In times of stress, I always try to find the funny. Its a prescription I use repeatedly in surviving medical adversity. I thought we could all use a little levity at a time like this.
Whenever I see the entire United States map covered in COVID-19 red anxiety and dismay strikes within me.. Yet, I know fear is the devils work and what I really need is Trust. Trust that
Has the news been filling you with fear – even more than usual? You can’t turn on the TV, radio, or go into a grocery store without being reminded that the world is dealing with
I have had a love/hate relationship with Medicare since 1978 when I took a job working for a Home Oxygen Company in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I did the billing for patients who needed oxygen due
Sometimes we call ourselves “The Golden Girls”. Often we argue about who is Blanche, Dorothy or Rose and depending on what stunt we have pulled off during the past week determines which character we are.
In 2003 I was diagnosed with breast cancer, had a lumpectomy, radiation, and told I was cured. But was I healed? What is the difference between being cured and being healed? Healing and curing are
I don’t often talk about Valentine’s Day mainly because it means different things for different people. Many do not have a spouse, a boyfriend or girlfriend, or a significant other. Valentine’s Day can bring on
The overeating of the holidays brings New Year Resolutions of strict fasting, cutting carbs and purposefully healthy eating. But with the advent of the cold (or if you are from Florida like me, cooler) weather;
As I sat listening to Sunday’s sermon on the importance of small groups; I realized that part of the message can be applied to surviving medical mayhem. Whether you are the caregiver or the care
Have you noticed how sometimes change can inadvertently bring you unexpected gifts? Consider it a bonus for all the hassle that change can bring. It all started with a queen size bed for our guest
I recently learned that a friend of mine was going through medical mayhem. I was concerned and upset. She had been there for me when my world was turned upside down and I wanted to
“Mom, you sound just like Presley”. My daughter was commenting on my groans which indeed sounded more like the growls and whining of my grand dog than moans and groans of an adult human being.