A rainy 200

This is kind of a big deal for me.

Back in October, I started this blog as a therapeutic outlet for me while I watched my Mom on her downward slide with dementia.

Today, she is physically gone from me, I am still writing, and this is blog number 200. From Food network gripes, Mom, Shingleman, Undisclosed location, life working at a government agency , and, of course, my golden girls, you have been there for me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Here’s to the next 200!

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Silent Night

All is quiet .

Pawn stars on the History channel is on tv, Kasia and Zush are dozing,as is Shingleman, who didn’t sleep well last night.

Anything so quiet is welcome because office drama gets weird, but thanks to pals like Denise,Lois and Rita, sanity still manages to hang in there with just a giggle over “White Wedding”….

“You gotta have friends.”

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Thanks

A friend of mine was talking to me briefly today about my blog.His comments had me thinking about you,my reader.

I thank all of you, friends and strangers alike, who take the time to read this. What started as therapy for me while caregiving for Mom, I write now for the therapy and the pleasure of it. From Shingleman, allergies, caregiving and other daily thoughts, I would hope you enjoy reading this as I enjoy writing it. I would hope you keep reading: I promise to keep working on it on sunny and stormy days ahead, and for now, sending out warmest wishes to you, from the Wissahickon valley.

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Changing of the Flag

My nephew, Greg, came over after class yesterday and changed my hanging flag/banner that I keep out of pthe house. It is always good to have a nephew do this for you, especially when they are 6 foot tall or over!

I had a snowman flag that went up after Halloween was over, and it stayed there for a bit. I always like to put up the snowman because I figure I am at least committed to a season and not a holiday. I am covered through the first day of spring with the snowman, and the fact that our temperatures were in the 70’s, well, the snowman had seen his day.Sometimes I can get Jim to change it, but with the shingle situation, well, I thought it was best to ask Greg if he’d help his old aunt out.

Below is a shot of Greg with the Amish buggy flag. I usually go to the Amish flag until Jim’s birthday , and then go to the Cape May lighthouse for the summer, and then a maple leaf flag for the fall.

Thanks, Greg!

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Falling apart

By looking at the picture, you wouldn’t know that Jim is falling apart.He was trying to look pleasant for the camera.

His health is suffering, the shingle nerve pain is getting to him, he isn’t sleeping well at all:how he is actually functioning on 2 feet is beyond me. I try to tell him stress aggravates shingles, yet he continues daily life as best as he can.

Keep us all, but especially Jim in your prayers or whatever-we need all the good vibes we can get. Thanks, friends!

Dad and his girls

 

 

My Jim is too funny.

Sick with his shingle pain, looking really twisted up with agony, moaning, ..whatever,….then one or both of our fur kids come along and he starts laughing. We always knew our Zush, the older gal, was our child in a fur suit. Our friend, Georgine, says you talk to Zush and she looks at you with those eyes and its like she is looking into your soul. Zush is respectful if you aren’t well. She’ll curl up next to you and be quiet company, and , once in a while she’ll give you a kiss.

Kasia, the baby fur kid,may understand you aren’t feeling well, but she’ll still come up to you, hit you on the shoulder ever so gently, and as lousy as you feel, you can only smile when you rub her belly and she stands as still as a statue. For both of them, if you stop doing whatever they like you doing, they nudge you to tell you not to stop.You can only laugh at that.

Our gifts from God- they’re the best medicine in the world.

 

Another day…

…and another day walking the girls, only this time with Jim. We were trying to get his mind off his shingles, so we all walked until we couldn’t anymore. It’s a shame because it is almost sunset, and we hate to leave to come back up.

We walked the girls on the Cape May beach for a few miles and now we just came back from a long neighborhood walk. We hate to leave, but for now all four of us are refreshed and waiting for NEXT weekend!

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Blech

This bit with Jim’s shingles is wearing on both our nerves.

We are down at Undisclosed, and things haven’t changed. Jim is in big time pain and slept most of the day. It goes without saying I’ll be trying to get some sleep.

The girls are the only ones making out in this, as Jim can not be bothered to walk them, so they are going steady with me and loving it.

“Patience is a virtue.”…lol

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Phillie-time

Jim had gotten discouraging news from the Doctor yesterday regarding the duration of his shingle pain. Long story short, we are in this for a long while.

The only thing we have to look forward to?

Philadelphia Phillies. Jim likes to say it’s another thing he has to get aggravated over.

Saturday the Comcast station airs the first televised pre-season Phillies game. I am sincerely hoping this will help take Jim’s mind off the shingle pain and we can both sit and enjoy the game together. It’s the one thing( sport-wise) that we both enjoy. It won’t quite be the same for me, though, as my favorite Phillie, Jamie Moyer, is now with the Colorado Rockies.

Anyone have a Rockies schedule? LOL

Feeling a little blue

 

….and I came upon this sign.

 

This church is down at the “Undisclosed Location” and we pass it on a daily basis.

I have been weathering a lot recently, Mom, and then Jim and his shingles,and just couldn’t seem to shake the malaise I felt.

I saw this sign and thought to myself that truer words were never spoken.

This Thursday, the first of March, will be 19 years since I have been clean from my first cancer. Yup. NINETEEN. Through radiation, chemo, radiation implants…..NINETEEN.

 

Malaise, whatever….I am grateful to have two feet ON the ground.

 

Status of ths Shingle-man

Here is a shot of Shingle-man, aka, my Jim, who was playing guitar last night when his Mom and sister were over to pay us a visit. They figured since he is past the contagious stage, it was worth the trip. It was really funny because although he was not quite as miserable as he has been, they could see the difference in him was the medicine was kicking in. We both were sleepy, and we are not talking midnight, here, folks, we are talking 8P.M. My Kasia is sitting by her boyfriend, Daddy, waiting patiently for Mom to take her and Zush out for a walk.

We are leaving mid-day for the ‘Undisclosed Location”, as our feeling is it is just as easy to feel lousy there, but there is something about being out of the city that makes it all a little better.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Wish a shingle was only for a roof.

Jim’s shingles are a new experience which, quite frankly, I wish I never bought a ticket for.

I love my husband. Really.I do

Coming off of care giving for Mom, at least with Mom you could figure out how to make her comfortable. In a sense, it was basic care 101.

Shingles? Hah.

My friend Kate has been holding my hand through this and the doctor actually responded to me this morning but, **shaking my head** I just don’t know.It’s as though the Bermuda triangle has hit and we can’t seem to pull ourselves out of it. I know I can’t make his pain go away, but at the same time, I can’t seem to even help make him comfortable. It is a very frustrating situation that I find myself in. The doctor called with a basic increase in medicine this morning, and perhaps that’s the ticket. I hear from people who had relatives who had it and how badly the pain affected them and, quite frankly, I get scared. Cancer hits, you know you are losing control of your body.When possible, you do everything within your power to rid yourself of it. Dementia hits, the scariness is that your mind is going. Shingles, that damn dormant chicken pox virus, lies dormant, comes out with stress, bites you in the butt and seems to suck the life force out of you. It is truly an “E” ticket ride.

Me? Well, I’ll keep on keeping on, keep working the beads, and looking for only the “A” ticket rides.

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