Our youngest daughter, Colette and her daughter, Noelle came to the house the Sunday before Christmas. They had 2 scrolls that were tied with red ribbon... handed one to San and one to me... It was an invitation to have Christmas brunch and dinner with them at their NEW RESIDENCE. For the first time in a very long time, I was absolutely speechless. I kept saying "Oh My God!!!!!". They had moved way back in November. Never said a word. They said that we had so much going on that they didn't want to add any more stress for us.
We'd already bought the food for Christmas dinner and preparations had begun for the holiday... Our middle daughter, Toni, was driving down from Atlanta for the holidays and my brother was joining us for dinner. Colette and Noelle had already put up our tree and decorated it... Suddenly I had to switch gears and change plans which made me feel a bit off balance. It was the first time since we came back to Florida (14 years) that we did not have our Family Christmas dinner at our home. It was a new and strange feeling.
On Christmas when it was time to open our gifts, someone said that it was very interesting that I had the most gifts.. especially, since I have not been that good. LOL I was truly surprised and very happy with all of my gifts. There was another first... except for my brother... I had not done any Christmas shopping... we gave everyone $$ gifts.
Christmas came and went so quickly. I can't believe that it's New Years eve. I guess it's all a sign of getting old. No celebrating for us old folks... We'll open a bottle of Sparkling Apple Cider to toast New Year... Telephone the rest of the family to wish them Happy New year and go to bed...
Happy New Year to you too..
Monday, December 31, 2007
Update for Sanford.
I can finally breathe again... I feel free. I feel as if I am no longer walking around with a heavy backpack. Our whole family's relieved and our friends are too. Last Thursday, Sanford received a really good report from both his surgeon and oncologist. San's still anemic, but they're working on that. There's still one more bridge to cross... He's having a PET scan on Wednesday. And God willing, we'll be starting the New Year with a clean slate.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Support service that doesn't support.
I'm not so sure that the cyber world is not as unpredictable as those who know nothing about it believe it to be. Or is it because some of the people who are employed in the the cyber world make it unpredictable and unbelievable.
For years we've shared jokes about people in the work place who should not be allowed to touch computers. Well here's a new one for you. But this is about the support staff of a very popular ISP.
Monday they sent me an email advising that me I could receive, but not send emails because I was sending SPAM... I called them and after some discussion when I explained that on occasion I find it necessary to send blind copies to protect recipients, but I don't send Spam. They agreed that I could send emails. They reconfigured my account, tested it and when everything was back to normal they hung up.
Shortly thereafter, once again, I was unable to send mail, I kept getting an error response. I called them back and spoke with several people who kept transferring me to a more qualified tech as they found they couldn't help me. The last support technician told me that he didn't understand what the problem was and that he could not help me... He suggested I call the manufacturer of my computer. I called eMachines/Gateway and when I explained the reason for my call, they took control of my PC and tried unsuccessfully for almost an hour to resolve the problem. They tried one thing after another to correct the problem. Finally, they said it was a Comcast problem that eMachines could not correct. Advised me to call Comcast back....
I DID NOT call Comcast. Figured why should I ?? They'd already told me they couldn't help me. Imagine paying for service that you weren't getting... I just couldn't believe what was happening.
I called AT&T instead. I'm now a new AT&T Internet customer. Because we already had AT&T local phone service and AT&T wireless service... We're getting a discount on our wireless service, plus $$ back for bundling and for switching to AT&T. Our total bill for all 3 services is less now than we were paying prior to this unbelievable experience with Comcast.
I still can't believe they actually told me that they didn't understand why I was/am having the problem and could not correct it. Have you ever heard of such a thing?
For years we've shared jokes about people in the work place who should not be allowed to touch computers. Well here's a new one for you. But this is about the support staff of a very popular ISP.
Monday they sent me an email advising that me I could receive, but not send emails because I was sending SPAM... I called them and after some discussion when I explained that on occasion I find it necessary to send blind copies to protect recipients, but I don't send Spam. They agreed that I could send emails. They reconfigured my account, tested it and when everything was back to normal they hung up.
Shortly thereafter, once again, I was unable to send mail, I kept getting an error response. I called them back and spoke with several people who kept transferring me to a more qualified tech as they found they couldn't help me. The last support technician told me that he didn't understand what the problem was and that he could not help me... He suggested I call the manufacturer of my computer. I called eMachines/Gateway and when I explained the reason for my call, they took control of my PC and tried unsuccessfully for almost an hour to resolve the problem. They tried one thing after another to correct the problem. Finally, they said it was a Comcast problem that eMachines could not correct. Advised me to call Comcast back....
I DID NOT call Comcast. Figured why should I ?? They'd already told me they couldn't help me. Imagine paying for service that you weren't getting... I just couldn't believe what was happening.
I called AT&T instead. I'm now a new AT&T Internet customer. Because we already had AT&T local phone service and AT&T wireless service... We're getting a discount on our wireless service, plus $$ back for bundling and for switching to AT&T. Our total bill for all 3 services is less now than we were paying prior to this unbelievable experience with Comcast.
I still can't believe they actually told me that they didn't understand why I was/am having the problem and could not correct it. Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Saturday, December 15, 2007
An Early Christmas Gift
This past Thursday I was given the first of two reports of the bone marrow biopsy and it was good news. It didn't show multiple myeloma [a cancer].. but I will be watched closely... Obviously it was a possibility... The second part (the Chromosome report) is still pending, due next week. But Doctor doesn't expect it to be anything to worry about... so he will see me again in February, unless there's a surprise in the chromosome findings.
Some more good news... I'm no longer anemic!!!
Finally, after all of those scary tests during the year... I can breathe. It's like I've been holding my breath, afraid and waiting for good news. I feel like a a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. God is Good !!!
Some more good news... I'm no longer anemic!!!
Finally, after all of those scary tests during the year... I can breathe. It's like I've been holding my breath, afraid and waiting for good news. I feel like a a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. God is Good !!!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
ANOTHER DAY UNLIKE ANY OTHER.
This morning I finally had my bone marrow biopsy. It was done in my doctor's office.
I was lying on my side on the table as the doctor pressed spots on my lower back searching for thin bone that was close to the surface when he realized that I was too sensitive in that area to do it there (I have a bad back). He told the nurses that I was "jumping all over the place and would hurt myself if he attempted to get the marrow from there''. He said "Fortunately, there is another part on the body where the biopsy can be done". Are you ready for where?... IN MY CHEST!! ... between my breasts. Yes!!! And that's where it was done... owwwww.
Believe me, there WAS some pain, I won't go into details here... You probably don't want to know anyway, but if you are interested just call me... LOL
Medically, the procedure is described as 'sometimes uncomfortable and is tolerated well by children and adults'. Also said that 'There may be some discomfort after the needles are removed'. I certainly would like to edit that description. There were times when the procedure definitely was not uncomfortable... but was PAINFUL, including sharp, stinging and dull pains. I find it very hard to believe that whomever wrote that description spoke from personal experience... Perhaps they were afraid that if it were known what it's really like... some might refuse to have it done.
I kept my eyes closed until it was finished. As I listened to the doctor and nurses talking during the procedure, I knew I had made the right decision to close my eyes and not see all of the needles and stuff and what was sent to the lab.
One of the nurses held my hand and encouraged me during the procedure... she told me breathe in and out when it REALLY hurt; she kept telling me that I was doing great. Dr. R. also said that I did great. Before I left, other nurses and the receptionist, all complimented me on how great I did.
