Thursday, December 10, 2020

CT BIOPSY SCHEDULED

Though I’ve not yet felt like penning a description of the glitch found in last week’s chest CT, somehow I can freely state that a CT biopsy has been scheduled for this coming Friday.

Today, Shainie and Michael, dear friends from college, who settled in Mercer Island, WA more than 45 years ago and own a winter abode near our home, stopped by for a patio visit, which, having been thoroughly enjoyed by we four, eased our way toward Thursday with Friday to follow, and you can believe me when I say that there’s a whole lot riding on the receiving end of this week’s CT biopsy’s report.

As to how my smile expects to make its way through Thursday—well, thank goodness my processor is well practiced at channeling through positively focused pathways, etched into my brain ... πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️Annie

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

POP GOES THE WEASEL

 I just found this post, which I’d penned but forgotten to publish on Nov. 1, 2020.  Even so, the context remains current though trump lost to Biden, five weeks ago ... thank goodness!—

Two days to go before the soul of our nation experiences bedlam, which our democratic voting process had always managed to keep in check until many millions who make up the populous of the USA felt so desperate to drain the swamp in DC as to have been blindly bamboozled into sinking into trump’s self-serving quicksand, which sucks his most gullible, mask-less, cultist followers ever more deeply into the bowels of hell every time this smarmy weasel opens his mouth so as to poison the air ever more quickly than Covid can spread its deadly venom throughout the world.  

As for me, I’ve tired of secluding myself in lockdown while my lengthy recovery from heart/lung surgery during this time corona places my family beyond my embrace, while my loving husband remains by my side in solitary confinement, taking care of everything that’s still beyond my current capacity, because millions of trump’s bobble heads, continuing to deny science, refuse to mask up and socially distance, thus risking thousands upon thousands of lives inclusive of their own, which is most transparent during their selfish leader’s rallies where his naked desperation to win a second term of office is demonstrated in the ridiculous nature of trumpochio’s mounting layers of bald faced lies ...

ENOUGH!  ENOUGH!  I’ve been stirring tar and feathers, simmering in readiness to run this charlatan out of D.C., ever since dt’s persistent insistence that his inauguration drew more crowds than Obama’s offered sound reason for eye rolling to take place from coast to coast—pleeze—send this naughty five year old back to repeat everything we learned in kindergarten so as to give our nation a break from blatant immaturity in favor of electing a compassionate, knowledgeable, experienced statesman, who will do justice to inhabiting the White House once the Oval Office and personal residence have been thoroughly fumigated.  

And now, with my sense of clarity sincerely stated, thank you for easing my mind by letting me vent two days before our election releases a build up of tension, throughout our nation, as happens whenever the lid pops off any tightly coiled can of worms—and as such, with positive focus intact, may sane leadership bring better days, throughout our nation and the world at large, directly ahead ... πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️Annie

Sent from my iPhone

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIMπŸŽ‚

 Today is my dear friend, Sim’s Birthday, just as it’s mine—πŸŽ‚πŸ₯‚πŸŽπŸŽˆπŸŽ‰πŸŽŠ

I hope all his wishes come true🧚‍♀️

High on my list of birthday wishes is for everyone we love to take every precaution to remain healthy until a vaccine pins Covid to the mat, freeing us to throw open our doors and come together in celebration of the most ginormous group hug ever enjoyed, over our lifetimes.  And if my birthday wish seems a bit ambitious then let’s differentiate between a wish and a goal—seriously, all wishes are touched with fairy dust and as such are magical in nature, and with that lighthearted thought in mind of sprinkling fairy dust all around—I’ve decided to wish BIG for this reason—why not?

As to yesterday’s news, hopefully, a biopsy, yet to be scheduled, will result in the thoroughness of my medical team and nothing more to incite our concern.

On the upside, Andi has ordered a cake, which she and Michael plan to enjoy on our patio, later, while socially distancing from Steven, Celina snd Ravi, who’s always ready to party.  As to Will, David  and I, we’ll participate wholeheartedly from inside our house, sitting safely, responsibly, and happily right next to our Arcadia door.  

