Emergency Room Visit leads to a Double Date: MRI table for Two? Monday Night? No problem! We'll need to eat out anyway;KITCHEN CLOSED /FRIDGE in COMA

While its lovely to have Doctors say over and again,"you're so young" (ha relatively speaking) pertaining to the TIA symptoms I apparently suffered last week, I'd gladly have them call me an "old bat" to be rid of the trouble and anxiety (not to mention possible danger) that said symptoms have brought with them.

My spouse has suffered on a different front, different symptoms, different doctor... but incredible, we who rarely go to doctors, ended up with appointments both on Friday.

Well, after an interesting to say the least end to last week, dear husband and I are booked in for a double MRI session this evening! Hard to say, "HOW LUCKY!" but really, I guess we are. In that I would never have thought to try schedule mine with him to come with me, nor likely he the same. The place just round the corner could fit us both in "back-to-back" so to speak. TONIGHT. !!!! I must say I think neither of us believed we would get in this soon, nor were we prepared as such, emotionally. But, as long as we are precertified by then, off we go.

So now, as there's no time in my day now for contemplative meditation or any of the like, I must find another route to preventative health. I'll take my orange flavored baby aspirin. And I've dug out ENYA to listen to. Which is on the old iPod, but for some reason not on my phone. I need a little ORONOCO FLOW...

While I EMPTY THE FRIDGE AND FREEZER. You see, it seemingly melted down last week. Shortly after I replenished our larder for the week. While all this was happening last week it ceased to function. After a few days with an eerie 'CLICK' or ping sound whose location was indistinguishable, and which was audible, of course, ONLY to me... well now we know where it was coming from. Hopefully NOT the death throws of our very young NOT CHEAP fridge, of course, just out of warranty, but still young by refrigerator standards. I mean the term "runs like a refrigerator" means strong tireless and RELIABLE. Doesn't it?

Still, BETTER IT THAN US!

Mind there you go... healthy happy week, all.

I've laid the table for you and me, my friend...and it's Cezanne's Birthday. How PERFECT!

As I experience this winter, and feel myself reconnecting a bit. With the world. With my life. With this blog, the blogworld and those in it-- I feel a bit of a pang. I want more. To connect with you, all the more.

When I read what some of you have written, on your blogs, or to me, I am so touched. Blessed. By your words. Your presence. Your creativity. Your hearts.

But my desires can be simple, if not simplistic. I wish I could sit down with each of you. And share a cup of tea. We could talk. Or listen. Or just be. I can't tell you how my heart sings to think of it-- like a boiling kettle!

So when I brewed this pot, in my Hall's Superior teapot, a pretty and also sturdy, pleasing reliable workhorse, I thought of you. The many of you. But also just you. All the things that make you different, but then too all the connections we may share, and I appreciate that.

Even in the cold of winter, we may yet lay the table as if in the summer of our life, with perennial porcelain and tart tea towels sporting fruit and flower. And so it goes in our hearts as well.

So you may take your pick, whatever your preference. Reproduction Blue Calico transferware? Noritake turn of the century Selika porcelain? Fiestaware Harlequin Riviera, in the warmest most scrumptious yellow ever?

If you don't see one you like, I have others. Come on over and visit me. ;)

Warm Winter Wishes... while wishing to be a blessing back.

NAMASTE

Oh-- I forgot to ask! Milk or lemon? Vanilla Rice Milk is what I take in mine. ;)

xo

HAPPIEST OF HAPPY YEARS TO US ALL...

Some shots of the season, captured on my phone... May your path lead in the direction of your bliss, may your heart grow and soar, may your soul be replete...

HAPPY NEW YEAR

XO

Healing... Hope... Summer... Thunder

Hoping like anything to be back... really back...feeling more myself many days. Though this is far from over. Hope to share some lovely things from this summer soon.

So very much prefer the actual Thunder in my life to the proverbial thunder... It's beauty is evident, I know how it works, and it passes all the more quickly and predictably!

Love to all

(did you say,) "Lyme Disease? OH no you Di'n't!"

"Lyme disease is the most rapidly spreading vector-borne disease in the world.

The medical world is divided with one group saying that it is rare, easy to diagnose and easy to treat, and the other saying it is a difficult diagnosis because of the negativity of the ELISA test and the lack of medical education of medical students, family practitioners and specialists.

There is an urgent need for making the public and the medical world aware of this since there is an unexplained Lyme denial problem prevalent in our medical association.
I have seen many suffering from arthritis, mental fog, and severe fatigue and most of these patients have gone undiagnosed to the present day. "

Quote from "The Spread of Lyme Disease" http://www.theconference.ca/index.php?/The-Spread-Of-Lyme-Disease by Dr. Ernie Murakami http://www.theconference.ca/index.php?/Murakami-Dr.-Ernie

Nuff Said?

I can't even go there, to tell the horror I feel. But the blessing is the opportunity for a better than conventional , alternative treatment.

I will speak disjointedly, just and only as a manner to update you all.

Currently being treated for Lyme's Disease. Explains A LOT. But too over being in the horror to explain the mechanics of the thing, or what it's meant for me. Apparently for years now. To quote Joe vs the Volcano of his Brain Cloud: "I KNEW IT!!! I mean, I didn't know it, but .... I KNEW IT!" His Brain Cloud issue was not serious much less real (as many may say of Lyme's) but it's symptoms dogged him for years.

The part I cannot take? My darling boy, my 15 year old with Mono since March apparently has it too.

I am taking the good and the blessings right along with the curse of it. But it's taking everything I have. Not to give in. For very long. With every burst of energy I can muster, however infinitesimal, I jump on that wave, determined to fight this, to drive out the fear and depression that are attacking us both.

My honor roll student hasn't been able to attend a full day of school since mid-March. Is too exhausted to do much, walks, more like shuffles like an old man, and then leans against a wall or sits in chair in order to make it across a room. It will take every bit of strength fortitude and advocacy we can lay claim to for him to finish the year. Good grades optional. But how to convince him? He who is all or nothing, can't do it halfway and live with himself, no matter how we reassure him? We are constantly working on that, too.

So. Not terribly creative during all this. Feel a bit broken, actually. But determined. At least at the moment. So many things have been on the back burner any way, since before any diagnosis. It's hard not to be well, harder still not to be able to hope realistically for a speedy recovery.

But we're still here. Fighting. And I'm missing you all.

I check in every once in a while...

Wishing you all HEALTH!

It's the best wish I can wish for you, along with peace, love, safety, whole hearts, and dear ones near.

xo

HAPPY EARTH DAY! One Body by Ben Strang

Happy Earth Day, dear ones.

Please view this moving Public Service Announcement, created by a young man near and dear to my heart. It's truth and sincere message, beautifully delivered, cut right to the heart of me.

I believe.

One Body from Ben Strang on Vimeo.

Ben, this Auntie is SO proud of you. :,D

xo

In Resonse to a New Comment on "Virginia Tech... April 16, 2007"

Dear Carla,

Thank you so much for your kind comments-- I'd been thinking about this for the past several weeks, in the corners of my mind. But, with a child home sick for the past 4 weeks, today has crept up on me.

Today, I can only hope and pray that broken hearts are still beating, healing, however inexplicably, and that the love and prayers generated by these losses, that the memory of those lost and the positive effects of their contributions given and of those that were cut short before they might be given, radiate out into the wide world and surround us. Teach us. Heal us. Protect and guide us. Ever after.

Strangely, the tulips bloomed early this year-- first time ever, since the way they began that day. And they are, even more strangely still, a different color.

Perhaps, just perhaps, change is good.

xo

(Original Post, dated April 20, 2009)