For a long time after the procedure was finished the nurse had to apply pressure where the needles had been, to ensure that I didn't hemorrhage and so that the blood didn't spread under my skin. I left there with a big bandage on my chest. I'm curious as to what it'll look like when the bandage is removed. I'm taking 2 Tylenol capsules every 4 hours while I have discomfort.
The first part of the results will be ready next week and the second part, I'll learn the following week.
Sanford is seeing the same Oncologist next week, when the doctor will let us know whether or not he thinks San needs chemo therapy. And on December 17, Sanford goes to the hospital for an Outpatient procedure, where the surgeon will 'Take a look around' and check to see if the cancer's all gone.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
I was lying on my side on the table as the doctor pressed spots on my lower back searching for thin bone that was close to the surface when he realized that I was too sensitive in that area to do it there (I have a bad back). He told the nurses that I was "jumping all over the place and would hurt myself if he attempted to get the marrow from there''. He said "Fortunately, there is another part on the body where the biopsy can be done". Are you ready for where?... IN MY CHEST!! ... between my breasts. Yes!!! And that's where it was done... owwwww.
Believe me, there WAS some pain, I won't go into details here... You probably don't want to know anyway, but if you are interested just call me... LOL
Medically, the procedure is described as 'sometimes uncomfortable and is tolerated well by children and adults'. Also said that 'There may be some discomfort after the needles are removed'. I certainly would like to edit that description. There were times when the procedure definitely was not uncomfortable... but was PAINFUL, including sharp, stinging and dull pains. I find it very hard to believe that whomever wrote that description spoke from personal experience... Perhaps they were afraid that if it were known what it's really like... some might refuse to have it done.
I kept my eyes closed until it was finished. As I listened to the doctor and nurses talking during the procedure, I knew I had made the right decision to close my eyes and not see all of the needles and stuff and what was sent to the lab.
One of the nurses held my hand and encouraged me during the procedure... she told me breathe in and out when it REALLY hurt; she kept telling me that I was doing great. Dr. R. also said that I did great. Before I left, other nurses and the receptionist, all complimented me on how great I did.
For a long time after the procedure was finished the nurse had to apply pressure where the needles had been, to ensure that I didn't hemorrhage and so that the blood didn't spread under my skin. I left there with a big bandage on my chest. I'm curious as to what it'll look like when the bandage is removed. I'm taking 2 Tylenol capsules every 4 hours while I have discomfort.
The first part of the results will be ready next week and the second part, I'll learn the following week.
Sanford is seeing the same Oncologist next week, when the doctor will let us know whether or not he thinks San needs chemo therapy. And on December 17, Sanford goes to the hospital for an Outpatient procedure, where the surgeon will 'Take a look around' and check to see if the cancer's all gone.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Post-Op Follow-Up - Week 5
Post-Op Follow-Up - Week 5
Sanford's follow up appointment yesterday with the surgeon was a 'thumbs up' !! Thank God. He said San has healed up fine and can resume normal activities... 'just don't go out and start weight lifting or mountain climbing'. Also said he can drive, 'but don't get into any accidents'... because the air bag could cause him to get a hernia :) In his opinion, no chemo therapy is needed, however, he's going to let the Oncologist make that call. An Out Patient follow up procedure is scheduled for December 17 2007.
I'm sure that San feels independent and free now that he won't have to ask anyone to drive him whenever he needs to go some where..
Sanford always takes me where ever I want/need to go because I can't drive... so I feel free too. I can come and go now, without feeling guilty about having to ask to be driven even though it's may be for a medical appointment.
I truly understand how seniors must feel when they can no longer live independently and require help in some form or another for every day living situations and transportation.
On the TV news, when I see people 85-100 years young, living and doing things that people 20 or more years younger do, I am always amazed and happy for them and secretly wishing I could be like them when I grow up... Yeah, 'when I grow up'... God willing, in about 6 years I'll be in that age group.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Be kinder than necessary.. for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Sanford's follow up appointment yesterday with the surgeon was a 'thumbs up' !! Thank God. He said San has healed up fine and can resume normal activities... 'just don't go out and start weight lifting or mountain climbing'. Also said he can drive, 'but don't get into any accidents'... because the air bag could cause him to get a hernia :) In his opinion, no chemo therapy is needed, however, he's going to let the Oncologist make that call. An Out Patient follow up procedure is scheduled for December 17 2007.
I'm sure that San feels independent and free now that he won't have to ask anyone to drive him whenever he needs to go some where..
Sanford always takes me where ever I want/need to go because I can't drive... so I feel free too. I can come and go now, without feeling guilty about having to ask to be driven even though it's may be for a medical appointment.
I truly understand how seniors must feel when they can no longer live independently and require help in some form or another for every day living situations and transportation.
On the TV news, when I see people 85-100 years young, living and doing things that people 20 or more years younger do, I am always amazed and happy for them and secretly wishing I could be like them when I grow up... Yeah, 'when I grow up'... God willing, in about 6 years I'll be in that age group.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Be kinder than necessary.. for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
TRULY A DAY TO GIVE THANKS.
I can't recall a Thanksgiving Day, that we had more to give thanks for than this one. We've had some happenings in our lives this year that were really really scary. And we've been so blessed with good outcomes... especially the most recent cancer episode.
We've always watched the Macy's Day Parade on TV. Over the years, my interest had waned in watching the parade. I don't usually watch TV in the morning. I usually turn the TV on at noon and watch the news followed by the only daytime soap that I watch [AMC]... Without giving it any thought, I turned on the TV even before it was time for the parade to begin. As I watched it... I realized that I wasn't bored, but was actually enjoying it. Later when I thought about it, I tried to figure it out and the only conclusion I could come to was that it was probably because, maybe a month earlier... subconsciously, I must have realized that it was a good possibility that things might not get back to the way they were. And again, subconsciously, I must have realized that things were coming back to normal. God is sooooo good!!
We shared a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with one of our daughters, her teenage daughter, my brother and two of Sanford's cousins.
Black Friday afternoon we went to the movies.. we saw the movie which is now at the top of my Favorites list... "THIS CHRISTMAS". I don't re-read books or watch movies again and again... with the exception of the original "Imitation Of Life. But I think I would watch this one again if I had the opportunity. When we left the theater, I felt SO euphoric... And like they said in that old TV commercial.. "I really needed that !!"
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving Holiday too.
We've always watched the Macy's Day Parade on TV. Over the years, my interest had waned in watching the parade. I don't usually watch TV in the morning. I usually turn the TV on at noon and watch the news followed by the only daytime soap that I watch [AMC]... Without giving it any thought, I turned on the TV even before it was time for the parade to begin. As I watched it... I realized that I wasn't bored, but was actually enjoying it. Later when I thought about it, I tried to figure it out and the only conclusion I could come to was that it was probably because, maybe a month earlier... subconsciously, I must have realized that it was a good possibility that things might not get back to the way they were. And again, subconsciously, I must have realized that things were coming back to normal. God is sooooo good!!
We shared a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with one of our daughters, her teenage daughter, my brother and two of Sanford's cousins.
Black Friday afternoon we went to the movies.. we saw the movie which is now at the top of my Favorites list... "THIS CHRISTMAS". I don't re-read books or watch movies again and again... with the exception of the original "Imitation Of Life. But I think I would watch this one again if I had the opportunity. When we left the theater, I felt SO euphoric... And like they said in that old TV commercial.. "I really needed that !!"