Early evening, everyone in our family plans to zoom with my sister’s family, so—yesterday’s news excepted—today is shaping up to be a very happy birthday, beginning with Sim’s call, this morning, which offered my spirit reason to widen its smile, knowing that I’d readied my sense of mischief to say Happy birthday, right off the bat, to one of my dearest friends, before he could say it to me—thanks to caller ID.  LOL!

Sharing our mutual birthday has offered us both so much fun over these past 60 years of friendship, beginning with our introduction when I was seventeen.

πŸ˜πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️Goobers

(My nickname in college—why Goobers?  Maybe because that’s what ‘The Guys’ dubbed me—referencing my maiden name—Goodman—along with the fact that Goobers sounds goofy as my sense of humor can prove to be.  Anyway, Happy Birthday, Sim—I hope you enjoy a magical kind of day🧚‍♀️

Monday, December 7, 2020

6THOUGH A SPLASH OF WATER WON T KILL IT, UNITY WILL

Evidently, my 9 year old grandson Corey’s generous nature has been writing a nine page letter to his personal friend, The Elf on the Shelf, in hopes of inspiring the little guy to entice Santa to be an exceptionally generous gift giver to good girls and boys, who having been schooled at home, have seen too little of their friends during this extended time of Covid—as for my wishlist, I wish Will, David and I, along with Steven’s family, could kick Covid to Timbucktoo, pack up our cars and caravan straight to Cali so as to enjoy our holiday celebration of love with Barry’s family followed by all families ringing in a happy and HEALTHY New Year, over the entire expanse of our nation as well as beyond our shoreline, inclusive of everyone on our planet.  Seriously, if I’m wishing on a star, why not wish BIG!

In addition to wishing a Happy, Merry Everything to all of you wherever you may dwell, Mrs. Claus asked me to remind you to please take every precautionary measure to stay well until vaccination day shows lines queuing up within our communities, and as I fully concur with her reasoning, that’s exactly what I’m doing with immediacy, being that my memory has pretty much been on hiatus since last December, when Chemo chose to take me down the yellow brick road where Covid showed up, just like the witch of the East, after which, clarity offered me sound reason to agree with Dorothy—There’s no place like home to feel safe from harm until the danger of catching this heartless virus has passed, at long last, and we who stand divided across the vast expanse of our nation, reunite ‘Neath Biden’s  presidential respect for the common good.

BTW, Today was my follow up appointment with my cardio-thoracic surgeon at Mayo, who (having considered the rarity of my tumor’s involvement with heart and lung) had recommended my flying to Houston to meet with her friend and colleague, a thoracic surgeon, based in the fact that he and a cardiac surgeon had developed the dual surgical procedure that saved my life.

Having studied the radiologist’s reports of my most recent Echo cardiogram and Chest CT, both of which took place, last week, my local surgeon offered me insight into ‘something’ that may be going on at the margin of my right lung’s surgical site.  And as I need time to process today’s unwelcome news, more about delving into a detailed reveal concerning that issue when next we meet. 

πŸ‘©πŸ»πŸ‘΅πŸ» Gramma Annie

‘There’s no place like home’ 
PS
With so much scrolling through my mind, today, I almost forgot to address the lasting significance of December 7th.
‘A day that will live forever in infamy’
       —FDR
Seven secrets shrouding dark truths  concerning the bombing of our fleet, which had been purposely docked at Pearl Harbor for safety, will be revealed when next we meet.

Saturday, December 5, 2020

SIMPLE SIMON’S POLITICAL PLAN GOES AWRY

First of all, Thank you to my friend, Barbara, for posting Heather Cox Richardson’s well researched commentary (which, once again, proves profound) on her Facebook page—

Wikipedia Bio— Heather Cox Richardson is an American historian and Professor of History at Boston College, where she teaches courses on the American Civil War, the Reconstruction Era, the American West, and the Plains Indians. She previously taught at MIT and the University of Massachusetts. Richardson has authored six books. Her sixth, titled How the South Won the Civil War: Oligarchy, Democracy, and the Continuing Fight for the Soul of America, was published in March 2020 by Oxford University Press. 

