Tuesday, August 31, 2021

7 COVID: WHO IS SAFEGUARDING THE CHILDREN?

*Here I am.  Fighting to regain my good health.  Doing whatever modern medicine dictates must be done, inclusive of quarantining for going on two years as lung cancer, which has left me with one healthy lung, causes me to continue to be extraordinarily cautious of catching anything air born, even so much as the common cold.

And over these past two years, I’ve had lots of time to consider that which makes no sense when a stubborn mindset adopted by millions becomes so closed minded as to place loved ones at risk of dying on respirators in intensive care units, no visitors allowed during final hours for fear of how contagious the Delta variant of this virus proves to be.

Though many decisions that people make are not based in common sense, denying the death threat of Covid, hanging over everyone’s heads when vaccinations have been free, readily available and are now fully approved by the FCC, carries us way beyond frustration when contemplating the fact that millions of parents are acting as if they care nothing for the safety of their children much less for the public welfare. 

Just as laws were enacted against speeding to stop people from willfully hurting, maiming or killing each other in cars, it’s high time for a state of national emergency to mandate masks, especially in schools (as well as  vaccinations when the vaccine is approved for children).  Seriously, if parents do not provide for the safekeeping of their children by masking up, themselves, then our President, whose primary responsibility is national safety, must provide our offspring and their playmates with safe passage during hours spent in school, most especially when unmasked parents prove to be amongst those who are spreading this deadly virus while wrongly ranting that their personal rights are being violated when deeper truth clearly holds fast to the fact that their reprehensible attitudes and behaviors are directly responsible for the up surging nature of Covid’s death toll, again.  In fact, perhaps if a bell rang throughout the land each time Covid claimed another life, unmasked citizens would awaken to the part they play in not masking up.

As ‘enough is enough’ is way past due, it’s time for millions of masked citizens to rise up to declare that the Federal government’s intervention is necessary, being that too many state officials, acting like puppets on strings (remaining as immature as their unmasked constituents), cannot be relied upon to decide the fate of millions who, having masked up, are healthy, today, but may find themselves amongst those unfortunate souls, who will be hospitalized with Covid if nothing is done to create change for the better, across the nation, once and for all.

Seriously—isn’t this ‘near and present danger’, which has continued to kill more Americans than those lost to war, the very reason why need for a Federal Government with a Presidential state of emergency to preempt  Congress and state governments was established in the first place? πŸ‘©πŸ»Annie

Monday, August 30, 2021

6 FIVE MINDS PROVED BETTER THAN TWO

So as you know, last weekend, Will and I were on a mission to be safely inoculated with the booster that will hopefully hold Covid 19 at bay.

Our sons encouraged us to change our Saturday afternoon appointments to first thing in the morning when less people are out and about, and thankfully, upon going online, we actually snagged appt. #1 and 2.

Upon our arrival, we were thankful to see very few people (awaiting the pharmacist at Safeway), all of whom were distancing and masked.  The pharmacist, seeing me masked, goggled, turbaned and in a wheelchair, inoculated us with haste, and thus were we in Safeway (my first excursion in two years time) a total of six minutes before I was wheeled— past the colorful array of flowers—outside, and next thing I knew, we were safely back in our air conditioned car, awaiting any side effects that might require immediate attention before heading for home.

Did I mention that Will had asked our dear friend, Andi, to be with me, outside, so that he could get the pharmasist’s attention before coming out to wheel me inside, past all of the beautiful flowers that led us straight toward receiving the booster …

As to side effects—

The shot itself is a doozy, and discomfort in our arms lasted for 24 hours.  In addition to that, we were both so drowsy as to have spent most of the day dozing off.  However, with no other side effects experienced than that, the next day saw us enjoying a masked BBQ hot dog lunch on our patio with Steven and Ravi (who played with her mermaids in our spa until a jar of sparkling play dough and a magical unicorn mold appeared, enticing Ravi to towel off so as to get busy at our patio table.)

And so while Will and I continue to take every precaution to feel well-protected from Covid, our spirits enjoyed a relaxing Sunday afternoon with beloved family, and what, I ask, could feel better than that?πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️πŸ”†πŸŒ»πŸ§š‍♀️Annie

Sunday, August 29, 2021

5 AUGUST 2021–THANK YOU, SALLY

 In addition to receiving two beautiful bouquets of flowers, this week, I also replied to a dear friend and neighbor’s hand written card, and while penning my response waves of gratitude ran throughout my body being that family and friends, both near and far, have continued to rally my spirit to remain focused on achieving my goal of regaining good health after more than two years … and here is my most recent reply to my friend, Sally, who, from time to time, drops sweet surprises at my front door …

Hi Sally,

I just received your heartfelt card, and ‘with faith, persistence and love’ (along with our deeply caring, highly trained medical community) our family remains determined to enjoy the pot at the end of the rainbow, which is within sight, just beyond the cloudy skies of these past two years.  And with the loving encouragement of friends, like you, the strength of our spirits’ smiles continues to believe that the day will come, when fully healed, I’ll find myself in Newport Beach, watching my grandchildren splashing around in the pool just before I jump in, buoyed with the good health that all of my loved ones have helped me to regain.

