Today I am taking leave of writing my own blog to share something I ran across Facebook by author John Rodel. It’s a conversation with God that many who have experienced medical mayhem have had
The whole world is in a constant state of evolution. I don’t mean that I am a proponent of evolution over creation rather that once God created the world and man, He allowed it and
Are you dealing with a cross in your life? Maybe it’s an addiction, a failed marriage, a child who is lost in a sea of decadence and self-indulgence. Or COVID-19 has infected your life or
I have survived cancer, heart disease and deep depression but at 65 years of age I have never before seen what is happening to America. I find myself discouraged with feelings of hopelessness for this
There are those in my family that feel I spend too much time thinking and talking about death and dying. Perhaps I do think about it more than most – but not in a sad
COVID-19 is a monster. I know monsters. As a little girl my biggest fear was climbing out of the bed at night to use the potty. I thought my bed was my castle and the
Like a yearly physical, you need to periodically test to see what you can and can no longer do. This was made clear to me recently. For the past month we have been dealing with
Have you ever been blinded? Blinded to addictions or bad habits you have garnered along the way. Blinded to the destructive or perhaps dishonest practices encouraged at your job. Blinded to what is going on
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.
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
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
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