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving Holiday too.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Cost of Medicines and Health Insurance in our Great country
Though I've seen the TV commercial many times with Montell Williams about Prescription Assistance, it suddenly dawned on me how misleading it is. They want you to believe that there's help for almost anyone who needs help.. But it's not quite that simple. I'm living proof of that fact.
All year I paid $50 for a 30 day supply of the anti breast cancer drug, Femara. And earlier this month my pharmacist informed me that I must now pay $182 and change for the same prescription in the same quantity... Why?... because I've reached the 'donut hole' in my insurance prescription coverage for this year. It's my understanding that in 2008 I will go back to paying $50 again until if/when I reach 'hole'.
Upon investigating the PPA program I found that our joint income is above the maximum to qualify for participation in the PPA program... Even if my physician/oncologist signs the Request Assistance form and sends it to the pharmaceutical company that produces the drug.. it's not going to happen!
This situation reminds me of another situation, which some people aren't aware of or don't think about... With combined incomes and both parents working full time jobs... they still can not afford or get health insurance for their family. These are hard times for too many people.
I honestly can't complain... We are so blessed. I know that there are millions out there who would change places with me a in a heartbeat. I don't know anyone I'd like to change places with... but I have read about many whose incomes I wouldn't mind having. Oh yeah!! I know that wealth can't buy health or happiness, but it sure could make everyday living a lot easier at this time in my life. And it could probably do the same for you too and everyone else that I know.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
All year I paid $50 for a 30 day supply of the anti breast cancer drug, Femara. And earlier this month my pharmacist informed me that I must now pay $182 and change for the same prescription in the same quantity... Why?... because I've reached the 'donut hole' in my insurance prescription coverage for this year. It's my understanding that in 2008 I will go back to paying $50 again until if/when I reach 'hole'.
Upon investigating the PPA program I found that our joint income is above the maximum to qualify for participation in the PPA program... Even if my physician/oncologist signs the Request Assistance form and sends it to the pharmaceutical company that produces the drug.. it's not going to happen!
This situation reminds me of another situation, which some people aren't aware of or don't think about... With combined incomes and both parents working full time jobs... they still can not afford or get health insurance for their family. These are hard times for too many people.
I honestly can't complain... We are so blessed. I know that there are millions out there who would change places with me a in a heartbeat. I don't know anyone I'd like to change places with... but I have read about many whose incomes I wouldn't mind having. Oh yeah!! I know that wealth can't buy health or happiness, but it sure could make everyday living a lot easier at this time in my life. And it could probably do the same for you too and everyone else that I know.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Sanford's Amazing Recuperation.
Sanford's surgery was a few days less than 3 weeks ago and if you saw him you would not believe how recently he had the operation. He looks great, sounds great and is doing great, Thank God.
When he came home from the hospital, for seven days he used a cane. On that seventh day our daughters Pam and Toni came from Atlanta and Pam brought him the cane that had belonged to her late husband, Donald. Sanford used that cane for one day and the next day... he said he no longer felt the need for support to walk. I jokingly said that Donald had touched Sanford through the cane and said to him, "that he was strong and no longer need to walk with a cane". Of course the family all agreed with me. (Big grin)
Our family, friends and neighbors are all surprised at how great he looks and how well he's recuperating. We feel so very blessed.
Our family would like for you to know that we can't find the words to express our gratitude for your prayers on our behalf. Thank you again and again and again! When I told a very dear friend, "God DID hear us and answered our prayers for Sanford", my friend replied "See I told you so!!".
This past Tuesday Sanford had the staples removed from his incision and the doctor said he's doing fine. Thank God!! You would not believe how well he's recovering unless you saw him.
Please keep us in your prayers a bit longer... In 3 months, God willing, he will have exploratory surgery to check to see that there is no more cancer.
"You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own".
When he came home from the hospital, for seven days he used a cane. On that seventh day our daughters Pam and Toni came from Atlanta and Pam brought him the cane that had belonged to her late husband, Donald. Sanford used that cane for one day and the next day... he said he no longer felt the need for support to walk. I jokingly said that Donald had touched Sanford through the cane and said to him, "that he was strong and no longer need to walk with a cane". Of course the family all agreed with me. (Big grin)
Our family, friends and neighbors are all surprised at how great he looks and how well he's recuperating. We feel so very blessed.
Our family would like for you to know that we can't find the words to express our gratitude for your prayers on our behalf. Thank you again and again and again! When I told a very dear friend, "God DID hear us and answered our prayers for Sanford", my friend replied "See I told you so!!".
This past Tuesday Sanford had the staples removed from his incision and the doctor said he's doing fine. Thank God!! You would not believe how well he's recovering unless you saw him.
Please keep us in your prayers a bit longer... In 3 months, God willing, he will have exploratory surgery to check to see that there is no more cancer.
"You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own".
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The Frailties Of Aging ... Continued
This year has been like no other... In just about every month of this year, I've been in a doctor's office or some facility having some kind of test. Last week, I had a Bone Survey. Yesterday I saw my Hematologist to get the results. He gave me a copy of the results, which didn't tell me, the patient very much. Apparently, it wasn't as revealing as he hoped, because the first week in December I'll have a bone marrow biopsy. Even though the doctor described a bone marrow biopsy... when I got home I went back online to see if I could actually learn something about my condition. I was hoping to find a clue to my condition, but there was too much info to choose from.. What I did learn is that it is NOT a pain free procedure. Now I have an idea of what to expect... and how I may feel during and after it's done. The degree of pain depends on one's tolerance of pain.
In the past I never really thought too much about if, how many and what changes we may need to make as we aged. Now that Sanford has survived 5 cancers, has only one kidney and my strong feeling that my diagnosis may be one that requires us to make changes, I am wondering what it'll be like. Sometimes I think of what I'd do IF...this is probably my way to prepare myself with possible solutions to possible situations. I look at it as preparing for the worse and praying for the best.
I am not a person who worries. I say that if you pray, don't worry!! And if you're going to worry, don't bother to pray!! Worry never changed anything in a positive way... But I know that prayers ARE answered... That's why I ask others to join us in prayer.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
In the past I never really thought too much about if, how many and what changes we may need to make as we aged. Now that Sanford has survived 5 cancers, has only one kidney and my strong feeling that my diagnosis may be one that requires us to make changes, I am wondering what it'll be like. Sometimes I think of what I'd do IF...this is probably my way to prepare myself with possible solutions to possible situations. I look at it as preparing for the worse and praying for the best.
I am not a person who worries. I say that if you pray, don't worry!! And if you're going to worry, don't bother to pray!! Worry never changed anything in a positive way... But I know that prayers ARE answered... That's why I ask others to join us in prayer.
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Friday, October 26, 2007
HE'S HOME!!
Hallelujah!!
Sanford's back home again, Thank God. It's so good not to have to wonder how he's doing and if he needs anything. He's still weak, but time will take care of that. Doctor said he has to take it easy and not rush to get back to pre-operation days.
Sanford's back home again, Thank God. It's so good not to have to wonder how he's doing and if he needs anything. He's still weak, but time will take care of that. Doctor said he has to take it easy and not rush to get back to pre-operation days.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Ooo Happy Day
Update Thursday Oct 25
I'm so happy to tell you that Sanford is doing great. He was up and walking today. God willing, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow [Friday]. Thanks again for all of your prayers and your kind support.
Hugs and kisses to all of you.
I'm so happy to tell you that Sanford is doing great. He was up and walking today. God willing, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow [Friday]. Thanks again for all of your prayers and your kind support.
