Now at this early hour have to rethink my thoughts. I just lost all of half the blog. So start over. Reading Love and Honor by Alexandra La Pierre and enjoying this intense book. Reading it little by little to catch every lasting moment. Also read Perdition the first saga which deals with Hell. The next saga which is being written now deals with Heaven. A person can go on any corner in the US and buy illegal drugs. Very easy to get and it is free at first. It surely isn’t the case with legal drugs. Any patient who needs prescription drugs in order to live finds it most difficult to obtain these. In most cases the manufacturer says that they have run out of the drug. What kind of nonsense is that? My son Andre takes prescribed drugs and he was just mentioning that the manufacturer will discontinue this drug in the future. What will patients do then? The drug will be much more expensive than it is now. Better stop for now. So I won’t loose this one.
Although it is close to ten this evening it is an usual time to blog. However it is when the moment comes upon and so this is it. My love for reading is endless. I find this to be a wonderful positive way to relax. However I just don’t read anything just for the sake of it! This has to be very unique. The ignorance of some people just amazes me; in the fact that their realm of things are so narrow minded as I call it tunnel vision. Just because these people who are at book stores they seem that they have the authority to judge. Knowing that it is always supply and demand which in fact it is: these individuals don’t have to be so high and mighty. Granted this place is in the Midwest and there headquarters are in the Southwest. Why do people have to be so indigenous? Now speaking of ” The Church That Forgot Christ” Here is a perfect example. Emailed and called two Roman Catholic churches for some financial help and was turned down and was referred to St Vincent De Paul Society in the prescription office. This place just had a limited amount of medicines and not all especially those prescribed by my son’s kidney doctor. Spent nearly all day trying my level best to get money for my son’s medicine. At one point the excuse was that I was in the wrong zip code. Can you imagine such a ridiculous answer? So to these two churches I ask where was Christ is? If someone needs financial help and the person asks genuinely then why do these people treat them with such a demeaning nature? My son’s right kidney has depleted and his other kidney is at 15% up from 12%. He has to take kidney flushes which are unlimited which means that the doctor doesn’t have to prescribed them each time. He just goes to the pharmacy and obtains them. Speaking of reading why are these authors on facebook? I just deleted some of my likes on this site. Don’t think it is necessary to reveal your life story on any social media site. There should be a more than a privacy angle to this. Just because a person unlikes something doesn’t mean anything. Then you don’t have to see all the hype about it.
At this early hour this blog will most probably be all over the page: needless to say because of lack of sleep, and a monument of worry. However let’s just see how it goes. I am curious myself. This title seems appropriate, “The Church That Forgot Christ” is one of many excellent Jimmy Breslin books. Had to sell a selection of books, all many favorites authors of mine. Instead of literally naming the authors, let just mention the outcome. Each time of my selling venue, the place was completely clueless as the these authors. Wanted and in fact sold some and donated. some others. This was to the discretion of theirs and not mine. So when in fact it came to the Breslin collections. I took them back and gave them to my best friend in this entire world. Doing this whole event was fine with me for the simple reason the money was to go toward necessary medicine for my son Andre. At this point during this illness he is required to consume. anti nausea medicine in order to eat: enduring blood tests, kidney flushes. His kidneys aren’t good at all. One nearly not even registering, the other has dropped to 5%. Andre isn’t able to have dialysis due to the fact that he has secondary amyloid and a low immune system. So he is on the list for a transplant which is yet schedule to occur. In order to get these medicines I have been pleading with my brother or my 2 sisters which to list point is not any use. There is suppose to be an inheritance of a certain amount allotted to each sibling which were 5. My brother who is executor of the will of Bert and Violet. He was made that only because he was the only son. My brother left my sister out of the will due to an argument or dispute over money. This was a total fabrication of the truth. My dear sister Christine died in 2002. That left her sweetest daughters, Christal and Liz with nothing. The will is still in fact pending and has been in this state for 14 years. No lawyer has been consulted to anything. My brother has simply lied at each turn when inquired. Yesterday phoned his wife and told her that I was in need of money and that my brother should do what’s right if he has a conscience. Each time I mention anything about this situation it is ignored or argued about and nothing is solved. I have personally erased myself of the whole thing for now, but not entirely. I am totally sick of playing games with him and for that matter most if not nearly all of the Davis side. They act so high and mighty and sick of them. Never have graveled to anyone and will never start. This particular person has pride in a dignified way. Will stand up to those that matter and defend the human beings who and are forever will be close to me. Must say that the Jecko side are in my view a genuine family who really cares and are there for each other through thick and thin. Even though I don’t belong to a Catholic parish, just for the reason it boils down to how much a person gives in the collection each Sunday. I still consider myself a Roman Catholic. This new pope, Pope Francis is doing wonders and making a real difference in the church. Moreover, I pray to God and His Blessed Mother, Mary each night and sometimes when I need solace.
