Saturday, May 25, 2013

Still Purrin....

Most people have two-three year old's that bring on the saying, "terrible twos."  We have Jobie, who like a toddler gets into everything.  When it is quiet you are on the search for Jobie to see what he is up to.
Looking at his picture now one sees a healthy happy cat but that has not always been the case.
October 2012 my husband and I
were driving to a local diner to have breakfast.
As we were driving down the road my husband commented, "oops that kitten almost got hit."

I looked out the window and I saw this little ball of fur with tail erect, head tilted stumbling across the road as if he were drunk.  Me being the critter person I am, I made my husband come to a sudden halt as I had opened the door of the pickup and was jumping out to get the poor little kitten out of the middle of the road.
As I bent over to pick the little guy up I heard him purring.  As I grabbed him he turned his little head towards me and I was shocked at what I was seeing.  His eyes were glued shut from the scabby type stuff that comes from constant drainage and his nose was also covered with the same type of material to where he was having a hard time breathing; yet here the little guy was purring away.
I jumped back into the pickup with this little kitten bundled in my arms.

Not having a blanket I wrapped him up in one of my husbands flannel shirts.
Poor little guy had no meat on him what so ever.
We got him home and I proceeded to try and clean out his eyes and nose.  Then I placed him in a box with the flannel shirt he had been bundled in.  He purred the whole time.

Honestly I did not think he would make it through the night.  But he did.

Then I set a goal for a week.  If he made it a week I would invest in some Abx and try to knock out his infection.  The little stinker made it through the week and I got the Abx.
Day in and day out you could hear him purring inside his make shift home.

A month later I took him into my vet to see what he thought.  He did not even weigh a pound.  My concern then was I could not get him to eat.  Upon arriving at my vets office my vet asked me how old I thought 'baby kittie" was (that was what I had been calling him)  I related to my vet he could be no more than a couple months old.  He smiled and then informed me I had a 6 month old to a year old cat on my hands.
Due to his rough start in life, he had not matured like a healthy well cared for cat.  I was shocked.
He gave some abx for his ears to try and help with his tilted head and an abx for his eyes to clear them up also.

We continued with the oral abx I had purchased in hopes of knocking out his respiratory infection.
A couple week later I noticed he had this huge oval looking scab covering his right eye which had started to bleed. I was back into my vets office.  My vet removed the scab and related to me that "baby kittie" was going to loose that eye.  Yet here this kitten was still just a purring away.  Even my vet observed that each kittie" he was always purring.
time he had seen "baby
(Jobie did not physically lose his right eye but he is blind in that eye.)

Six months later, after we got the respiratory cleared up enough so that Jobie could smell. He started eating kittie" now had a name, "Jobie."
and putting on weight we got him up to 4.75 pounds before my vet felt it was safe enough to neuter him.  When I came and picked him up I related to my vet that "baby

I shared with him my admiration of Job from the Old Testament and what he endured was such a testimony for me in Faith, Patience
and complete Trust in The Lord's timing.
Yet through it all not at one time did he murmur.
He like my little Jobie kept on purring through all the difficult times.
He nodded his head in agreement and picking up "baby kittie" replied," I like that; Jobie."

A couple weeks later we had a routine follow up visit and my Vet shared with me that he had not believed  Jobie would make it. He was surprised that he became healthy enough to neuter; I had to agree with him because I had been with the little guy from day one.

A few weeks ago I took Jobie in so my Vet could see how he's changed.
When he approached, Jobie was lying on my lap on his back batting at my fingers.
My vet reached down to scratch him under his chin and smiling looked at me and said, "This can't be that sickly tiny thing  you brought in; you switched out cats this is not the same cat!"
Still rubbing Jobie under the chin he observed, "he is still purring."  

Friday, May 17, 2013

A Tribute to Mothers

I found this really new website with poems that people have written.  I found many of them inspiring.
Since May is the month for mothers and I did not have time to do a Mother's day post,  here is my Tribute to Mothers utilizing some of the poems I found at "Family Friend Poems."
If you like poems here is their web address go and check them out they have a huge variety of poems covering a massive range of topics. 


Her Hands

© Maggie Pittman
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

Source: Her Hands, Mother Poem 

Through My Mother's Eyes......

© Jessica R. Nickell
My mother sees me as a bright, beautiful girl.
Who's all grown up in this busy world.
Who's funny, courageous, brave, and strong.
Who's intelligent and knows right from wrong.
Who makes decisions on her own.
Who knows how to clean a dirty home.
In this hectic world, I stand tall.
And keep my composure through it all.
But once I was a little girl.
Who was small and dependent in this busy world
So how did I become the woman I call me?
I was cared for, loved and raised properly.
I had a wonderful model to look up to.
(Even though I never tried her kung fu)
I was taught to reach for the stars.
And be proud of everything you are.
So now I'm reaching my goals and dreams.
And I have you to thank for everything.
I love you mom!

