We get so caught up with life that we are often wishing it away.    How many times do we say “I can’t wait”.

 I get a  can’t wait til I’m done with school, I can’t wait til I can vote, drink, live on my own, marry, start a family.   When we attain those we then can’t wait for our children to sleep thru the night, are potty trained, start school, finish school, move out.

Why do we have this rush thru life, what drives us to get to the next step.

‘We can learn a lot from young children who live for each moment.  As I reflect on the eve of my oldest son’s birthday, I remember a nice summer day, he was nine or ten, he filled his water gun, took his jar of bubbles and sat under a birch tree, sending an arc of bubbles in the air and practiced his aim with his water gun.  I remember thinking what fun he’s having, no worries, just living in the moment.  

Life cannot always be this simple, but we should try our hardest to enjoy our happy moments and store them away in our minds to revisit when we rushed through all the times we didn’t have that luxury.

Son, I wish you a very happy birthday, and remember your moment under the birch tree when nothing else mattered but seeing how well your aim was.




As I was preparing for some elective surgery few years ago, my granddaughter prepared a notebook for me titled ” Fifty Life Questions”.  During my recovery time, I answered most of the questions, but I still have some to go.  Writing my responses to her questions really helped me focus on the changes through the years.  I will share these questions and responses from time to time on this site.

QUESTION :  What is my favorite book/movie and why?  

I have read several books that I really loved: “Brave New World” and “To Kill A Mocking Bird” are among my favorites, but my most favorite is “Gone With The Wind”.  This is also my favorite movie.

I loved it from the first line.  The history of the old south, the hardships of the Civil War, the story of survival and perseverance.  Scarlett O’Hara is a strong character throughout the book, and the author had a unique way of putting you right in the story.   I cried at the end and felt drained, but, after all, “tomorrow is another day”.




When a person gets a cut the wholeness of the skin is broken.  It doesn’t matter whether it is small or large, shallow or deep, your body’s defense has been broken.    That is why it is important to clean any wound thoroughly to prevent infection.                                                                                                                                      

Bleeding takes place, sometimes in copious amounts and other times a small smattering of blood, depending on the depth or severity of the cut.  If the cut is deep there is no immediate pain as nerve endings are severed also, the pain comes later when nerves not severed get the message to your brain.

If the edges of the wound are brought together and sutured or glued, there will still be a scar, but one barely visible and in time may be forgotten.  If, however, the wound is left open, a mesh work of blood and cells fill in the space and a scab begins to cover the wound.  This scab protects and the cut begins healing from the inside out.  The scab becomes hard and begins to shrink as healing takes place.

A scab is rarely left alone, however, and one starts picking at the edges and perhaps removes the whole scab.  Then bleeding starts over and the process of scab formation starts again.  When the healing is complete the scab will fall off, a white patch is in place of where the skin was, always a reminder of the past injury.

Emotional scars have the same anatomy.  A small or well approximated injury will leave a scar, but in time may be forgotten.  Wounds left open need time to fill in and protect.  Like a physical scab, it is often not left alone, opening up to rawness and bleeding and in need of a new scab.

If it is a deep wound, there may be no immediate feeling, but a numbness that takes time to feel the pain.  And when healing is complete and the scab falls away, there is a scar, always a reminder of past injury.,



If I were to choose one person to represent the whole human race I would choose my mother.

Her hands, strong and capable, showed a lifetime of working for her family and neighbors.

Her eyes, soft brown doe eyes, showed compassion and understanding. Happiness and sorrow.  Hope and love, not only for her family but for all who were a part of her life.

Her smile, friendly and encouraging encompassing everyone she knew and met.

Those are the attributes I would choose to represent the whole human race. 



My Blog is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’ll get until you “byte” into it.

How many of you found your dog or cat’s belly button?  How many of you even tried?

Did you know that each pup in a litter has it’s own placenta, unless they are identical, then they share one placenta,  

Visiting your doctor

Visiting your doctor can be intimidating, especially if you feel there is something wrong.  You may have procrastinated about seeing your doctor, (no news is good news, right).

Having been an R.N. for thirty nine years I have witnessed anxiety and denial, both of which can add to your symptoms of something wrong.

Remember no one knows your body as well as you do.  Your doctor will rely on what you tell him/her, plus lab values and other diagnostic tools.  This is why it is important to tell your doctor exactly what you are feeling.  Describing pain as sharp, dull, achy or throbbing, as well as giving it a number on a scale of one to ten with ten being the most severe pain is most helpful.

If you have not felt well for awhile, keep a log of diet and activities that may precipitate discomfort.  This log could be kept while waiting for your scheduled doctor appointment.

Anything that you know is “just not right” is worth mentioning to your doctor.  It may be “I get a little short of breath lately after going up stairs”, or “I’ve noticed I have a some pain in my stomach and it goes away when I lie down” are just a few examples.

Of course, any emergency should be dealt with immediately by calling 911 or going directly to the ER.  

Have a healthy life.




Today I celebrate my son’s fiftieth birthday.  Of course like any mother every detail of that day is remembered as if it happened yesterday.

Fifty years ago father’s  were not allowed in the delivery room or even in the labor room.  Fathers were left in waiting room, every once in awhile someone would report on progress made toward delivery.

Mothers were left to strangers to help them through labor and delivery and if it was a busy day you spent most of that time alone.  This was to be my second child so I knew what to expect.  There was no Lamaze training and no family to support me during the twelve hours before my son made his appearance.

Of course the sex of my child was unknown til he arrived.   My husband was told, by the doctor, it was a boy, 7 lb.12 oz. and 21 inches long.  It was only after we were cleaned up and left delivery room on our way to our room (4 to a room), that he was able to see his newborn son.

I was settled in my room with three other mothers and our children were separated from us, taken to the nursery.   Us mothers got our babies for feedings and there were no visitors allowed during that time, not even the fathers.  We were not allowed out of bed while we had our babies with us.

My hospital stay was three days, leaving on the fourth day after admission.  The nurse brought my son into the room and she is the one who dressed him to go home, he was placed in my arms (I was in wheelchair), for the ride home.

No baby car seats at that time.  He rode in my arms in front seat.

Today, Dads are involved from the very beginning, starting with Lamaze classes.  Ultra sounds will tell you sex of baby if you choose to know.  I personally like the surprise of what you will have.

Labor is still labor, however, having the father sharing this event is certainly the better way, as I know with the birth of my third son.

Today, Dads are not only are in delivery room but often assist and cut the umbilical cord.  Dads often are the first parent to hold the newborn.

Private rooms with baby, both parents get to share in meeting baby’s needs such as feeding and diaper changing . A whole lot of bonding which is a good thing.

Times have changed dramatically in fifty years.

Happy Birthday son.