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HER SPECIAL DAY

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.” Well, today is Saint Patrick’s Day!  That was a pretty big thing around our house.  As a child, I was boarded at an all girl Catholic school and that was my ‘Saint’s’ day.  There was always plenty of green food, green cake, green jello, and…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Have Confidence in Me.”

The one thing in my life that I have always had confidence in is my medical knowledge and responding quickly in emergencies.  I was an excellent nurse, both a LVN and RN. The Critical Care Unit was my specialty.  The excitement drew me there.  There are two types of patients that most nurses do not want to care for:  Alcohol/drug abusers and suicide attempts.  The things that would be said to them and done to them in the name of ‘nursing care’ was appalling.  My experience with my sister and her mental problems and suicide attempts allowed the empathy necessary to care for these patients with tenderness and understanding.  And alcoholism/drug abuse runs in my family so I felt at home with them.

After my thirty year nursing career, I went to USC and became a Physician Assistant.  When I graduated and started working at the University of California, Irvine with a well-known Hepatologist, my confidence grew.  That is what I knew I should be doing.  I was given the responsibility of caring for all the patients with Hepatitis C and were on treatment.  That was a life-changing experience.

On January 26, 2005, at six o’clock a.m., my entire life shattered into a million shards of mirrored glass.  It was as if I walked through those sharp fragments, sat down and rolled around in them with the only pain concentrated in my heart.  My husband of thirty years was killed in a Metrolink derailment on his way to work.  It was months before I would try to drive again and years before I could hold a meaningful conversation.  My mind told me that I could not move a step without him.  So, for ten years it was a constant search for why I was here on this earth without him and what is my purpose?  Confidence?  It was all but dead.

Do you believe in miracles?  I do.  Two years ago I started a pursuit to what was out there for me.  First it was photography.  That didn’t come easy and soon came to an end.  A few months later it was painting.  No, that wasn’t it either.  One day, after talking about it since my son died of complications from his chronic illnesses, I picked up my favorite lavender pen and began writing a book for him.  It wasn’t a continuous writing.  Rather, it was sporadic.  Last January as I was leaving my psychiatrist appointment, he stopped me to say that I should start a blog.  My first reaction was to tell him I would try.  Then once out of the office my mind said, ‘No way.’  After all I didn’t know a thing about blogging.

In October I started my first blog:  iamnotsickboy.com.  Since then my confidence has grown daily.  It is not just about writing about Alex’ life, but to help many children and their families.  I have had so much support here and from many charity organizations that I know that I am in the right place, doing the right thing.  I thank God for this miracle of blogging that allows me to write and use my medical knowledge to help change things about our broken medical system.  Yes, I do have confidence in me.

THERE IS HOPE

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Time Capsule.” When I was in high school we buried a time capsule near a large oak tree.  We put a newspaper, St. Christopher’s medal, 45 record, pictures of some girls in their uniforms, etc.  It was a fun project that we all participated in.  I think…

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Circle of Five.”

It is not difficult for me to think of five people that I would want to surround myself with. It may seem an automatic reaction to say that my children would be two of my circle.  But it really isn’t for everybody.  Some people would not choose their adult children to spend their time with.  My son Max is my first child whom I adopted as a two month old infant.  We have always had a strong relationship and it hasn’t changed.  He is forty-two now, a successful man, married and a kind and generous human being who brings me into his Hollywood life with  ‘beautiful people,’ crazy pretty cars, and a classy wardrobe.  He never allows his busy life to keep us from getting together.

My daughter is my smart and funny girl in Oregon.  I try to be with her as much as I can.  I am going to Portland for the Word Press conference,  so we will be together for a week.  We love to shop, go to the movies, get our hair done, cook and go for coffee.  She makes me feel young and we laugh all the time.

The one person that would never be left off of my list is my sister.  We have always been there for each other.  The night that my husband died, she flew down to be with me.  Would you believe that I asked her come down and live with me?  And she said, “Yes.”  She left after the funeral to go home, sell her condo, pack up and come back to be with me.  Who would do that?  I am so blessed that I have her in my life.

My mother-in-law has always lived with my husband and me.  My life would never be the same without her.  Before I was married there wasn’t anyone that could be defined as parents.  She was my first mother.  She taught me how to make a real family, love my children and be a wife for my husband.  We love each other.

The last in my circle are my birds.  I know, it was supposed to be people.  But I have four of the cutest birds.  My canary is Twinkie, my parrotlet is Cee-Cee, my parakeet is Tizzy, and my yellow-sided conure is Chica.  They keep me busy and laughing.  I would not want to be without them.

All of the above are my life, my heart.

WALL TO WALL ME

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.” It was only a few years ago that every wall was covered with pictures, posters, paintings and collages of my husband and youngest son.  I was in the midst of grieving for two of the most treasured people in my life.  My surviving daughter…

WHAT TIME IS IT?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.” I am not in the habit of having a notebook at the ready on my night stand every night.  There was a time that I tried that, but with little results.  But, if I were to think back today about what I first thought while…

TIME WITH GRANDPA

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.” Sometimes it is difficult to think of how to answer our daily prompts.  But, this one came to my mind instantly like a flash.  It stimulated my mind, sense of smell, and soft, tender spot in my heart.  As a little girl, amidst the craziness…

PROUD MOM

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Proud.” I try to say it as much as possible when it is deserved.  My children are grown, but they still want to hear that their mother is proud of them.  Just yesterday I had an opportunity to do that.  My daughter, Crystal, called me after taking…

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