The first day of a brand new month, with many more adventures in which to look forward. A pleasant interlude with my son, Andre was nice partly so I may collect my thoughts. This segment will deal with my mother’s side of her family making it of course mine also. As I have said before, I was and still am closer to that side than my side. They have a sense of real family feelings, of genuine caring for each other in good times and especially when times are difficult. It seems they just come together in a natural way. They are all different with characteristics of their own however it seems that the rest of the family doesn’t mind as to their being individuals. The entire family seem to recall each birthdays, holidays with celebrations collectively or in a small way just to simply recognize it and not ignore it entirely. That side has many faiths within it as they seem not to judge or look down on anyone. For instant, my dearest cousin Tim was married three times and all the wives have been friends for years regardless. That is remarkable. To me they are wonderful special ladies because they were connected to Tim. My sweetest in the world cousin, Mike is compelling in his own right. He has a knack to make anyone feel comfortable and he is such a joy to be in his presence. He has Alzheimer’s and has had it for a short time. Oh have to say that the word Alzheimer’s was difficult to spell thought it had a t in it and my son, came to the rescue and look on his ipad and spelled it correctly for me as I was beginning to freak out. He said” Calm down” and so I did. Have to say I would love to meet Weesie again especially. She is such a caring person. Was instant messaging her about Tim and relatives. She said” You could find out anything about your family by simply going to any church records. Never knew that. Good information. Another person I would love to meet is Scott who is Mike’s son who lives in Tallahassee. Again have instant messaged him and he and I have had great encouraging conversations. Another person I would like to meet is Sara, Tim’s daughter and Maggie her mother. Both live in the New York City area. It would be good sometime to have uplifting chats in person with them too. A closing thought have had a friend request to Brittany, one of Mike’s daughters for a long time. Wish she would respond so she and I could instant message one another like before. Really miss doing that. So it could happen this month, speaking of adventures.
Weather warming now, summertime conditions: been listening to the 90’s music. So meaningful, melodic, timeless. Yes it did happen again was in the middle of a thought the screen turned blue and it was erased. So here is a second time collecting thoughts. Why it happens, not a clue however it does. Been reading the same book and nearly finished.
Also been in the midst of cleaning my apartment at a ravish pace. Was very fortunate to receive a vacuum cleaner a better one so I can alternate with the one I already have and this one does detail cleaning. Got it from my close best friend. This same friend and I took my son to the hospital on Saturday at 10am. Came home for a short time and found four miss calls, so figured Andre had phoned. Spoke to him briefly. Said he was weak. Said his stomach hurt.
Also mentioned that the doctor was worried that he could have kidney failure because of dehydration. He is receiving great care, being fed intravenously. He had lost twenty pounds; couldn’t keep anything down for two weeks.
Fortunately he now has Badgercare a type of health insurance for Wisconsin residents. He has been in this state for the required time. Just recalling that he would take the bus back and forth to work. Never asked for rides. Only took one when asked however as a rule generally not. Is very self reliance, a very giving person among his many attributes. He never has had health insurance when he was working but now that he isn’t; he has it. Go figure. The crazy system comes into play again. My landline died and now am dealing with a cordless. At least there aren’t mounds and mounds of wires. It is nearly five in the morning, will have a hearty breakfast continuing to keep my strength up then get some well deserved sleep. Oh have to say, it happened again turned blue but I saved it by touching the mouse instead of the space bar. Thought emerged now reviled.
Another new day yet another story in the realm of society. Eating pistachios which are my third favorite. Had two bags of them and actually finished each and every morsel with persistence. Meaning had to break or crack the not so hard shell, while breaking a nail in the process. Regardless love pistachio ice cream for that matter, don’t have to deal with the nut! My second son’s illness is the same however he is fighting it. Have been seeing a good deal of surprisingly great movies which is a good release to get my mind into cheerful matters. And of course my book is wonderful. This is the last day of this month and a very short blog along with it. So next month should be better for my son! Worth mentioning again : where there’s life there’s hope and health is wealth.
