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Your words seem all too true Seeler. I know someone who frequently says, very sarcastically- Ah yes, the Golden Years! When I am tempted to complain about my Golden Years aches and pains and difficulties, I think of the people who didn't have a lot of years being Prime. People get MS, or another of the almost endless list of diseases our bodies succumb to. Most of my family died in their mid sixties of the disease I have am still dealing with in my seventies. My nephew had a totally unexpected, fatal heart attack at fifty. A neighbour recently died of an incurable cancer. Seems the best we can do is enjoy the time we have to the best of our ability.
 
Thus golden Years go down in myth of historically opposing protocol ... on Deis of rest?

Know rest for the WiKi'd --- Denice? Das neighed ... horse of a different shade ...
Winnie in the fore St.

Code: don't whip a dead horst O'deaire ... it may raise a stink! Leave it lie ... lassie faire ... one hairy dog ...
 
KayTheCurler said:
Your words seem all too true Seeler. I know someone who frequently says, very sarcastically- Ah yes, the Golden Years! When I am tempted to complain about my Golden Years aches and pains and difficulties, I think of the people who didn't have a lot of years being Prime. People get MS, or another of the almost endless list of diseases our bodies succumb to. Most of my family died in their mid sixties of the disease I have am still dealing with in my seventies. My nephew had a totally unexpected, fatal heart attack at fifty. A neighbour recently died of an incurable cancer. Seems the best we can do is enjoy the time we have to the best of our ability.
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So true Kay. After suffering several years with kidney disease, my mother died at age 40, leaving three teenagers and a preteen (I was 14; my little sister 11 1/2). Never able to cope with her illness and death, my father died suddenly of a stroke at 56.
I should be (and I am) grateful to have lived into my late 70s and counting. I've seen my children grow into middle-age, my grand children into a teen and a young adult. I've played softball, cross country skied, bowled and square danced. I've travelled across Canada twice\ and some in the states. I've read books (and written two), and taken courses. I've worked with children, and with people down on their luck, I've been blessed with the opportunity to serve others, and been helped by many. I've been truly fortunate.
 
Some of us have even been fortunate to see the dark side of sol ... what humanity doesn't know about itself ... supporting that old adage ... "know thyself"! In the body of humanity grossly overlooked ... 3 monk ie rules?

The essence that lies between the isolation of Maan is ghostly vapour! Cloudy matter ... if not nebulous concerning what we know of much greater things ... unless as claims by empowered leaders that accept BS ... whir not there yet ... still spun out as a dream catcher ... not yet grasped ... ni Ger Osi Moe-ism? Tis a blood-male function ... poly MS Understood as subducted ... Lo'

As deficient in spirits? Dirty fallout ...
 
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I am always surprised when my 88 year old neighbours talk about all the friends and family they have lost over the years. But they still have eachother, a daughter and grandchildren. It’s the art of living to see what is ( still) there and not concentrate on what is missing. I do think that humans are born with a skill for resilience.
 
Count your blessings – remember the good times – be grateful.

For some time now each year when I get my house decorated for Christmas I hold what I call an "At Home". That is I let people know that I will be at home and would welcome them to drop in for a relaxing cup of tea or glass of wine and treats and enjoy my decorations – not that they're anything special, just that they're mine. It's very informal – I just invite people as I run into them at church, bowling, neighbours, etc.

Each year I realized that it may be my last at 'home'. Each fall I have people asking 'are you going to have your drop-in?'

This fall it was questionable, but when people started inquiring I realized I really wanted to do it. I didn't have to do all the cooking, I have a friend who wins prizes for her cookies and squares and sells them to friends for little more than the price of ingredients. Yes she would be glad to help me out. And I could have someone in to help clean the house.

So I made my gumdrop cake, my mincemeat tarts, my cherry balls, and 'nuts the bolts', and began spreading the word 'I'll be home Dec 10, please drop in.' Monday Seelerman and I had 30 people drop-in to our small house. Sitting or standing, chatting and laughing, having a glass of wine with cheese and crackers, or a cup of tea in a fancy cup and saucer – a good time was had by all.
Seelerman helped mainly with answering the door and looking after coats for people coming and going. Two good friends busied themselves with passing out plates of cookies or making tea – others gathered empty cups or glasses and brought them to the kitchen. Not everybody came once of course but most came during the afternoon between two and five. Then we had a short break, a bowl of homemade soup (I had made plenty in case someone dropped in on their way home from work, but this year we were alone for an hour and a half). In the evening we had three people drop in. We had a great relaxing quiet visit after the hubbub of the afternoon. All in all we had a wonderful time – and I hope to do it again next year.
I was stiff and sore the next day but it was worth it.

Remember the good times.
 
Seeler said:
Count your blessings – remember the good times – be grateful.

For some time now each year when I get my house decorated for Christmas I hold what I call an "At Home". That is I let people know that I will be at home and would welcome them to drop in for a relaxing cup of tea or glass of wine and treats and enjoy my decorations – not that they're anything special, just that they're mine. It's very informal – I just invite people as I run into them at church, bowling, neighbours, etc.

Each year I realized that it may be my last at 'home'. Each fall I have people asking 'are you going to have your drop-in?'