Source: Thank You Mom!, Through My Mother's Eyes, Mother Poem 

A Mother's Call

© Loretta A. Pitilli
images of your children
forever on your screen
separation, anxiety and love
the blessed trinity
the need to comfort
to iron out the wrinkles
to diminish their pain
to ingest some wisdom
to eradicate the mystery
to hold their hand
while climbing the mountain
or walking heavily in the rain
to gently touch
to freely let go
to be right there
and then disappear
to give life
to let it fly
waiting patiently
as they wave goodbye

Source: A Mother's Call, Mother Poem 

So many more yet not enough space but here is one about adoption.
My parents that raised me were old enough to be my grand-parents but for me they were always and will always be my mom and poppers

Growing Up With Grandma

© Candy Canan
I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But, she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.

She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk.
And, though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.

When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were,
That made me kinda’ sad.

And, sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride,
And loved me all the same.

She'd wrap her arms around me,
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.

Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's son.

To have a regular family
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad,
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.

'It's alright, it's okay,' Grandma would say,
'One day you'll understand why,
Life just isn't fair to everyone you see.
It's always okay to cry.'

And when I went off to college,
I met the love of my life.
It was Grandma who was the first I told
That I planned to make her my wife.

Soon after I'd become a father,
For that I could hardly wait.
To have a child of my very own,
And, to make my Grandma a 'Great'.

A little girl to share her name,
For all that she'd given me.
So much I owed to Grandma,
That was plain to see.

As time passed and life grew short
I hoped my Grandma knew
That it was her love and her support
That always got me through.

If I could tell her one more thing
'Thanks Grandma', is what I 'd say
For loving me and making me,
The man I am today.

Source: Growing Up With Grandma, Adoption Poem 

And here are some written by our birth mothers and one about a birth mother:  

For My Children

© Cara-Marie Simpkins
For my children

I remember my pregnancy with you
I fell in love with your every move, and with the sound of your beating heart.
I held your precious body in my arms for the first time and took in your sweet, angelic presence.
Nothing could prepare me for what would lie ahead.
Nothing could prevent my heart from breaking, but it had to be done.
I tried to be strong, but my strength failed me.
I never knew it would be so difficult to write my own name.
I cried, and was grateful for all the precious memories you've given me.
It was a new beginning for you.
The healing was beginning for me.
Time went forward, I learned and grew as I slowly let go of you.
My heart was healed, my life was blessed and my prayers were answered.
Still, there's days when I cry.
I will never stop thinking about you.
Still I wonder about the person you are now, and the person you've yet to become.
I pray that you will always know of the love I have for you.
It's only through the grace of God that you were mine for a time.
He gave you to me, I lovingly obeyed his plans for you.

~C-Marie Simpkins~

Source: Giving Up Children For Adoption, For My Children, Adoption Poem 

My Birth Mom

© Emily E. Adkisson
Loving and gracious the
Women I've never met.
She made a difficult decision and
She will debate that decision for the
Rest of her life.
It was something she knew she had to do
She did it with
A Mothers Love.

She thinks about me everyday
Every birthday, Every Mothers Day
Hurt will always be there.
I would not be the person
I am today without
A Mothers Love.
I can never thank her enough
For all the pain
She must go through
To give me a wonderful life
She had to show the biggest amount of
A Mothers Love.

Source: My Birth Mom, A Mother's Love, Adoption Poem 

"What is this thing That Men call Death?"

This morning President Thomas M Monson's dear sweet wife peacefully passed away.  It took me back to many memories I have with loved ones passing away.  One of the thoughts that kept running through my mind were the words that President Hinkley penned upon losing his precious wife to the arms of death:

"1. What is this thing that men call death
This quiet passing in the night?
’Tis not the end but genesis
Of better worlds and greater light.
2. O God, touch Thou my aching heart
And calm my troubled, haunting fears.
Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,
Give strength and peace beyond my tears.
3. There is no death, but only change,
With recompense for vict’ry won.
The gift of Him who loved all men,
The Son of God, the Holy One."
Copyright © 2007 by Gordon B. Hinckley and Janice Kapp Perry. All rights reserved. This song may be copied for incidental, noncommercial home and church use.