Hugs and kisses to all of you.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Deja Vu
In 2003 I wrote this... (my column) "The Bunni Trail" ... in our monthly condo bulletin.
~~~ WE ARE CALLED SURVIVORS ~~~
We feel that we are blessed. We are true believers in the saying "If God brings you to it, He will take you through it." For many years, my annual mammograms had shown calcium deposits and abnormalities. In 2001, I had cysts biopsied and aspirated. After a biopsy in January 2002, I was in the recovery room when my surgeon came in and told me, "Everything went well. The pathologist didn't find it necessary to do a frozen section." When I heard Frozen Section, I knew that I had cancer. Being alone, I had time to absorb what I'd just learned... but I didn't cry or become emotional. I don't know... perhaps I was in shock. Without an official diagnosis, I didn't want to upset my family, so I didn't tell ANYONE for more than 10 days. My husband usually waited in the car reading and listening to the radio during my medical appointments, but this time I suggested he come in with me to get the biopsy results. When the doctor told me that a small cancer had been found, again I didn't react… much to my surprise, the surprise of my husband, the doctor and two nurses. When the doctor advised me of my options: a lumpectomy with radiation therapy; a mastectomy or a mastectomy with immediate reconstruction (with no radiation or chemo therapy, my immediate response was a Mastectomy with immediate reconstruction.
I firmly believe in the power of prayer… so that night I sent emails and snail mail to our family and friends to advise them of my diagnosis and asked them to please include me in their prayers. When I felt our daughters in Atlanta had had a chance to read my emails, I called them. We are a very close family and I was certain they would be devastated upon learning of my cancer diagnosis. I felt the emails would prepare them before they actually heard it from me and they concurred, it did prepare them. It was the first time that I had truly given any real thought to my mortality and the effect my demise would have on my family. However, I thank the Lord that I am still here and God willing, cancer free.
In 1994 my husband, Sanford, had radiation treatment for prostate cancer. He recently had a skin cancer removed. However, none of the above prepared us for what happened near the end of April 2003. In preparation for minor ear surgery, he had a chest X-ray which showed a small spot on his lung that wasn't there the year before. He had an Adrenal Gland biopsy, CT scan and PET scan...none of which showed cancer, thank God. We were told that because of his history of smoking, [he stopped 23 years prior] it must be assumed that he had Lung cancer. After researching lung cancer on the Internet, we learned that according to statistics, the general prognosis was not optimistic. Of course, I sent those emails and snail mails again requesting prayers for us. .
I've never ever prayed as much as I did before he finally had a Lobectomy, where a small cancer was found and removed. I'm still praying, but these are prayers of thanks that he is cancer free once again. God willing, we will participate again next year in the annual Cancer Relay for Life...
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Déjà Vu
This is the email/snail mail that I sent this past week:
"As an adult have you ever experienced something that was so frightening that it made you feel that you were more vulnerable than ever before? If you answer yes... then you understand how we're doing right now.
Last Sunday evening we had to go to the Emergency Room because my husband, Sanford, had severe abdominal pain all day that did not respond to any pain medicines. The hospital admitted him so that tests could be done to find out what was going on inside.
Our family doctor told Sanford that he's the luckiest man in the world. When asked why he said that.. Dr. M. said he has never had a patient who survived 4 cancers and is about to survive the fifth.
Friday we saw the urologist and the news was not good.. Sanford is scheduled to have a cancerous kidney removed October 23...
And because we believe so strongly in the power of prayer, I am asking if you will please join us in prayer for him to survive this one too.
Some have said that we are lucky... ( I am also a cancer survivor)... but we feel that we are Blessed."
Bunni
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
~~~ WE ARE CALLED SURVIVORS ~~~
We feel that we are blessed. We are true believers in the saying "If God brings you to it, He will take you through it." For many years, my annual mammograms had shown calcium deposits and abnormalities. In 2001, I had cysts biopsied and aspirated. After a biopsy in January 2002, I was in the recovery room when my surgeon came in and told me, "Everything went well. The pathologist didn't find it necessary to do a frozen section." When I heard Frozen Section, I knew that I had cancer. Being alone, I had time to absorb what I'd just learned... but I didn't cry or become emotional. I don't know... perhaps I was in shock. Without an official diagnosis, I didn't want to upset my family, so I didn't tell ANYONE for more than 10 days. My husband usually waited in the car reading and listening to the radio during my medical appointments, but this time I suggested he come in with me to get the biopsy results. When the doctor told me that a small cancer had been found, again I didn't react… much to my surprise, the surprise of my husband, the doctor and two nurses. When the doctor advised me of my options: a lumpectomy with radiation therapy; a mastectomy or a mastectomy with immediate reconstruction (with no radiation or chemo therapy, my immediate response was a Mastectomy with immediate reconstruction.
I firmly believe in the power of prayer… so that night I sent emails and snail mail to our family and friends to advise them of my diagnosis and asked them to please include me in their prayers. When I felt our daughters in Atlanta had had a chance to read my emails, I called them. We are a very close family and I was certain they would be devastated upon learning of my cancer diagnosis. I felt the emails would prepare them before they actually heard it from me and they concurred, it did prepare them. It was the first time that I had truly given any real thought to my mortality and the effect my demise would have on my family. However, I thank the Lord that I am still here and God willing, cancer free.
In 1994 my husband, Sanford, had radiation treatment for prostate cancer. He recently had a skin cancer removed. However, none of the above prepared us for what happened near the end of April 2003. In preparation for minor ear surgery, he had a chest X-ray which showed a small spot on his lung that wasn't there the year before. He had an Adrenal Gland biopsy, CT scan and PET scan...none of which showed cancer, thank God. We were told that because of his history of smoking, [he stopped 23 years prior] it must be assumed that he had Lung cancer. After researching lung cancer on the Internet, we learned that according to statistics, the general prognosis was not optimistic. Of course, I sent those emails and snail mails again requesting prayers for us. .
I've never ever prayed as much as I did before he finally had a Lobectomy, where a small cancer was found and removed. I'm still praying, but these are prayers of thanks that he is cancer free once again. God willing, we will participate again next year in the annual Cancer Relay for Life...
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Déjà Vu
This is the email/snail mail that I sent this past week:
"As an adult have you ever experienced something that was so frightening that it made you feel that you were more vulnerable than ever before? If you answer yes... then you understand how we're doing right now.
Last Sunday evening we had to go to the Emergency Room because my husband, Sanford, had severe abdominal pain all day that did not respond to any pain medicines. The hospital admitted him so that tests could be done to find out what was going on inside.
Our family doctor told Sanford that he's the luckiest man in the world. When asked why he said that.. Dr. M. said he has never had a patient who survived 4 cancers and is about to survive the fifth.
Friday we saw the urologist and the news was not good.. Sanford is scheduled to have a cancerous kidney removed October 23...
And because we believe so strongly in the power of prayer, I am asking if you will please join us in prayer for him to survive this one too.
Some have said that we are lucky... ( I am also a cancer survivor)... but we feel that we are Blessed."
Bunni
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Monday, October 1, 2007
FLORIDA vs NEW YORK
After high school graduation, at the age of 17, I left Miami, FL and moved to New York City where I met and shortly after married my husband, Sanford.
We have been gifted with three lovely daughters, Pam, Toni and Colette.
When we retired to Florida after spending 48 years in NYC, I was somewhat surprised that I didn't have to make any adjustments, even though we live in a different Florida city... not the one in which I grew up. Some of my friends who have lived in Florida all of their lives told me that I would miss NYC, the changes of the season and the differences in the way of life, etc.. It didn't happen!! The one thing I miss about living in NYC are the friends that I left behind.