Quoting Heather Cox Richardson— 

December 4, 2020 (Friday)

“While coronavirus continues to burn across the country, Trump is focusing instead on continuing to contest the election results and on the Pentagon.

The main story in the country continues to be the coronvirus. As of tonight, according to the New York Times, more than 14,441,700 people in the U.S. have been infected with the virus and at least 278,900 have died. Official daily death counts are well over 2000. 

As several states continue to count votes from the November election, President-Elect Joe Biden’s popular vote margin over Trump is now more than 7 million. Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, Nevada, Georgia, Arizona, and Michigan, all states in which Trump contested the vote, have already certified their election results for Biden. In all six of those states, judges have ruled that Trump’s lawyers have provided no evidence of fraud. They have used words like “baseless,” “flimsy,” “obviously lacking,” “dangerous,” and “not credible.”

Trump’s obsession with winning an election he has clearly lost has brought into relief the struggle for control over the Republican Party. Trump is clearly trying to turn the party into a vehicle for loyalty to him and him alone. He has always turned on those who no longer serve his interests: Alabama Senator Jeff Sessions was one of the first elected Republicans to support Trump’s 2016 presidential candidacy, giving it an air of legitimacy. He left the Senate to become Trump’s first Attorney General, only to have Trump turn against him when he recused himself from the investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 election, because he had lied about his own contacts with Russians. Trump forced Sessions to resign, and when Sessions ran again for the Senate, endorsed his rival and attacked Sessions on Twitter. Sessions lost his primary.

Now Trump has turned on men who similarly sacrificed their careers for his. Three days ago, Trump’s loyalist Attorney General, William Barr, undercut Trump’s election fraud arguments when he said that he had not seen such fraud. This apparently so infuriated Trump that he is considering firing Barr. Then, this morning, Trump turned on loyalist Louis DeJoy at the head of the United States Postal Service, who removed mail sorting machines and changed USPS rules to slow mail-in ballots expected to be for Biden. Trump tweeted that the USPS “is responsible for tampering with hundreds of thousands of ballots” and thus stole the election from him. He called the USPS a “long time Democrat stronghold,” although DeJoy is a major Trump supporter and donor.  

While Trump is talking about running again in 2024, his turning against his most loyal supporters in the Republican Party will not inspire others to rally to his banner. Instead, it may simply be that he’s keeping the idea of his candidacy alive because it keeps money flowing in. Since the election, he has raised more than $200 million in donations.

While he is fighting over the election results, Trump has done very little else except to replace civilian employees at the Pentagon with his own hand-picked loyalists. This is unusual in a lame duck period, when presidents usually try to smooth the transition to the next administration. 

Far from trying to smooth that transition, Trump is making it as bumpy as possible. His appointee at the General Services Administration delayed the start of the transition for weeks. Now that Biden’s team finally has access to Trump’s people to learn about their planning for the rollout of the coronavirus vaccine, it turns out there hasn’t been much planning. Biden today noted that “There is no detailed plan that we’ve seen, anyway, as to how you get the vaccine out of a container, into an injection syringe, into somebody’s arm…. It's going to be very difficult for that to be done and it’s a very expensive proposition…. There’s a lot more that has to be done.”

Also disturbing is that the Trump administration has denied the Biden team access to U.S. intelligence agencies that are controlled by the Defense Department, including the National Security Agency (which is the nation’s largest U.S. intelligence service), the Defense Intelligence Agency, and other intelligence services with a global reach. The Biden folks have, though, been able to meet with their counterparts at the CIA and the Office of the Director of National Intelligence. 