Stay well and be safe, dear friend.  My friendship stone, bluebird (and Ravi’s) are nearby on my dressing table, and if we listen attentively, we’ll hear chirping, which translates to:  As happiness and strength of spirit depend upon a heartfelt sense of fortitude then, surely, happiness and strength of spirit, leading toward good health regained, will fill the pot at the end of the rainbow—And ever since this third surgery,  I’ve got that pot in plain sight.πŸ₯°

Warm hugs,

πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️❤️πŸ”†πŸŒ»Annie

Saturday, August 28, 2021

LOST AND FOUND—ANOTHER POST-OP UPDATE

 Early August 2021

Though it’s good to note that healing continues to move in a forward direction, my recovery, following the removal of my right lung, progresses two steps forward, one step back, slowing my pace toward reaching my goal of feeling so healthy as to enjoy life with my family and friends. And knowing this healing process to be lengthy, I’m grateful for every day that’s peaceful rather than grueling as Thursday proved to be.

So what do I do when my recovery takes a turn for the worse, because something unknown is happening inside?  First off, I remind myself that whatever is going on within this complex machine, named Annie, is of a temporary nature.  And secondly, I think back to the earliest days of my recovery when I was much too weakened to pen a post on my own, so my sons pitched in and did that for me—Between my family and Mayo’s caring hospital staff, all of my needs are met, and feeling well cared for and deeply loved frees positive energy to focus on healing, every day, from the inside out.

πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️πŸ”†πŸŒ»Annie 

Friday, August 27, 2021

‘KNOW THYSELF’ WORKS FOR ME, AGAIN

July 26, 2021

Will and I feel as if we just checked into the hospital, and now, here we are on our way home.

As I plan to be fine in the long run, email updates may be paused for awhile.

Thank you, Tony and Ray for my new PJ’s.  I’ve decided to wear them, today, knowing that I’ll want to head straight for my bed as soon as I get home.
Ravi, look closely at the photo below to see all of the cheetahs that I’m wearing, today.😊

If my face is as round as an apple, no worries, because, following surgery,  I’ve absorbed lots of cortisone to fight off any chance of infection.
πŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️πŸ₯°πŸ”†πŸŒ»Gramma Annie
I asked my surgeon when my cheeks will stop looking as round as a chipmunk’s.  Her reply:  Please be patient, because cortisone’s after effects may take a while to resolve
And
Knowing myself to be well practiced at patience, my smile embodied a peaceful sense of self confidence as thoughts of partaking in yet another waiting game is something I have become capable of doing sans frustration.
AnnieπŸ™‹πŸ»‍♀️πŸ”†πŸŒ»


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Thursday, August 26, 2021

WONDER MOM FRIDAY AFTERNOON

July 23, 2021

 Hello Family and Friends! 

Looks like it’s that time of year, again, where Wonder Woman kicks Cancer’s butt, and the sequel to last year’s adventure is well underway.  As Barry updated y’all yesterday, Mom’s surgery went very well, and today’s the first official day of her recovery.

So far, Mom has said this  surgery is like night and day compared to last year in Houston.  Her pain is already much more manageable than last year, and the freedom for us (Dad and me) to be here with Mom, today, (Barry, yesterday, and Steven, tomorrow) has been a big lift... to all of our spirits.  And speaking of Mom, she did exactly that by lifting herself out of bed to take her first short walk, just now. The exit doors are still a ways off on the horizon, but first steps were taken toward going home, and we truly believe we’re all officially on the road to complete recovery.

As always, I want to thank everyone for your calls and texts and emails.  Each one of you encourages all of us forward toward getting our superhero home, safe and sound!

Hope you all have a great weekend, and I’ll have an update, again, tomorrow!

David

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

HEALTH UP DATES POP UP IN DRAFTS

 With so much time to think, over these past two years, opportunity to post my thoughts is offered to me throughout each and every day.

As you receive the same updates that I email to family and friends, much to my surprise, several posts were left in drafts; however, common sense suggests why these specific updates were overlooked, until now—you see, they were not written by me, and those that are mine had been penned while I was hospitalized and heavily medicated, so without further ado, here is the first—

July 22, 2021

Hello everyone,

This is Annie and Will’s eldest son, Barry. 

Mom is out of surgery. The procedure went VERY well. The mass was small. It hasn’t spread to any other organs. The margins are clean. They removed her entire lung.  Mom didn’t need a transfusion. She will be in recovery for a couple hours before being moved to a room at Mayo at which point my father and I will be able to see her (Mayo allows only two people to see her, per day). Mom wanted to make sure all of you knew about her progress, because she’s thankful for everything all of you have meant to her. Thank you all for your prayers and thoughts and positive energies!  They paid off!
- Barry