This fall it was questionable, but when people started inquiring I realized I really wanted to do it. I didn't have to do all the cooking, I have a friend who wins prizes for her cookies and squares and sells them to friends for little more than the price of ingredients. Yes she would be glad to help me out. And I could have someone in to help clean the house.

So I made my gumdrop cake, my mincemeat tarts, my cherry balls, and 'nuts the bolts', and began spreading the word 'I'll be home Dec 10, please drop in.' Monday Seelerman and I had 30 people drop-in to our small house. Sitting or standing, chatting and laughing, having a glass of wine with cheese and crackers, or a cup of tea in a fancy cup and saucer – a good time was had by all.
Seelerman helped mainly with answering the door and looking after coats for people coming and going. Two good friends busied themselves with passing out plates of cookies or making tea – others gathered empty cups or glasses and brought them to the kitchen. Not everybody came once of course but most came during the afternoon between two and five. Then we had a short break, a bowl of homemade soup (I had made plenty in case someone dropped in on their way home from work, but this year we were alone for an hour and a half). In the evening we had three people drop in. We had a great relaxing quiet visit after the hubbub of the afternoon. All in all we had a wonderful time – and I hope to do it again next year.
I was stiff and sore the next day but it was worth it.

Remember the good times.
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Imagine total recall .. and the potential that it all comes back in doing time !
 
Mrs.Anteater said:
I am always surprised when my 88 year old neighbours talk about all the friends and family they have lost over the years. But they still have eachother, a daughter and grandchildren. It’s the art of living to see what is ( still) there and not concentrate on what is missing. I do think that humans are born with a skill for resilience.
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On the personal level I thought I navigated much of this loss of family, friends, neighbours, old school friends etc. fairly well. The realisation that totally threw me into a tailspin for a while was - "There is no one left who knew me when I was a child".
 
The one I have found very hard to navigate is the death of my ex-husband. Although we'd been apart for many years, my memories with him were very unique - of childbirth and babies and early marriage.
 
Yesterday an elderly man fell just as he was entering the sanctuary by the front side door just before the service started. A loud thump and he was on the floor. He didn't appear to lose consciousness but he remained laying down on the advice of family and people from the congregation until the paramedics arrived. They took them out in a wheelchair. I hope he will be alright. t happens on his 95th birthday.

Recently I told you on another thread that my brother-in-law had fallen and broken his elbow. Did I also mention that my sister went out to help him also fell? She had a concussion and injured ankle. They are both in their 80s.

And last week Seelerman fell on the steps from the kitchen to the side door of the house – three steps to the landing which was covered with water from her recent hard rain. His feet went out from under him and he ended up sitting in the puddle after falling backwards against the steps. (If he had fallen sideways, he would have fallen down the basement stairs to the cement floor.)

He wasn't badly hurt, and wouldn't let me call 911 or our family doctor. But a few days later he admitted that his right shoulder, that sometimes gets in trouble with arthritis, was very sore. He still refused to ask for medical help. It has improved some but he still doesn't have full-motion and still feels pain.

It is frightening how quickly things can change. For us older people we have to realize that a fall could change your life forever. I am very afraid of falling and I try to be very careful. But now I am also afraid for Seelerman. He is older than me but has always been strong and in good health. He still looks after the house and yard and car and has recently taken on much of the housework and is becoming my caregiver.
How can we manage if something happened to him? Who would look after us then?

He is not the type to ask for help, and sometimes refuses help that is offered. I guess I will just continue to urge him to be careful and to try to maintain some independence myself and be extra careful. This winter I am using a cane with an ice pick.


Everyone please be careful!
 
Falls are dangerous.

I am afraid of falling and am cautious on stairs. Hitting ones head or a concussion is particularly bad.

Hope seelerman feels better
 
Pinga said:
Falls are dangerous.

I am afraid of falling and am cautious on stairs. Hitting ones head or a concussion is particularly bad.

Hope seelerman feels better
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It's even possible to get a concussion from falling hard enough on the butt.

I'm glad to hear that the man at the church wasn't picked up. My Grandma was picked up and sat on a bench until the paramedics arrived - bad idea with a broken hip.

Falls can be just as bad for young people too.
 
Sometimes the fall happens because of something else, like the hip or ankle breaking. Not saying that is what happened to your Grandma, Chemgal, but, i know others who a bone breaking has been the cause of a fall.

The church that I attend had an avoiding falls course in the fall, and now are having an osteoarthritis one.
 
Pinga said:
Sometimes the fall happens because of something else, like the hip or ankle breaking. Not saying that is what happened to your Grandma, Chemgal, but, i know others who a bone breaking has been the cause of a fall.

The church that I attend had an avoiding falls course in the fall, and now are having an osteoarthritis one.
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Yes, I was taught in health class that 'she fell and broke her hip' is often incorrect and it's often 'her hip broke so she fell'. In my grandma's case though it appeared the mats that are laid at the entrances was the actual cause of her fall. I think the specific type of break was a bit different than when the hip just breaks before the fall occurs.
 
BetteTheRed said:
Seeler, rub some of that salve I sent you on Seelerman's shoulder. It has some mild painkilling effects, especially if used regularly. I can certainly provide more.
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I got the original recipe from a massage therapist, who is also a good friend of mine. I've modified it a tiny bit, being a bit more into honey products than she.
 
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