Update on Renovation

The contractor came and made a list and measured so he could order all the handicap stuff, the shower, pedistal sink and handicap commode and measured the storm door to get ready for the ramp. He said it takes about a week for the handicap stuff to come in and that he should be starting the next week. All I can say is thank you Lord and thank you for the prayers.

It was hard to explain to someone who is not disabled or chronically ill why this hurt me so. It was treating disabled, chronically ill, and seniors as if they were not important. It was an attitude of making it where I could take a shower or helping another senior have a new porch and ramp because theirs was so rickety it was like it might fall in and other jobs for the disabled and chronically ill…were just not important. It diminished me and diminishes others like me and made me feel unworthy and I had to fight hard to not let it do that to me.

Those that are disabled and chronically ill can tell you that it is hard enough losing part of the control in your life and depending on others and not being able to do for yourself a lot of things. But, then to be treated like second class people is devastating. I have had people tell me in the past that we disabled and chronically ill should just get over losing control in our lives. And my experience has been that those are the very people that will have the hardest time when they get where they can not do because they think that is so easy to do. It is a pervasive attitude with some people concerning the disabled, chronically ill or seniors and it is sad that people do not take the time to try to understand.

And it showed me how much the prayers affected this situation when the man told my son that he was lucky because the job he was doing now…not a COG job for the disabled…just a regular construction job…when he told them that COG wanted him to start now and explained what the job was, the person the work was being done for told him to go ahead and take off and knock this job out at my house. It says to me that the power of prayer is very strong and it also says that the man the work is being done for has a heart and cares about disabled and chronically ill and seniors and is willing to let them be taken care of first. I know God will bless him for that too.

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2 Comments »

So glad that it is working out for you!

Comment by Naomi Baltuck | July 27, 2012 | Reply
im so glad they are going to take care of you. you deserve it and i am glad so any people lifted you up in prayer and continue to do so. you are in my prayers.

Comment by Kate Kresse | July 29, 2012 | Reply

About Me

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Those that know me know that this red sparkly headband is symbolic. When they see the headband on me, they know I am fighting hard physically. It is my symbolic Samson’s hair. It is getting my mojo on and geared up for robo mom to once more fight a battle. And the headband is on now and will be on for a long time. I live with my son who is my caretaker and I am so blessed.

Me with mojo on.

And when things are toughest, I will resort to my dreams to keep me going.

I am 63 and will soon be 64. Life has been a journey of health issues since I was 32 and got sprayed by a crop duster. I have warrior attitude. Being a warrior does not mean you always win. It means you never quit trying. Life is what you make it and I choose to make mine as happy as possible no matter where I am in life.

I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.

Meet Daisy..that we call Miss Daisy. Thanks to Jill, a very special friend who is also has a Rescue for pets called Three Sisters and a Brother in NC, Daisy was transported to us and what a delight she is. About ten pounds and full of energy and love and kisses.

My baby

Son and Daisy

My world from my hospital bed-it is filled with warmth and love from so many.

I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size 11 tap shoes.

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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.

Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.

Follow Your Dreams, The Siren Called Out To Me

As I closed my eyes and fell deep into lovely sleep.
The dream siren called me with a promise to keep

I closed my eyes and looked deep in my soul
I could feel the wind blowing…it was so very cold

My dreams I had carried through year after year
They will never come true was my biggest fear

Wandering up one lane and down another
Remembering my dream since I became a mother

Land, open land and a place to be free
A small house to live in with a big evergreen tree

We mounted the buckboard with all we owned inside
And started over the mountain on this crazy dream ride

We felt like pioneers racing to the finish line for land
And the whole time we knew -The Lord had our hand

So don’t be afraid to dream your dreams and try
Life is too short…open your wings up and fly

Dream I say and work the dream hard as you can
For it will be the best race that you ever ran.

We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Laverne saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.

I love to write and have written for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. My real name is Deb.

This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.

I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.