The modern world. The world is moving so fast, people never appreciate its beauty. I remember when my late father's bosses offered to have a car phone fitted; his reply was "No thank you, when I leave work, I leave my work behind me." I watch as people of all ages pass by, hardly looking at where they go, or who they might bump into, and I think "Thank you Lord, for not making me a part of their world." I have a cell phone, but it's really only for emergencies. I tried to count how many of my on line contacts, I would miss when I go off line. Out of all the contacts on Twitter, Facebook, and my blog, I could count them on one hand. I wonder how many would miss me?
Reflections. This photo was taken this week by my daughter -- Felicity -- we had just been to see my mother in the care home. At the time of this photo I was thinking of two things, how beautiful the sky was with the rays shining through the darkening clouds, and about the number of school friends who died within the last three years.
Health. You can see I need a surgical boot for my left ankle -- the tendon tore three years ago -- and within the next three months I will probably be having an operation on the other ankle to give me some strength. The op is just a bandage to stem a ruptured artery, the tendon will snap, the surgeons are biding time. My health is getting worse by the day. I should have gone to see my mother today, as she fell during the night, but I can hardly walk after going out twice this week.
The last quarter. From October of last year, until the turn of the year, I had a serious of health scares. The biggest shock was hearing I may have Farby's Disease. This is a male only disease, in which the cholesterol builds up in the arteries to the point the blood stops flowing, It is a 98% killer for men, and none with the illness live past 58 years, and about four months. I got the news weeks after passing my 57th birthday. On hearing the news, my thoughts were no about me, but my grandson Jacob. I was saddened to think he may never have the chance to know his grandfather. I lost my grandmother when I was about his age -3 - and it wasn't until last year that I found a photo of her face.
Christmas to New Year last year was traumatic for me. During that short space of time I almost died three times. I have a heart problem which has left me with one lung weaker than the other, and years ago I suffered from Pleurisy, which has continually left me short of breath; even though the illness happened over 25 years ago. The first night I was taken short, and couldn't breath; two nights later, I had a late snack, and almost choked on a piece of ham which had jammed in my throat. It took about half an hour to dislodge the ham; the final incident happened because of the two prior events. I was so tired after three sleepless nights, I went into a dead sleep, and I was only saved by realising I had stopped breathing in my dream.
I sent my friend, and editor, Julia a short story about the event, her reaction was "Please, change the name of the character, your friends might think you've died." I was impressed by the fact had written so convincingly, but that has always been my strong suit,reality.