Clean Up the World
A three day campaign starting on Friday.
Climate Strikes are happening throughout the world. https://globalclimatestrike.net/
Listening is one component of Respect.
Don’t just use your ears to hear the sounds around you.
Use your heart to feel the what others feel,
Use your arms to embrace and comfort them,
Use your body to dance to the music,
Use your fingers to write the stories,
Use your voice to pray, sing and say I love you.
This shouldn’t be reserved for just one day.
Respect is something we should be doing everyday.
If you don’t have an appointment be certain to make one for your loved one.
Tomorrow we return to the heart specialist to see if my husband’s blood clots have dissolved and if we can travel this winter. It’s been a tough summer. My husband was having problems breathing. It was getting so bad he couldn’t even walk up 3 steps without having to stop and catch his breath. We went to the local hospital’s emergency room. They immediately did an EKG to ensure his heart wasn’t having problems. They did a chest x-ray, concluded that he was retaining fluid and sent us home with a prescription for a diuretic. The symptoms didn’t get better so he went to his family doctor. His family doctor sent him immediately to the heart specialist (within the hour). One test that wasn’t done at the emergency room was for blood clots. The heart specialist arranged for tests at University Hospital (within the day). The tests were done with radiation gas and a series of pictures around his chest. The pictures showed that his lungs were covered with white sparkling areas that showed he had numerous clots.
Shortage of breath is a classic symptom of blood clots, yet it was missed and according to an article we later read in the Toronto Star it is often missed. Apparently more people die of blood clots than any other disorder.
September 14, 2019
Wonderful free event to see local Strathroy and Area Artists. The location was changed from Art in the Park to inside the Greenhouses at Zimmermann’s Garden Centre. What a smart idea, using the greenhouse tables for art displays.
Below are just a few of the artists and displays I saw:
Infamous bike ride to Port Dover Ontario on Friday the 13th, usually attended by about 200,000 bikers. My son will be attending today with my motorcycle and his wife. Safe journey for all attending.
Also a full moon. The Harvest Full Moon.
Watch out for witches, black cats, pumpkins and evil doers. 🙂
Also my oldest grandson’s 8th birthday. Of course his favorite past time is playing video games or watching YouTube videos of others playing video games. I’m certain part of his day will include sitting in front of a screen.
One of his battles is epilepsy, absent seizures, (he calls them glitches) that his teacher and peers thought were behaviour issues, lack of attention, lack of comprehension, inability to control his bladder. Getting a diagnosis was a long, frustrating and difficult task, during which he lost grade 1. Once diagnosed, the treatment (a daily dose of foul tasting medication) has lead to no seizures in 15 months. The type of epilepsy he deals with he will probably outgrow, but the stigma of the seizures label a child. Luckily his grade 1 teacher got transferred and the grade 2 teacher only met a wonderful attentive brilliant child.
He is a wonderful happy child who gets along well with others. His parents are loving and kind, always looking out for his best interests. He is blessed to still have 2 sets of grandparents to love him and watch over him. As you can tell he has stolen my heart.
There are some events that occur during your lifetime that you never forget where you were when you first heard about them. The tragedy of 9/11 and the twin towers is one of those days and times for me. I was pumping gas on my way to visit my son for his 18th birthday when the news came over the radio. The images that later flooded the TV screens burned into our memories forever. My heart goes out to my American friends and relatives on this 9/11 Remembrance Day.
The best analogy about suicide that I remember is that committing suicide is like walking out of a bad movie. Once you’ve left you’ll never know if it will get better.