I am a multitasker. In my younger days I thrived on seeing how much I could do all at the same time. I was a wife, mother, and business owner, caregiver for my mom, Girl
A friend of mine didn’t know he had low blood pressure until he was well into middle age, and then he learned it only by accident. His doctor of many years was out of town
With the worldwide pandemic I find that I have gotten away from writing about what I am most passionate about. And that is Surviving Medical Mayhem, being a caregiver and/or being a care receiver. It
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
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
I have recently traveled back in time and I do it every time I pass by the kitchen bar counter. Thad recently got me a Digital Picture Frame for my birthday as our old small
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
Seeing my childhood dream of writing and publishing come to fruition has been filled with so much emotion and learning that it is difficult to put into words. But try I must. Not unlike the
No two friends could have been closer. They did everything together. Whether helping each other lose weight, going to Walmart or traveling to visit family, they were inseparable. While they were not of the same
Thad and I were having our personal training session where my daughter, Francesca works. She enjoys the office because the doctor, office manager, massage therapist and the other rehabilitative exercise therapist work together as a
As I trudged into the bathroom for my third visit of the night, I began to review my health status. The review went something like this. At 64 I have more aches and pains than
I have some wonderful memories of my dad: making up songs or singing U.S. army songs with my dad as he and I ran errands around town – “Over hill, over dale, we have hit