In my profession there have been many a time when I have sat with loved ones at the bedside of their loved one who are beginning that transitional journey from this life to the next.  My heart aches with them as they struggle to understand "this thing man calls death."
Countless tears have been shared along with hugs and words of kindness.
Over and over I have been asked, "how do you handle this?" or
"How do you deal with this?"
Those two questions have given me pause to ponder on the whys and how I handle death.
As I have been reflecting on those two questions one memory that stands out more so in my mind than any other was the day my beloved poppers was called home.  I was past grief stricken.  I was lost.
During that period I actually felt my popper's arms around me and heard his grief stricken voice as he tried to reassure me that all was well.  (My poppers never could bear to see me cry)  As I sat there holding his hand telling him that "it was not all right" it was as if the scene had changed in my minds eye; not only could I hear my popper's voice but I could hear all his family singing and shouting for joy at being reunited with their beloved brother, uncle, friend and son.
For a moment I was shocked, after all, how could they be so happy when my world had been torn away from me?
I was then taught a valuable lesson that I continue to cling to today.
 I got to spend time with my poppers for about thirty some years; they on the other hand had been separated from my poppers those thirty some years and more.
Like me, they too loved and missed my poppers
and now they had been reunited never to be separated again.
When Waiting Is OverThen this last thought,
"how great shall be your joy."
It was such a powerful lesson that is has taken me years to totally absorb it.
When my mother was called home, she was so excited at being reunited with poppers and her loved ones her closing words were,
"oh, there's Lorie, I'm okay I have so much catching up to do with the family you'll be okay."
Then it was as a if a door closed behind her.
I was so shocked,
I was speechless.
Yet once again I felt this incredible joy flowing through me and I was happy for her. (She did come visit me often once her catching up was done)
I'm not saying that even though I felt that incredible joy it still does not hurt.
Each and every day I think of them
and I miss them terribly.
There is a vacant spot in my heart that nothing in this life will be able to fill  but there is no doubt in my mind that when the day comes and I am called home I too will be met with all my family and there will be tears of joy and excitement at our glorious family reunion.
As I sit with my friends as they are starting that journey those memories fill my soul with immense love and peace.  I read to them, I visit with them and at times I sing to them.
One memory that sticks out in my mind was a dear sweet adopted grandmother of mine.
Her family was grief stricken and I promised them that I would stay by her side.
Unfortunately there are times during that transition medications cease to be effective.
As I sat holding her hand and reassuring her I found myself singing her songs that my mother used to sing to me when I was hurt and scared.
She immediately turned her face towards me and her entire body relaxed.
As she was taking her last breath in this life these are the words she heard:

Faith In Jesus Royalty Free Stock Images - Image: 18899649"I am a child of God
His love for me divine
He fills my soul with peace and love
when life becomes unkind
He leads me
Guides me
Walks besides me
Showing me the way
With my hand 
in His great hand
He'll lead me safely 

It was a very powerful moment for me and her. 
A moment that has forever changed me.
No, I do not understand "this thing called death" but I do know death is not the end, it is just the beginning of something so powerful and beautiful that my simple mind cannot even begin to fathom all it entails.

May those of us who have tasted the sorrow of losing a loved one also feel that great peace that only He can give and may we have just enough faith to believe in Him, He who broke the bands of death and believe that He has something so much greater planned for us after we have passed through that door from this life to the next.
May we all put our hands in His great hand and let Him show us the way.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Signs of Stroke

Stroke Terms  I have had several family members and close friends whose loved ones have suffered the devastating effects of stroke. 
I also work with those who are trying to rehabilitate from the effects of a stroke.  

Here is some good information to help you or a loved one recognize the signs of a possible stroke and to immediately get help, 
courtesy of The American Heart Association.  

If you would like, feel free to take the "My life check assessment" and see where you are for the risk of cardiovascular diseases.  Mine I already knew; I am quite pleasantly extra plump or very obese.  
I have already lost 10 lbs but it would not hurt my heart in the least for me to lose another 10 lbs.  
My ultimate goal is to lose at least 45-50 lbs.  That would put me in a healthier weight bracket but no means close to the weight I was when my husband and I were married.  Those days for me has done set sail.  
When I was younger I was was so phobic about my weight that I went to extreme to maintain my "perfect weight."  
Now that I am older I'll be just as satisfied to be a "healthier weight."
I hope you find the information contained in this post useful and if you decide to check your assessment I hope you also will become inspired to gift yourself with a healthier you.

"May is American Stroke Month and a time to raise awareness that stroke is largely preventable, treatable and beatable.

Stroke is largely preventable. The risk factors for stroke and heart disease can be similar, so what’s good for the brain is good for the heart. A few simple steps toward getting healthier is a great way to reduce your risk for both diseases. Start by checking your cardiovascular health with the My Life Check® Assessment.Stroke is treatable. When you recognize a stroke and act fast by calling 9-1-1, you have a greater chance of survival and recovery. Remember the acronym F.A.S.T. to help you recognize symptoms and what to do: 

    F - Face Drooping: Does one side of the face droop or is it numb? 
    A - Arm Weakness: Is one arm weak or numb? 
    S - Speech Difficulty: Is speech slurred, are they unable to speak, or are they hard to understand? 
    T - Time to call 911: If the person shows any of these symptoms, call 9-1-1 immediately. 