The refusal of the Pentagon to meet with Biden’s people comes at a time when Trump has been shaking up personnel there. Immediately after the election, Trump fired his fourth Defense Secretary, Mark T. Esper, and replaced him with an acting secretary of defense, Christopher C. Miller. Miller, in turn, has presided over the installation of a number of Trump loyalists both at the Pentagon leadership and on the Defense Policy Board, a group of advisors who consult with the Defense Secretary on specific issues when asked. Pushed out were about a dozen advisers, including former Secretaries of State Madeleine Albright and Henry Kissinger, as well as former House Majority Leader Eric Cantor.

Today, there was another major purge at Defense, this time from the Defense Business Board, a nonpartisan group of about 20 volunteers from the business sector who are appointed to give business advice to Pentagon leaders. The White House threw nine people off the board—informing them with a terse email—including its chair, Michael Bayer. Trump replaced them with his former 2016 campaign manager, Corey Lewandowski, and that year’s deputy campaign manager, David Bossie, among other loyalists. Both Lewandowski and Bossie are outspoken Trump supporters who have led the fight to contest the election. 

So has another Trump nominee for a Pentagon post, Scott O’Grady, who has endorsed the idea that Trump won by a landslide and that Trump should declare martial law. Trump has nominated him to become an assistant secretary of defense for international security affairs, overseeing operations in Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. 

Exactly what Trump is doing with this packing of the Defense Department is unclear. There are, though, three major issues on the table right now that may or may not be involved, but are worth keeping in mind. 

The first is that Trump is trying to remove many U.S. troops from around the world before he leaves office, and had gotten serious pushback on that from the people he has now purged from the Defense Department. Today, he ordered nearly all of about 700 U.S. troops out of Somalia, where they have been training local soldiers to hold ground against terrorists. They will not come home, though; they are being sent elsewhere in Africa. 

There is also still hanging out there the administration’s sudden announcement of a $23 billion sale of arms to the United Arab Emirates, including a number of advanced F-35 fighter jets and Reaper drones. Lawmakers of both parties object to this sale, concerned about risks to Israel and that the UAE could transfer the technology to China and Russia. The Senate will vote next week on banning the sale.  

There is also the effort by the White House to force the Pentagon to lease its airwave spectrum to a private company, Rivada Networks, to create a nationwide 5G network. Rivada is backed by major Republican figures, including operative Karl Rove, but established Pentagon officials have little interest in the project, pointing out that there is no proof that Rivada knows what it’s doing or that the plan would be legal. It’s also not clear that the use of this spectrum for private carriers wouldn’t impact its use for national security. The Defense Department spectrum the White House would like to lease to private investors is worth between $50 and $75 billion.  

I always believe in following the money, and that’s especially true now as Trump’s years in the White House, which have given him access to huge sums, are drawing to a close.”

πŸ‘©πŸ» (A note to the wise—you might want to hold off on reading my personal thoughts, directly below, which upon review are in serious need of editing ... the only reason this post is not being relegated to drafts is because I believe Heather Cox Richardson’s well researched political commentary is so worthy of timely consideration.)

As for me, I remain utterly impressed by Richardson’s wealth of knowledge just as I remain utterly baffled by the Republican Party’s failure to set the barrel of their gunshot sights upon declaring trump (the most dangerous, home grown terrorist ever harbored in The USA) a traitor to the long range security of our nation and as such, why hesitate to initiate the legal procedures necessary to stop the inflammatory presence of one man from firing up millions of cultists, who remain blind to the fact that this mad/man, parroting Hitler, cares not a fig for their welfare and safety—never has—never will.

As I do not believe that most Republican senators have fallen, hook line and sinker, for trump’s claptrap, why are they not infiltrating their voting base, big time, so as to awaken millions of trumpers to seeing their leader as being as oily as any faith healer, who hauls in the dollars after pitching nothing into the unmasked, red hatted crowd but bottles filled with empty promises (which will remain forever unfulfilled)?