When we had our 50th High School reunion, I was really surprised that I could remember the names, but not the faces of most of my former classmates. I could have passed most of them on the street and not recognized them.
Some things that make living in FL so much better than living in NYC are:
There are no parking problems and expensive parking like there is everywhere in NYC... rarely is that a problem down here. There's always free parking when we go to a doctor's office, or a hospital, to a restaurant, to visit friends, to the bank, shopping, etc.. Businesses, homes and housing complexes all have free parking for visitors. There's no cold weather or snow here. The only time I feel cold is in my church or restaurants where the air conditioning is turned down too low. The heat is not a problem for us because our apartment has central air conditioning... We step outside our air conditioned apartment into our air conditioned car and wherever we go there's air conditioning unless we go to an outside event. There are beautiful green trees every where and most of the year blue skies with fluffy white clouds. We wake up in the morning to the sound of birds in the trees.
There was a hurricane here in Ft Lauderdale in 2005. It was the first one of that magnitude in over 50 years. And it really wasn't so bad, the worse thing that happened to us was that we had no electricity for 8 days... but many areas were without it for weeks. The city provided us seniors with ice, bottled water and emergency type meals. There's very little stress living down here. We don't have a mortgage or car payments. It seems like we have more control over our lives, which we didn't have in NYC. That may well be, because we pretty much do what we want, when we want and if we want.
Am I beginning to sound like the Chamber of Commerce?
We've been back for 13 plus years and yet, there are times while riding in the car that I still get a rush looking at the beautiful blue skies and green trees. At those times I'm reminded how blessed we are to be able to live here at this time in our lives, where our only real concerns are health issues, which we would have regardless of where we live. I often think of the words to that old song... "Summer time when the living is easy".
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
We have been gifted with three lovely daughters, Pam, Toni and Colette.
When we retired to Florida after spending 48 years in NYC, I was somewhat surprised that I didn't have to make any adjustments, even though we live in a different Florida city... not the one in which I grew up. Some of my friends who have lived in Florida all of their lives told me that I would miss NYC, the changes of the season and the differences in the way of life, etc.. It didn't happen!! The one thing I miss about living in NYC are the friends that I left behind.
When we had our 50th High School reunion, I was really surprised that I could remember the names, but not the faces of most of my former classmates. I could have passed most of them on the street and not recognized them.
Some things that make living in FL so much better than living in NYC are:
There are no parking problems and expensive parking like there is everywhere in NYC... rarely is that a problem down here. There's always free parking when we go to a doctor's office, or a hospital, to a restaurant, to visit friends, to the bank, shopping, etc.. Businesses, homes and housing complexes all have free parking for visitors. There's no cold weather or snow here. The only time I feel cold is in my church or restaurants where the air conditioning is turned down too low. The heat is not a problem for us because our apartment has central air conditioning... We step outside our air conditioned apartment into our air conditioned car and wherever we go there's air conditioning unless we go to an outside event. There are beautiful green trees every where and most of the year blue skies with fluffy white clouds. We wake up in the morning to the sound of birds in the trees.
There was a hurricane here in Ft Lauderdale in 2005. It was the first one of that magnitude in over 50 years. And it really wasn't so bad, the worse thing that happened to us was that we had no electricity for 8 days... but many areas were without it for weeks. The city provided us seniors with ice, bottled water and emergency type meals. There's very little stress living down here. We don't have a mortgage or car payments. It seems like we have more control over our lives, which we didn't have in NYC. That may well be, because we pretty much do what we want, when we want and if we want.
Am I beginning to sound like the Chamber of Commerce?
We've been back for 13 plus years and yet, there are times while riding in the car that I still get a rush looking at the beautiful blue skies and green trees. At those times I'm reminded how blessed we are to be able to live here at this time in our lives, where our only real concerns are health issues, which we would have regardless of where we live. I often think of the words to that old song... "Summer time when the living is easy".
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
GOOD TIMES AND A SAD TIME
I accidentally deleted this, my very first blog. It's kind of sad but sharing made me feel somewhat better.
It was a few months ago when I'd just learned of the demise of a very special friend of 39 years. His passing was such a shock and I was saddened even more when I learned that he died all alone in his house.
We met and became good friends in New York City when I went to work for Trans World Airlines. He had a great sense of humor and was always laughing. He was very kind, gentle, sweet and caring with a big heart. He frequently brought gifts back for me when he took trips to exotic places.
Back in the 1970s when he learned that we were going to Rio, he contacted a friend of his who lived there and told him that we were coming. His friend met us for dinner and took us clubbing and to the infamous Ipanema. Years ago when Lena Horn was performing in NYC he had bought tickets for him and his mother, but for some reason she couldn't make it so he took me instead.
In a sense, Charlie reminded me of "Dorian Gray" because of his remarkably well-preserved youth. He never seemed to age.
I don't recall what year it was or what was happening in my life at the time, but he gave me a note that he had been carrying in his wallet for many years... When he was quite young, his mother had written it and gave it to him. It was written in Spanish and I couldn't read it, but he told me that when his mom gave it to him, she said to always carry it and it would protect him so nothing bad couldhurt him.
We remained friends even after he relocated in San Francisco.
Once when Sanford and I went to SFO, he met us for lunch at the Embarcadero Hotel and brought me one of the largest and most beautiful roses ever. Another day, he prepared dinner for us... using all of his beautiful china and crystals...That's when he lived up on Telegraph Hill.. What a view he had..
He joined us when we celebrated our 25 wedding anniversary. I knew that he was coming down from San Francisco to help us celebrate again... however, the week prior to our 50th wedding anniversary, much to my surprise... one day he sent me flowers and a couple of days later he sent me chocolates... all of which he said was to relieve some of the tension that he knew I was experiencing. When we opened his gift all that we could hear were many ooohs and ahhhs...it was the most magnificent Waterford Crystal vase I'd ever seen... The day after our celebration, he left to return to San Francisco and that was the last time that I saw him...
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
It was a few months ago when I'd just learned of the demise of a very special friend of 39 years. His passing was such a shock and I was saddened even more when I learned that he died all alone in his house.
We met and became good friends in New York City when I went to work for Trans World Airlines. He had a great sense of humor and was always laughing. He was very kind, gentle, sweet and caring with a big heart. He frequently brought gifts back for me when he took trips to exotic places.
Back in the 1970s when he learned that we were going to Rio, he contacted a friend of his who lived there and told him that we were coming. His friend met us for dinner and took us clubbing and to the infamous Ipanema. Years ago when Lena Horn was performing in NYC he had bought tickets for him and his mother, but for some reason she couldn't make it so he took me instead.
In a sense, Charlie reminded me of "Dorian Gray" because of his remarkably well-preserved youth. He never seemed to age.
I don't recall what year it was or what was happening in my life at the time, but he gave me a note that he had been carrying in his wallet for many years... When he was quite young, his mother had written it and gave it to him. It was written in Spanish and I couldn't read it, but he told me that when his mom gave it to him, she said to always carry it and it would protect him so nothing bad couldhurt him.
We remained friends even after he relocated in San Francisco.
Once when Sanford and I went to SFO, he met us for lunch at the Embarcadero Hotel and brought me one of the largest and most beautiful roses ever. Another day, he prepared dinner for us... using all of his beautiful china and crystals...That's when he lived up on Telegraph Hill.. What a view he had..
