Life is too short and this too shall pass.
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Publicado en:18 Noviembre 2008 7:45 pm
Última actualización en:3 Mayo 2009 6:28 pm 1116 vistas
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Life sometimes reminds you just how fleeting it is. I recently have had some unusual circumstances that have turned my life inside out. I am Certified Nursing Assistant and Certified Home Health Aide.
This year has been the typical weird life story of mine: I change jobs by circumstance every two years without fail. Maybe I even set myself up for it, I don't know. Anyway, I had been working for an agency that does non-medical home care. I have had different people to care for in the two years I worked for them. They also gave me two regulars that I stuck with for that long. One I got to know very well. The gentleman is in his seventies, very intelligent, pretty active in spite of some physical handicaps. I used to go and visit him at his home after work in the evenings. He lived alone and liked the company. Being alone myself, we shared the movies on t.v., dinner, etc. Then, I would leave and go do what I usually do for myself. The agency terminated me (rightfully so) for spending time at his home after hours. I was their employee and he was their client; they weren't being paid for me being there. Conflict of interest. I tell you this, because sometimes these don't alway go in the employer's favor. I accepted that I was terminated and Unemployment Insurance ruled in my favor and gave me U.I. money anyway. I went to work in a hospital for a couple of months doing the twelve hour shift thing. I hadn't that in a lot of years. I did pretty well with God's help. Anyway, the family of this man I had cared for, for two years contacts me about caring for him full time as a live-in. I really don't like live-in jobs. I knew him very well and he was having some serious problems when I left. He called to say he missed my company, he was falling more and couldn't get up, and the agency was sending people who couldn't do that job or didn't care. The family fired the agency, called me back and unknowns to me....it turns out he has inoperable lung cancer and may not live past 2 - 6 months. Now, all the things he wanted to do with me, like a trip up the coast, go to a museum, etc. he has no strength to do them. I am going to have to stand by and care for this precious soul until he takes his last breath.
As a Christian I have mixed emotions, as a human being I have more mixed emotions, and as his friend I sit and cry once in a while knowing he will be gone. Have I testified about my faith to him?--you bet! Have I lived it in front of him?--He will testify that I have and he has seen a difference in my life. When I was caught with tears in my eyes one day recently at the very thought of him suffering from cancer--it was him who said, "This shall pass." I wasn't allowed to say, "You're right, one day you will pass and I will have to watch you die." He is of the Jewish background and I don't have too many deep discussions with him anymore. His brother is a Christian and thinks now is the time to tell him about Jesus on his death bed. His brother is a medical doctor and still practicing medicine part time at the age of 80. I believe we should give God our best strength, not our last strength, but I won't be the one to discourage his older brother.
Walking away from this situation won't be easy in the end. The family is very close. My friend has two grown and very loving children. They are here every chance they can get. They call practically every day and talk to their Dad. I'll continue to do everything I can to make him comfortable and put "Jesus in Shoe Leather." This too shall pass. I will be back out in survival mode when this is over. If I could pass along a familiar thought: "Our one life will pass, only what is done for Christ will last." You didn't come into this world with much, and you will leave with only the memories of the people you touched and the people who touched you. Make the world a better place, share your heart in all the right places while you still have the strength. To the procrastinators in our world: "Tomorrow is always today, because the clock plays a trick on you everyday!" I offer my Helping Hands with a pure heart.
I wanted to add to this blog the finish line came for my friend. On December 15th at 11:00 a.m. He passed away from lung Cancer. I had talked to him at length about what was going to be a difficult passing (crossing to the other side). He accepted that and on Friday, December 12th, he made humorous remark to his daughter: "I am ready to go, but they keep moving the finishing line!" We all chuckled. Saturday was the worst, Sunday he was exhausted from lack of sleep, and just trying to breathe. I changed the Morfene patches and gave him an over the counter sleeping pill per the doctor and then he fell alseep. He started to rest and by Monday he was gone. He got his wish to go peacefully. He is with his wife and dear friends. The rest of have been blest because he cared about those around him. He will be missed by many.
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Younger Men Older Women
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Publicado en:31 Octubre 2008 1:01 pm
Última actualización en:11 Julio 2010 8:24 pm 1529 vistas
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It has been strange lately. I know I don't look my age. I don't whether to rejoice or be perturbed. The fellows in their forties have been beating my door down. Then they want to give their heart away. Apparently, my well written profile is the culprit. I describe who I am well and what I am looking for. The men are mentally drooling! I don't know what to say, except that I am flattered that I still can get some attention from adoring fans.
This of course is not my reason for writing so well. It is obviously to get definitive results. It is hilarious to me that most men completely ignore the basic requirements listed and go barreling down the path to try to meet me. I set an age parameter, cultural/race preference, and other basic preferences that are completely ignored. I roll with all of this knowing the ball may drop at any moment. Men my own age are more concerned about things I don't care about, and the younger ones have captured a romantic tone that sends me sailing into a state mindless intrigue. I only wish I was twenty years younger and all this was going on. Then, the men I had twenty years ago were a pain in the posterior. I didn't date in high school and trying to date at an age when I should be a Grandmother is strange. I guess come what may, I am happy old maid, that will never look forward to a rocking chair (because I am always too busy), I never married so there are no children to look forward to, if a younger man wants to whisk me off my feet, I just may let him try; but, I will be sure that he understands what he is getting into. I'll probably have to be "his mama today!" Forget acting my age! http://bigchurch.com
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