Bottom line—the senate has the power to spend the next four years turning their constituents toward revering a Republican candidate for President in 2024, who, unlike trump, will not sell out our nation for personal profit, and if I can see the truth emerging from within today’s train of thought, why is it that powerful, well educated legislators cannot?

Oh wait—off the top of my head—here’s what my think tank forgot to factor into the over-simplistic nature of my plan to save our nation from succumbing wholly to self exploitive political implosion:  Decades of moral corruption smothering deeper truths under so many layers of entitled complexity that this next question remains hanging heavily, unanswered, overhead—When shall the truth win out in the end (freeing U.S. citizenry of blind loyalty that worships a faker [think Elmer Gantry] whose bold faced lies serve to do nothing more than cripple our national economy), at last?  As to who knows when that necessary change for the better may free people’s closed minds to openly consort with scientific reality?  Clearly, not me.

Friday, December 4, 2020

4LET’S TAKE AN OLD FASHIONED WALK😊

After texting a progress report to a small slice of my extended family concerning my having walked, back and forth, along the expanse of my patio, lost in conversation with David for about 15 minutes, several replied that I was making huge advances, and here is my reply to their positively focused perceptions—

I’m definitely considering your positive perceptions since I feel like the tortoise, moving forward, slow and steady, with patience intact while keeping my sights trained on achieving a long range goal, one small step at a time, which works for me, especially since the pandemic continues to require all of us to remain tucked safely inside our shells.

On the other hand, each time I send out an update, it’s highly likely that my loved ones are receiving a slanted view based in my need to veil repressed fears from my processor’s sense of clarity for this reason.  I’m coughing.  A lot.  And hurting.  A lot.  And if I am boldly inviting deeper truth to filter, intuitively, from my subconscious into the conscious portion of my processor, today, I’ll admit to worrying about the possibility of my recovery—stalling, because mustering the drive to re-energize my spirit’s natural capacity to thrive seems so far beyond my current sights as to feel deeply concerning.

Bottom line, over these past few days, I’ve not felt nearly as well as denial would like me to believe ... thank goodness we’re awaiting the results of two studies followed by a telephonic appointment with my oncologist, later in the day.

So please, while you continue to observe me doing everything possible to safeguard my life, I respectfully implore you to take every precaution as dictated by science to maintain your good health during this most recent spike of Covid, nationwide—seriously, how many millions of adults have not yet developed into ‘grown ups’, being that all we have to do to decrease our rising death rate and save our economy from tanking completely is to socially distance and mask up for a matter of weeks thus stopping stubbornness from serving as the killing machine that has left hundreds of thousands of families to mourn the devastating loss of loved ones, whose chairs will be empty for Chanukah snd Christmas just as was true of those whose unnecessary demise left thousands upon thousands of hearts steeped within the depths of sorrow hanging heavy over their Passover and Easter holiday tables as loved ones went missing beginning in January of this year, leading doctors and scientists to say, thousands of times since March—

Covid is a virus, and though trump would have you believe otherwise, viruses, as with masks, are not political.  Viruses, being physical, as passed through the air from person to person.

As to loss of jobs creating economic woes, what will it take to enlighten our populous with insight concerning the fact that cities in which people are masked would not go into lockdown mode ... and with today’s train of common sense in mind, I surely hope Biden’s administration will gift the people of The United States of America with the answer to this next vital question ... what will it take for all to mask up so as to participate in the solution that will heal our nation of Covid just as the people in Europe had once faced need to  unite, so determined was leadership to brainstorm, together in order to figure out what had been in need of simple change to overcome The Plague?

Currently, science has gained insight into what’s in need of wide spread change, so our present dilemma concerning how best to get people off of the trump train, which leads toward over crowded hospitals, to favor the boarding of super jets heading straight toward the destination where common sense awaits to heal our ailing nation of physical illness and pending economic depression via the arrival of change for the better concerning your loved ones’ decisions (and mine) to sweep political falsehoods based in greed out of our minds so as to tune into scientific guidelines that make sense of nonsense concerning the pandemic nature of Covid, at last—because—doing nothing more than awaiting a vaccine equates with mourning the loss of thousands of lives of people, akin to you and me, over these next several months, which must pass before we learn who will que up after first responders have been immunized ...