He joined us when we celebrated our 25 wedding anniversary. I knew that he was coming down from San Francisco to help us celebrate again... however, the week prior to our 50th wedding anniversary, much to my surprise... one day he sent me flowers and a couple of days later he sent me chocolates... all of which he said was to relieve some of the tension that he knew I was experiencing. When we opened his gift all that we could hear were many ooohs and ahhhs...it was the most magnificent Waterford Crystal vase I'd ever seen... The day after our celebration, he left to return to San Francisco and that was the last time that I saw him...
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Today's Thoughts...On This, Our 59th Anniversary
As I looked back at the last 59 years, I was surprised at how much I don't remember... No one can say that I'm living in the past. Now I wish that I kept a journal.
Here are some of the more memorable times between 'Then and Now'
1946 - I graduated from BTW High School in Miami FL and moved to New York City.
1948 - Sanford and I switched from 'me to we' when we were married in my mother-in-law's apartment in NYC by her cousin, who was a minister.
1949 - Sandy, our first child was born and died 6 weeks later.
1950 - Pamela, our second child was born.
1953 - Toni, our third child was born.
1953 - We moved into Amsterdan Houses, a NYC housing project
1960 - Colette, our fourth child was born.
1963 - We moved into Inwood Gardens, a NYC Co-Op
1968 - I was hired by Trans World Airlines.
1972 - Bruce, our first grand child was born.
1973 - We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.
1977 - Sherrisse, our second grandchild was born.
1984 - Dorienne, our third grandchild was born.
1985 - I Retired [an early retirement buy-out] from TWA.
1991 - Noelle, our fourth/last grandchild was born.
1994 - We moved to Ft Lauderdale, Florida.
1998 - Jesenia, our first great grandchild was born.
1998 - We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary.
1999 - Brandon, our second great grandchild was born.
2002 - Skaria, our third great grandchild was born.
2002 - Brian, our our fourth great grandchild was born.
2005 - We took our first family cruise.
In between 1994 and 2007 we became Cancer Survivors. Many say how lucky we are... but we think of ourselves as Blessed.
Several years ago I started to make a Friendship Quilt/Wall Hanging that will have the pictures of friends who will always have a special place in my heart. And for whatever reason... it sits in a box waiting for me to finish it. When I think about it or about someone who's picture will be there, I promise myself that 'I'm going to work on it in a few days'. I promise you... that I will post a picture of it here when it's finally finished.
Here are some of the more memorable times between 'Then and Now'
1946 - I graduated from BTW High School in Miami FL and moved to New York City.
1948 - Sanford and I switched from 'me to we' when we were married in my mother-in-law's apartment in NYC by her cousin, who was a minister.
1949 - Sandy, our first child was born and died 6 weeks later.
1950 - Pamela, our second child was born.
1953 - Toni, our third child was born.
1953 - We moved into Amsterdan Houses, a NYC housing project
1960 - Colette, our fourth child was born.
1963 - We moved into Inwood Gardens, a NYC Co-Op
1968 - I was hired by Trans World Airlines.
1972 - Bruce, our first grand child was born.
1973 - We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary.
1977 - Sherrisse, our second grandchild was born.
1984 - Dorienne, our third grandchild was born.
1985 - I Retired [an early retirement buy-out] from TWA.
1991 - Noelle, our fourth/last grandchild was born.
1994 - We moved to Ft Lauderdale, Florida.
1998 - Jesenia, our first great grandchild was born.
1998 - We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary.
1999 - Brandon, our second great grandchild was born.
2002 - Skaria, our third great grandchild was born.
2002 - Brian, our our fourth great grandchild was born.
2005 - We took our first family cruise.
In between 1994 and 2007 we became Cancer Survivors. Many say how lucky we are... but we think of ourselves as Blessed.
Several years ago I started to make a Friendship Quilt/Wall Hanging that will have the pictures of friends who will always have a special place in my heart. And for whatever reason... it sits in a box waiting for me to finish it. When I think about it or about someone who's picture will be there, I promise myself that 'I'm going to work on it in a few days'. I promise you... that I will post a picture of it here when it's finally finished.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Sometimes We Forget the Frailties of Aging
Or do we just take good health for granted?? As we age we accept that we can't move as quickly or gracefully...
do the many things that we once did... that our memory isn't as good as it use to be... and all the other limitations and changes that comes with age.
I had this brought home to me recently... Have pain that Tylenol didn't make go away.. the stiffness and joint pain increased.. have swollen hands, ankles and joint pains that were not here before...
In less than a month I've been seen by my Primary doctor, a Rheumatologist; a Cardiologist; had X-rays of my hands and wrists; had lab work done; had an Echocardiogram.. But not in that order.. I'm having a stress test next week and will return to the all of the above doctors and also a Pulmonologist... all before this month ends... It's a true wake up call.
I'm not complaining.. I still feel that I'm blessed.. You'll agree when you realize that that I paid less than $100 for all of the medical services mentioned above. When I look around me and see other seniors with more apparent/more serious health issues than I'm experiencing... I thank God for all of my blessings. There are just too many who have to choose between taking care of their health needs or paying rent or buying food.
do the many things that we once did... that our memory isn't as good as it use to be... and all the other limitations and changes that comes with age.
I had this brought home to me recently... Have pain that Tylenol didn't make go away.. the stiffness and joint pain increased.. have swollen hands, ankles and joint pains that were not here before...
In less than a month I've been seen by my Primary doctor, a Rheumatologist; a Cardiologist; had X-rays of my hands and wrists; had lab work done; had an Echocardiogram.. But not in that order.. I'm having a stress test next week and will return to the all of the above doctors and also a Pulmonologist... all before this month ends... It's a true wake up call.
I'm not complaining.. I still feel that I'm blessed.. You'll agree when you realize that that I paid less than $100 for all of the medical services mentioned above. When I look around me and see other seniors with more apparent/more serious health issues than I'm experiencing... I thank God for all of my blessings. There are just too many who have to choose between taking care of their health needs or paying rent or buying food.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Continuation of The Journey
Amtrak To & From Savannah
I was excited about and looking forward to riding a train and avoiding the hassle that we experience at airports these days... Not sure, specifically of what... but I'm sorry to say that I was disappointed.
I was pleased to see that there was lots of leg room between seats compared to coach seats on planes. On most planes long sleeves or a sweater/jacket is needed to be comfortable. I was in the isle seat going and the window seat returning. On the train going to Savanna, I can't ever remember being so cold while travelling... on a bus, train, ship or plane.
A woman travelling with some Girl Scouts complained about the cold to the conductor and he told her he would try to put the heat on because he couldn't change the temperature. After freezing about 5 hours the temperature became acceptable.
The passengers travelling to Florida or Georgia were seated in the last 2 passenger cars. The dining car and the club cars were near the front of the train. Which required us to walk through at least 6 cars to get to the dining car. I don't recall the trains rocking as much from side to side as it did this time... could be... because this time it was travelling at a higher speed...
The menu is much more limited than I recall in the good ole days. I was even more disappointed at the menu on the return trip.... they ran out of some items on the menu long before we got to the dining car... There was no apology... Our waiter responded "Oh we ran out of that a long time ago"... "no more chicken on the pizza.. Pepperoni is on it", etc.....
That and the freezing temperature in the coach that we were assigned made for a disappointing train trip...
Savannah was nice. We were joined there by our middle daughter who drove from Atlanta with her 2 granddaughters. We stayed in the Baymont Hotel in Garden City just outside of Savanna. The girls got a big kick out of us having adjoining rooms and the free breakfast. They also enjoyed the pool and hot tub..