Stroke is beatable. Stroke survivors and their families are not alone in the recovery. The American Stroke Association is here with resources to help." 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Queens of Insecurity

 A few weeks ago during change of shift a few of my fellow nurses and I started visiting.  I must say I was shocked and amazed at the confession of each of these remarkable ladies about their "insecurities."
One I have worked with before and I have learned so much from her.  I have learned time management skills and how to prioritize.  She is so awesome with the clinical part of our world.  I am a little weak in that area.  As I was sharing with her and the others all that I learned from her, she hung her head and commented.  "I'm not that great."  Then she went on to share with us her insecurities and how she masks it with indifference.
Another nurse who is so kind and gentle then proceeded to visit with us about her insecurities and how they have made her "backwards."  I love this sweet spirited lady but she always looks down when you visit with her.  It is very hard for her to make and maintain eye contact.  She has the most beautiful smile.  My heart was saddened by her sadness and doubt.
Then another with tears in her eyes commented that, "she is a crappy nurse."  I have seen her nursing skills and she has great strengths in her documentation and assessments.  Any one who knows me knows my penmanship skills are lacking.  I really should have went to medical school and became a MD due to not to many are able to read my hand writing; but I am going to get me a Calligraphy set and work on  improving my handwriting.
Shocked at how low these wonderful women that I work with felt, I let them know that I was the queen of insecurities and I masked mine with humor.  They just could not believe it as I could not believe theirs.
As I have been reflecting on that interchange it has taken me back many years when I was the Teacher development Teacher of our Ward.
It was my job to teach teachers how to teach more effectively.
Back then my insecurities were awful.  I literally felt as if I was the black sheep and disgrace of the ward.  I must admit that calling for me was very intimidating.  But I have learned that the Lord "takes our weaknesses and makes them strong."  Did not realize it then but it was during that period I so learned the truth of that promise of His.
With that class I taught everyone in the Ward.  I shall never forget the Matriarchs of the ward coming to my little class and sharing with me that they felt like the "White trash of the ward."
 Wow!  What an eye opener for me.  How could that be?
As I pondered and searched for an answer it came with a picture I found at a local bookstore.
I was shopping for pictures that would tie in with my lessons when this one picture jumped out at me, it was a picture of the Savior holding a little girls face in his great hands.  He was kneeling and looking her right in the eyes as I gazed upon that beautiful image these words ran through my mind, "If only you could see yourself as I see you!"  Then just as quick another thought,
"God does not create junk!
You are my beloved daughter
and your worth is greater than you know!"
That was a very powerful moment for me.
A moment that has forever changed my attitude and how I view others.

I then found myself as I looked at those around me seeing them through the eyes of our Heavenly Father.
What a great blessing which has enriched my life.
AbishOne of my beloved friends took my class and as I watched her I was reminded of a Book of Mormon Story about a remarkable lady called Abish.  Ammon one of my favorite Book of Mormon missionaries had taught the kind of the Lamanites and the King was so overcome he fell to the earth.  As the story goes there is a moment when his whole household is so overcome by the Spirit they all fall to the earth along with Ammon.  Abish who had already been converted was anxious to share this scene with her neighbors but they did not believe and were going to slay Ammon due to the "witchcraft" he had brought to the house.
Abish sorrowful for their hardened hearts reached out and took the Queens hand to awaken her and the Queen immediately stood and seeing the contention she immediately reached for the Kings hand
and he awoke praising God.  
My friend is truly an Abish.

One of our sweet grandmotherly types reminded me of Martha from the New Testament, Martha and Mary.  She is always busy preparing.  But she loves her Savior deeply.

Another reminded me of the Widow in the Old Testament in whom Elijah asked for food and she had no food but was preparing the last of the meal for her and her son so that they could die together but instead she fed the prophet.  Great woman of faith.

Another Elect Lady of Faith in our ward reminds me of Queen Ester in the Old Testament who pleaded for the life of her fellow Israelite's even though it could have cost her her life due to she too was an Israelite.
My list could go on and on.

To all my friends who are "Queens of Insecurities"  know this, You are a remarkable daughter of God.  He has created you with great strengths and weaknesses which He will help make strong because He has a great plan and mission that only you can do.
Always remember He loves you and He does not make mistakes.
Never forget He trusts YOU and He is always near.  Let Him show YOU how He sees YOU.