πŸ‘©πŸ»Annie

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

1 HEALING TOWARD PHYSICALLY THRIVING ONE STEP AT A TIME

In keeping with the theme of yesterday’s post, spotlighting today’s popular trend of young women’s preference of theatrical make up, I posted my perceptions on Facebook concerning losing my hair from head to brow to lash to toe while my medical team and I worked to save my life, and based in our success, thus far, which challenged my host of inner strengths to up its game, throughout every 24 hour day, here I am in the photo, below (snapped earlier this week), pretty much make up free except for a touch of blush highlighting cheeks snd lips, so happy to be alive that I believe the camera’s lens caught me all aglow as though ‘love actually’ had tapped into the depths of my soul.

And as such, the next portion of this post will offer up the text, I sent to thank my 9 year old  grandson, Ray, for his gift of love (as seen adorning my neck in the photo below) which he chose for me, all by himself, followed by my Facebook post conveying my being the fortunate recipient of Ray’s tenderness, after which you’ll find several of the many comments I received from family and friends.

Text from me to Ray—

Hi Ray, I loved FaceTiming with you, last night, when my heart filled with happiness each time my glance fell upon my beautiful bracelet and necklace adorning my wrist and neck.  I love and miss your generous heart soooo much, Ray, and once a vaccination runs Covid out of town, what a colossal celebration of love our entire family will enjoy, together!

❤️Gramma Heidi

Having FaceTimed with Ray so that his sensitivity could kvell with pleasure to see me enjoying both of his gifts, I expressed my happiness on Facebook via this post—

What a happy surprise I received in the mail from my nine year old grandson, Ray, who chose this beautiful necklace along with a matching bracelet, both of which I love!  Thank you, Ray!  Your surprises, both of which I’m wearing, right now, make me very happy as does your heartfelt generosity SO much so that I’m sending this photo so you can see how your gifts of love make me feel all aglow, which is why I plan to wear both, very often, so every time one or the other catches my eye, the depths of our love for each other will ignite my spirit’s smile!

Having posted the photo of the necklace clasped around my neck on Facebook, many friends referenced Ray’s sensitivity and my newly hatched pewter pixie hair-do, inspiring me to offer you a sampling of comments received:

Comments—

Barry to Annie—Ray was very excited to get you a gift and then very particular in finding a necklace to match the bracelet. It took Ray 3 months to find the right one.

Annie to Barry—When it comes to expressing the depths of one’s love with a heart overflowing with generosity and sensitivity, we’ve described Ray’s giving nature to a tee!❤️

Beth to Annie—I think your hair looks awesome. I wish mine would be that color when it goes natural but no luck here. And the pixie look really highlights your happy face.

(Unfortunately, new format of Blogger is stubbornly refusing to reveal photo of necklace adorning my neck, above which we’d see me all aglow, sporting my newly hatched, pewter pixie)

Annie to Beth— Thank you, Beth😊 Every morning, upon awakening, I glance in the mirror in readiness to get my grooming routine underway only to feel startled (think Groundhog Day) so as to exclaim, yet again—Hey!  Someone made off with my long dark hair, leaving me with someone else’s pewter pixie, during the night!  (At first, I was happy to see bits of fuzz popping out of my scalp, here and there.  Then, I rejoiced to see said pixie staring back, at me.  Now, I await the passage of time until Covid stops hovering overhead, like an angry dark cloud, so this pewter colored cap, covering my head, is, once again, as long, dark and sleek as had been true (with a little help from my hair stylist) before Chemo stole off with my crowning glory, during the dark of night, last December, while I was hospitalized, fast asleep.

Aha!  An attitude of NGU meets with success, yet again!

πŸ‘΅πŸ»πŸ₯°πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️Gramma Annie