Space. The final frontier. I may not have been a huge fan of the television show Star Trek (although those teleporting beams were pretty cool) but I have always been a fan of space. The stars. I’ve watched just about every space movie ever filmed from 2001: A Space Odyssey “Open the pod bay doors…
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A friend emailed me a few days ago. With everything happening in the world right now, she was both mad and worried that I had to be in the middle of cancer treatments at the same time. She said that she couldn’t imagine anything worse than going through chemo and radiation while a deadly virus…
A year ago this week, I carefully reviewed my inaugural blog post for about the 500th time and finally launched it live. Over the next 52 weeks, I tried to stay on course with a post a week. I’ve loved both the content and the intent of the blog. I’ve shared everything from taking over…
There are a couple of reasons why I’m re-posting this piece I shared last August (with a couple of additions.) First, this week would have been the Masters Golf Tournament. My mother will be sad to miss the beauty of the course this year with its flowering pink dogwood and magnolia trees and its beautiful…
On the evening of Monday, March 16th, my 89-year-old mother Ginny’s Independent/Assisted living facility was placed on lockdown. No one in and no one out to limit the spread of COVID-19. Although there are several confirmed cases of the virus in the county, at this time, there are none inside the residence. I was not…
(This week’s post is part of my side series covering my cancer treatments.) On the third day after my third round of chemo, I pulled out my computer to attempt to write. (I’m a pretty determined girl.) And I sat there. I tried again the next day. Nothing. Granted, the chemo had successfully snuffed out…
My primary goal with writing this post is to get input from readers. We had an experience a few months ago with an Independent/Assisted Living home, and I would be interested if anyone can shed some light on whether our experience was unusual or not. I’m going to skip through some of our ongoing story…
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It has been more than three years since my mother moved into a seniors’ home. But time hasn’t made the memory of the eve of her move less heart-wrenching. THE NIGHT BEFORE (May 2016): ?Tomorrow we are moving my 89-year-old mother to a seniors’ residence.? She has been in transition,…
About two months have passed since our decision to move my 88-year-old mother Ginny into a senior living facility. The best news we received in that time was that she would not be forced to sign a year lease by September 1st after all. Working with the realty company, the condo owners agreed to no…
(This week is another post in my side series covering my cancer treatments. Aging parent stories will resume next week.) When I arrived for my first chemo treatment, my pulse was 121. It probably went higher as I waited for my doctor to review my lab results to confirm whether I could proceed. With my…
