Category: My Story

FTD not just bouquets

Today was a black day. I didn’t want to harvest on my FB farm, or cook in my virtual cafe. I didn’t do the exercises I desperately need to maintain my “buns o’steel”, and learn to walk better. Living with this disease is a quiet thing. I have days, like today, where I can’t move …

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November 11, 2009 – ‘Reveille’ Nouveau

There was something beyond words, when I eavesdropped on the reuiniting of husband and wife at Heartland Healthcare. Choked me up, and made me see myself in years to come. He called on his 2-way radio, he hollered for help for his comrades. He low crawled into enemy lines, leaving a trail of blood with each exertion. He repeated it over and over and over. And then, on no particular day, he was back and he would smile at me.

4:00 a.m. and the restlessness sets in, indicated by stirring, scratching, stretching. By 4:30 the roosters are exercising their lungs, beginning their morning wake up ritual. “Hello?” replaces the ‘err a-err a-errr!!’. It starts quietly, one by one, by 5:00 they are in full voices. “Hello? Hello?? HELLO!!!” “Here.” “Here!!!” “HERE!!!!” As a neighbor, I …

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Journal: August 19, 2009 – Dancing Alone

I watched Gus (Gustapoo Oakley) beside himself as his only neighbor dog, OZ, went whistling by our window, unhindered by a confarndit leash, with another dog. It took me hours to help him calm down. Gus and I are a lot alike. Any visit, via the yard, the mail, email or cell is a gift …

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Journal: August 15, 2009 – Foggy

Felt a little ‘foggy’ today. A friend had stopped by, and it was an effort to focus on him. I said “I’m sorry but I am seeing you from a distance. Can barely hear you.” Two hours later I was in the middle of something called “Distonia” facial and body spasms, not unlike a seisure …

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After the Farmers Market

Wednesday, August 12, 2009: I am tired beyond belief, and basically my Grands took care of it all. They made the bouquets, they toted and fetched and put up my ‘booth’. It was warm and they said “Mim, just stay home for awhile.” Then my son, Nick, showed up with his girlfriend, Jessica. And we …

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