We took the Black History Tour with a bus driver who is a native of Trinidad. He was just full of information about Savanna's black and white history.
We went to the beach on Tybee Island and found lots of Sand Dollars that were at least 3 inches in diameter. Fortunately the sun was not too hot without a beach umbrella.
On Tybee Island there is a very popular restaurant called The Crab Shack.. advertized all over Savannah... I was never so disappointed with the food... at any restaurant that I've eaten at... ANY where in the world! Plus the food was overpriced... not what one would/should expect in a place like that. In my opinion it was a tourist trap... I don't recommend it at all. There was nothing good about it.
One of the highlights of the trip was brunch at a restaurant called Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House. We sat at tables that seated 10 people. The food was placed on the tables in large plates, bowls and platters. The foods served were: ham, fried chicken, Brunswick stew, candied sweet potatoes, okra and tomatoes, green lima beans, pork and beans, cabbage, rutabaga, white rice, red rice, black eye peas, string beans, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits and corn bread. Lemonade, sweet tea and unsweet tea. Banana pudding and blueberry cobbler were desert. Yummy!!!
The restaurant opens at 11 AM. It's located in the middle of the block and the line was halfway from the corner when we arrived about 10:30 AM.. Before we went inside, the line was all the way to and around the corner. The place seats about 100 people.. And those who didn't make the first seating had to stand outside until we finished eating. And no one appeared to rush to finish eating... The food was delicious!! Great country cooking!! I'd give it 4 stars. As we left... several people on their way to the restaurant asked us and others, if it was worth the wait. They were assured that it definitely was.
At this time, I don't think I'll be taking any more train rides... Unless it's on one of the luxury trains from Chicago to the West Coast.
I was excited about and looking forward to riding a train and avoiding the hassle that we experience at airports these days... Not sure, specifically of what... but I'm sorry to say that I was disappointed.
I was pleased to see that there was lots of leg room between seats compared to coach seats on planes. On most planes long sleeves or a sweater/jacket is needed to be comfortable. I was in the isle seat going and the window seat returning. On the train going to Savanna, I can't ever remember being so cold while travelling... on a bus, train, ship or plane.
A woman travelling with some Girl Scouts complained about the cold to the conductor and he told her he would try to put the heat on because he couldn't change the temperature. After freezing about 5 hours the temperature became acceptable.
The passengers travelling to Florida or Georgia were seated in the last 2 passenger cars. The dining car and the club cars were near the front of the train. Which required us to walk through at least 6 cars to get to the dining car. I don't recall the trains rocking as much from side to side as it did this time... could be... because this time it was travelling at a higher speed...
The menu is much more limited than I recall in the good ole days. I was even more disappointed at the menu on the return trip.... they ran out of some items on the menu long before we got to the dining car... There was no apology... Our waiter responded "Oh we ran out of that a long time ago"... "no more chicken on the pizza.. Pepperoni is on it", etc.....
That and the freezing temperature in the coach that we were assigned made for a disappointing train trip...
Savannah was nice. We were joined there by our middle daughter who drove from Atlanta with her 2 granddaughters. We stayed in the Baymont Hotel in Garden City just outside of Savanna. The girls got a big kick out of us having adjoining rooms and the free breakfast. They also enjoyed the pool and hot tub..
We took the Black History Tour with a bus driver who is a native of Trinidad. He was just full of information about Savanna's black and white history.
We went to the beach on Tybee Island and found lots of Sand Dollars that were at least 3 inches in diameter. Fortunately the sun was not too hot without a beach umbrella.
On Tybee Island there is a very popular restaurant called The Crab Shack.. advertized all over Savannah... I was never so disappointed with the food... at any restaurant that I've eaten at... ANY where in the world! Plus the food was overpriced... not what one would/should expect in a place like that. In my opinion it was a tourist trap... I don't recommend it at all. There was nothing good about it.
One of the highlights of the trip was brunch at a restaurant called Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House. We sat at tables that seated 10 people. The food was placed on the tables in large plates, bowls and platters. The foods served were: ham, fried chicken, Brunswick stew, candied sweet potatoes, okra and tomatoes, green lima beans, pork and beans, cabbage, rutabaga, white rice, red rice, black eye peas, string beans, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits and corn bread. Lemonade, sweet tea and unsweet tea. Banana pudding and blueberry cobbler were desert. Yummy!!!
The restaurant opens at 11 AM. It's located in the middle of the block and the line was halfway from the corner when we arrived about 10:30 AM.. Before we went inside, the line was all the way to and around the corner. The place seats about 100 people.. And those who didn't make the first seating had to stand outside until we finished eating. And no one appeared to rush to finish eating... The food was delicious!! Great country cooking!! I'd give it 4 stars. As we left... several people on their way to the restaurant asked us and others, if it was worth the wait. They were assured that it definitely was.
At this time, I don't think I'll be taking any more train rides... Unless it's on one of the luxury trains from Chicago to the West Coast.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Old Memories
As I read a thread on one of the posts of my Red Hat sisters on the Red Hat Society site it brought back memories of the summers when we went to the country to visit our great-grandparents
We grew up in Miami and some summers, my brother and I went upstate where our great grand parents lived on a farm.... everyone in the family called them Momma and Poppa.
Poppa built their log cabin many years ago, even before my grandmother was born... it was the same house in which I was born. Momma was a midwife and she delivered me. I know only that I was born after dark... before midnight... but not the exact time or even the approximate hour. Clocks were a luxury back then. The time was estimated by the location of the sun and moon in the sky... what time they got up in the morning, what time they had meals and what time they went to bed, etc.
They also grew tobacco and after picking the tobacco they would "string and hang it' to dry for days before they took it to town to be sold. We asked to help do some of the chores and we were allowed to try some ... but they would n0t let us touch the tobacco... 'because we were kids' .
On Saturdays they went into town where Momma would sell eggs, veggies and fruits from her garden. Their transportation was a wagon pulled by a big Oxen whose name was Jumbo.
On Sundays we rode to church in town in the same wagon. I remember shining my black patent leather shoes for church with a piece of leftover biscuit. LOL Because we would be gone most of the day, we took our lunches in buckets that looked like the ones that paints come in.
We had cousins who were close to our ages, who lived with our GG parents year round. Late afternoons we went with the cousins when they went out in the woods to find and bring the cows home to the corral and the pigs to their pen. The pigs were fed with slop from the kitchen. The chickens ran around in the yard during the day and were put in the coop at night. The coop was made of wooden slats on the sides and a roof to protect them from the elements and other animals who would eat them if they could get to them. Every morning we'd go into the coop and remove the eggs that were not being sat on by a hen. My uncle or Poppa would go out every morning and milk the cows before letting them out of the corral for the day.
I saw my uncle kill a big snake in the grape arbor. I hated to go to the outhouse after that incident because it was a bit away from the house and in the direction of the grape arbor. The toilet paper was old Sears Roebuck or similar catalogs.
When Momma decided we'd have chicken for dinner she would catch one of them as they ran around the yard. She grabbed the chicken by the neck and swung the chicken round and round until it's neck broke. Then she took it to the kitchen to prepare it for dinner. Sometimes she let us pluck it [pull off the feathers]. There was no running water except a small pump in the kitchen. There was a 'wood' stove [the fuel was pieces of wood]. Water for cooking was heated and food was cooked in and on the stove.
