of my stomach. The blood loss at home and on the way to the hospital was significant. The emergency room doctors informed me that I may have only 2 hours to live. I weighed approximately 272 lbs that day. My life was spared.
I came out and went to work.
- 1800 calorie diet
- light resistance workouts
- aerobics workouts
- abb workouts
I lost 117 lbs in total.
I promised God I would get in shape and spend the rest of my life helping as many folks as possible. The weight loss came first, as did a few mental changes. Some running goals were set and accomplished. I continued working as a receiving manager. On June 1, 2012, I began helping in the fight with alzheimer’s disease. (dad had passed away a few months before the ulcer, with alzheimer’s.)
It’s been 58 months now nonstop, doing what I could, with what I had, where I was.
Maybe dates and anniversaries don’t matter, but maybe they do. They probably do.
It’s time for a change on my part. I will continue to work every day on maintaining my physical health. . . . . I’m being led to improve my communication skills. I have been blessed with hearing, reading and seeing a lot the last few years. I have a perspective that includes almost every aspect of the Alzheimer’s battle. I feel a responsibility to share the information with others. Alzheimer’s runs in dad’s family.
I have always exhibited some anxiety and depression and turned away from living in the present. That is my next hurdle, to change that. Posting only when inspired is a goal and I will try.
Thank you for reading this post.
No comfort zone for me, except during meditation. Just kidding about meditation.
I witnessed a very rare thing today. I watched as Maria Shiver sat alone and spoke with congressmen/women and she held her ground. She wasn’t bedazzled by where she was or by titles. I think the only title she cared about was “Caregiver”
She got in the trenches as far as this 66 year old is concerned. She took after her dad. He would be proud.
Maria Shriver, you were a breath of fresh air.
I sure was happy every time I happened upon one of these places out west. Always got a chocolate milkshake.
One is to share, and I mean really share the horrors of what Alzheimer’s disease does to a patient and a caregiver that has no resources to get help. Incontinence, violence, family breakups, and complete financial loss. Caregivers not being able to afford to pay for their own medicine and being forced to skip meals.
The second would be to explain how expensive alzheimer’s is already and how it is projected to break the bank. $175 billion paid by Medicaid and Medicare this year. Bankruptcy of America could come if this is not addressed.
It seems obvious the Congress is not going to lead, so we must. I could see and feel the sense of urgency in Maria Shrivers voice and her facial expressions, when she spoke to Congress today. I think she knows what’s coming and I think she senses there is not a lot of leadership that will push to get the money we need to find a cure for the most financially devastating disease mankind has ever known. She said the American voter is not going to take this anymore.
I guess we will see.