by irene bean
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SOME OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS I'VE POSTED
2008
A Solid Foundation
Cheers
Sold!
Not Trying to be Corny
2007
This Little Light of Mine
We Were Once Young
Veni, Vedi, Vinca
U Tube Has a New Star
Packing a 3-Iron
Getting Personal
Welcome Again
Well... Come on in
Christmas Shopping
There's no Substitute
2006
Dressed for Success
Cancun Can-Can
Holy Guacamole
Life can be Crazy
The New Dog
Hurricane Reenie
He Delivers
No Spilt Milk
Naked Fingers
Blind
Have Ya Heard the One About?
The Great Caper
Push
Barney's P***S
My New Security System
Breathe in, Breathe out
I have several wandering updates with good & bad news, but nothing could possibly outweigh the good news, so I'll start with it.
Yesterday I had my evaluation at The Dayani Center, which is associated with Vanderbilt Medical. It's 5 blocks from my place in Nashville, Hillsboro House. Remember that scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy skips into the village with little people? They're a mountain of happy, and full of high-pitched songs, and arms and feet reeling. I now know how Dorothy must've felt because that's how I was greeted as I entered The Dayani Center. They might take exception to this description, but my observations are noted with the highest regard and gratitude. 5x each week I'll travel 5 blocks to enter this fabulous facility. This.Is.Why.I.Am.Here! This so surpasses my expectations.
(Just stepped away from my laptop to fish a ladybug from my coffee. Unseasonably warm weather has broken the chain of expected winter events, which I guess now include floundering ladybugs?)
At The Dayani, I was evaluated - and guess what! I'm back down to 2L02. The day after Christmas I'd done so poorly with my pulmonary tests. I was able to intellectualize the setback as a result of a dreadful flu/cold, but nagging, discouraging thoughts nipped at me.
And now for another God Story (as I like to call them). BTW, a few months back a friend said, "coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous." I like that. I think it's brilliant. Thanks, Bobby.
Anyway, during the evaluation, I spoke about my determined belief in finding gratitude in all things. That if one looks deep and hard enough, gratitude is available. It was then I was told that because my last pulmonary tests had shown a decline in oxygen saturation, Medicare extended the number of rehab visits as well as the coverage. (I believe that's what I was told. No matter - the point is that something good came from the poor test results. Isn't that amazing!)
Three times each week I'll work with pulmonary rehab. One day each week I'll attend a breathing class. The other days I'll simply use the gym. This is all so pleasing and very exciting for me.
It has taken a terminal diagnosis to give me purpose and people in life. The past 7 years I've had neither and my isolation has been dreadful. (I don't mean to discount the fine and beautiful friends I have on the mountain.) Loneliness was becoming a terminal illness.
Life is strange - death is strange. We all will experience both. We all have taken that first breath. We all will take that last breath.
I'm very happy.
Yesterday I had my evaluation at The Dayani Center, which is associated with Vanderbilt Medical. It's 5 blocks from my place in Nashville, Hillsboro House. Remember that scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy skips into the village with little people? They're a mountain of happy, and full of high-pitched songs, and arms and feet reeling. I now know how Dorothy must've felt because that's how I was greeted as I entered The Dayani Center. They might take exception to this description, but my observations are noted with the highest regard and gratitude. 5x each week I'll travel 5 blocks to enter this fabulous facility. This.Is.Why.I.Am.Here! This so surpasses my expectations.
(Just stepped away from my laptop to fish a ladybug from my coffee. Unseasonably warm weather has broken the chain of expected winter events, which I guess now include floundering ladybugs?)
At The Dayani, I was evaluated - and guess what! I'm back down to 2L02. The day after Christmas I'd done so poorly with my pulmonary tests. I was able to intellectualize the setback as a result of a dreadful flu/cold, but nagging, discouraging thoughts nipped at me.
And now for another God Story (as I like to call them). BTW, a few months back a friend said, "coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous." I like that. I think it's brilliant. Thanks, Bobby.
Anyway, during the evaluation, I spoke about my determined belief in finding gratitude in all things. That if one looks deep and hard enough, gratitude is available. It was then I was told that because my last pulmonary tests had shown a decline in oxygen saturation, Medicare extended the number of rehab visits as well as the coverage. (I believe that's what I was told. No matter - the point is that something good came from the poor test results. Isn't that amazing!)
Three times each week I'll work with pulmonary rehab. One day each week I'll attend a breathing class. The other days I'll simply use the gym. This is all so pleasing and very exciting for me.
It has taken a terminal diagnosis to give me purpose and people in life. The past 7 years I've had neither and my isolation has been dreadful. (I don't mean to discount the fine and beautiful friends I have on the mountain.) Loneliness was becoming a terminal illness.
Life is strange - death is strange. We all will experience both. We all have taken that first breath. We all will take that last breath.
I'm very happy.
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