I remember making butter. Momma put milk in a very large jar that I'd put on my knees and rock it back and forth until the jar was half filled with butter. We made ice cream in large wooden tub... aka churn... that contained salt, ice and the metal tub that contained the ingredients for the ice cream.
We heated water for our a baths on a big black pot in the yard, we took the hot water in a bucket inside and poured it into a big tin tub in which we bathed.
When the time came to go home, we were ready... because we were tired from all the work we had done.
We grew up in Miami and some summers, my brother and I went upstate where our great grand parents lived on a farm.... everyone in the family called them Momma and Poppa.
Poppa built their log cabin many years ago, even before my grandmother was born... it was the same house in which I was born. Momma was a midwife and she delivered me. I know only that I was born after dark... before midnight... but not the exact time or even the approximate hour. Clocks were a luxury back then. The time was estimated by the location of the sun and moon in the sky... what time they got up in the morning, what time they had meals and what time they went to bed, etc.
They also grew tobacco and after picking the tobacco they would "string and hang it' to dry for days before they took it to town to be sold. We asked to help do some of the chores and we were allowed to try some ... but they would n0t let us touch the tobacco... 'because we were kids' .
On Saturdays they went into town where Momma would sell eggs, veggies and fruits from her garden. Their transportation was a wagon pulled by a big Oxen whose name was Jumbo.
On Sundays we rode to church in town in the same wagon. I remember shining my black patent leather shoes for church with a piece of leftover biscuit. LOL Because we would be gone most of the day, we took our lunches in buckets that looked like the ones that paints come in.
We had cousins who were close to our ages, who lived with our GG parents year round. Late afternoons we went with the cousins when they went out in the woods to find and bring the cows home to the corral and the pigs to their pen. The pigs were fed with slop from the kitchen. The chickens ran around in the yard during the day and were put in the coop at night. The coop was made of wooden slats on the sides and a roof to protect them from the elements and other animals who would eat them if they could get to them. Every morning we'd go into the coop and remove the eggs that were not being sat on by a hen. My uncle or Poppa would go out every morning and milk the cows before letting them out of the corral for the day.
I saw my uncle kill a big snake in the grape arbor. I hated to go to the outhouse after that incident because it was a bit away from the house and in the direction of the grape arbor. The toilet paper was old Sears Roebuck or similar catalogs.
When Momma decided we'd have chicken for dinner she would catch one of them as they ran around the yard. She grabbed the chicken by the neck and swung the chicken round and round until it's neck broke. Then she took it to the kitchen to prepare it for dinner. Sometimes she let us pluck it [pull off the feathers]. There was no running water except a small pump in the kitchen. There was a 'wood' stove [the fuel was pieces of wood]. Water for cooking was heated and food was cooked in and on the stove.
I remember making butter. Momma put milk in a very large jar that I'd put on my knees and rock it back and forth until the jar was half filled with butter. We made ice cream in large wooden tub... aka churn... that contained salt, ice and the metal tub that contained the ingredients for the ice cream.
We heated water for our a baths on a big black pot in the yard, we took the hot water in a bucket inside and poured it into a big tin tub in which we bathed.
When the time came to go home, we were ready... because we were tired from all the work we had done.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Friendships
This is one of my Email Keepers. For me...this says it all. If you really think about it... you will feel the same way too.
Angels do exist, sometimes they don't have wings and we call them friends... For me... you are one of them.
People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is... you will know what to do for that person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die... Sometimes they walk away... Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand... What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it... it is real. But only for a Season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to: Accept the lesson... Love the person... And put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime.
Author Unknown
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Angels do exist, sometimes they don't have wings and we call them friends... For me... you are one of them.
People come into your life for a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime. When you know which one it is... you will know what to do for that person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die... Sometimes they walk away... Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand... What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it... it is real. But only for a Season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to: Accept the lesson... Love the person... And put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a Reason, a Season or a Lifetime.
Author Unknown
You never know who's heart you will touch when you share a piece of your own.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
EMAILS
I wonder if I'm experiencing Email burnout or what? When I got my first PC 10 years ago, I shared every single email I received thinking that it would not be fair or nice to just delete an email because it didn't express me. Thinking that the sender took the time to send it to me... so I should send it on to my email buddies. I don't feel that way anymore... And I'm glad that I don't feel that way now.
I do get annoyed when I receive emails that: say something bad will happen to me if I don't forward that email; those that tell me to write to my senator/congressman about a matter that they are interested in; those that tell me how to pray and who to pray for and try to put me on a guilt trip if I don't forward their email; their political opinions; those jokes/hoaxes/urban legends that have been circulating for years and years. And last but not least the emails that include the hundreds of email addresses of those who were sent that same email before it was sent to me... It annoys me because some many along the way were to lazy to copy/paste or learn how to copy/paste if they don't know how. When I mentioned this pet peeve to someone .. they said 'Not everyone has time to clean up emails as you do'.. I say if you don't have time... don't bother to share emails.
However, I am sincere when I say 'I love my computer because my friends live there'....even those who say 'I don't have time'.
But remember... you have friends that you feel closer to than others... because you share some of the same idiosyncrasies.
You never know who's heart you will touch
when you share a piece of your own.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A NEW JOURNEY
We're going to Savannah GA by train soon.
After working for an International airline and flying all over the world... I'm curious as to how I'll feel about this mode of transportation. The trip takes almost 11 hours. I'm reminded of my first train ride back in the day. We went from Miami to New York City... on the train called Florida East Coast Silver Meteor... It took us 26 hours to get there. Can you believe?
Racial segregation was the norm at that time. African Americans [were called Colored people] all rode in the same car which was behind the baggage car up in the front part of the train. Only one car was needed beacuse not many Blacks rode the trains..
At meal times the Blacks had to walk back through many moving cars to get to the Dining car. Just as curtains on airplanes are used to separate First class Passengers from the rest of the passengers... the Dining Car had a curtain to separated the Coloreds from the Whites.... The same food was served to all passengers but they could not sit together. When a white family traveled with a child and Nanny... the Nanny had to eat with the other Coloreds. There was no Club car nor a car for sight seeing. There were a couple of sleeping cars which were for the white passengers.
Whenever there was a long layover of 20 or more minutes at a station, the passengers were allowed to get off and stretch their legs. There were vendors on the platform selling fruit, cookies and candy. There was a change of engines at one of the stops enroute. As the train passed through small country towns the people stopped what they were doing and waved at the train.
After working for an International airline and flying all over the world... I'm curious as to how I'll feel about this mode of transportation. The trip takes almost 11 hours. I'm reminded of my first train ride back in the day. We went from Miami to New York City... on the train called Florida East Coast Silver Meteor... It took us 26 hours to get there. Can you believe?
Racial segregation was the norm at that time. African Americans [were called Colored people] all rode in the same car which was behind the baggage car up in the front part of the train. Only one car was needed beacuse not many Blacks rode the trains..
At meal times the Blacks had to walk back through many moving cars to get to the Dining car. Just as curtains on airplanes are used to separate First class Passengers from the rest of the passengers... the Dining Car had a curtain to separated the Coloreds from the Whites.... The same food was served to all passengers but they could not sit together. When a white family traveled with a child and Nanny... the Nanny had to eat with the other Coloreds. There was no Club car nor a car for sight seeing. There were a couple of sleeping cars which were for the white passengers.
Whenever there was a long layover of 20 or more minutes at a station, the passengers were allowed to get off and stretch their legs. There were vendors on the platform selling fruit, cookies and candy. There was a change of engines at one of the stops enroute. As the train passed through small country towns the people stopped what they were doing and waved at the train.
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