The hot humid days of summer are more than likely better or worse, depending on the way those view it. Been reading a tender wonderful book by Dominque La Pierre ” Once Upon A Time In The Soviet Union” and enjoying it tremendously. It is unusual that this is my first and only blog done this month. I have been very worried about my second son. He is very sick physically. His home was Seattle before moving here. He really loved Seattle and believe or not he called that place home. It is ironic because he was born in Cincy, Ohio. He spent nine years in Seattle and really knew the city and its environment. My thoughts are unraveled because of his health. I myself eat very little as a bird does. And if you knew a bird it eats very frequently. And I must add that when events are at a standstill that if there were tons of food then for that matter things just stay there. In other words events have to be calm then I am able to consume food. Excuse me this isn’t mainly about me alone however the events that happen to others who are close to me does affect me. Money all my entire life has been manageable because I am very good with it. I am very systematic and organized with it. I have to be. Speaking of that, I’ve had a saving acct and the bank has charged me fees if I go over a six time transactions. Each time the bank will charged a $12.00 fee each time. Think in my case it has been 12 transactions at the last count. I surely am not singled out. Everyone who does this is under the same rule. So again asked my brother and he has accepted my request. This time I will just use the checking acct and forget about the saving acct. Needless to say have only made transactions for only emergencies in the case of my son. Still presently my son is in bad shape however holding his own and fighting with all of his strength knowing he has a strong will to live and get through this illness. Have had a prayer network of certain family members and close friends to act in his behalf. For the first time since he’s been ill he has asked for my laptop. That to me was most surprising: and was an encouraging sign. Where there is life, there is hope: and health is wealth.
Imagine if something happened and as a result the person vanished out of thin air. How utterly awful that would be. That happens on a daily basis unbeknownst to the world, other than hearing it via the newscast. Persons in times of war minor or major such as mias of pows. Persons who have be kidnapped too. While in this imagination, let’s figure of the countless families who must carry on daily with the endless worriers of those who they hold dear. Not knowing is far worse than knowing regardless of how painful it is. If a person were kidnapped that would be devastating as well. At least knowing about something then you have the power to deal with it and the outcome. Without knowing a person becomes powerless and helpless. Their minds wander far out of control with fret. With sweltering conditions during this summer, the days become unbearable at times, although with tornadoes, thunderstorms and showers occasionally seems that these events don’t last to make a real difference in the atmosphere. Just started another book” Tokyo Short Stories Sketches” by Pete Hamill. Last summer had some sinus condition and as a result the left eye was affected because of it. This summer the same thing occurred. However last year it occurred quite differently with worse results although it was rectified promptly. Phoned Dr. Shapiro and he was out of his office this week. So of course will continue to monitor it closely. By the way this is my forth time in doing this blog. Keep losing it, still not use to the cursor. Although each time I’ve started this over it gets better and more in sync.
Just finished “Subway Series Reader” Edited and an introduction by Pete Hamill. The collection of writers are both informative, conservative, liberal, with all points of view all about the subject of baseball. Really enjoyed it. If things come easy to somebody others think those events are expected and are disappointed when expectations don’t meet the desired goal. It should be the same way if a person has to struggle with the same events. Only the difference is that those who have events that become harder for them put pressure on themselves in order to succeed. So therefore that person doesn’t need outside pressure from others. And those people become disappointed in themselves as well. As a parent, the love of two sons are everlasting and boundless. When they become adults and go their separate ways: it is hard on the parent and of course that is natural. In my case, one is in a Jordan who is Ian and family, and Andre who was in Seattle for a total of nine years. Now Andre is in Madison. You had to get to know him all over again as he was away for a length of time. There are things that are quite overwhelming and you just have to listen and be there for him. That is the natural way of being a mother. Sometimes there is frustration on his part and mine as well. Although there is a different type of it. A reflection is there. There is also a basic goodness too. I feel in my heart all will be right in the end. Good things come to those who wait and deservingly so. It boils down to understanding.
Am reading again. First of many books namely” Grand Central: How the train station transformed America. The forward is happily by Pete Hamill. Always loved his style of writing however the book is by Sam Roberts. It is historical technological as well. Some has moments of joy. This is first of five books. Got a vhs movie Nothing In Common, a NY Mets hat along with a Montreal Canadiens hat. These were a combination of Mothers Day and Birthday gifts. So pleased with them. Got them from my son, Ian. Everyone is a product of their own making. Growing up was no picnic. Both my parents weren’t perfect however they were no angels either. They both had selfishness personified. Recalling that I never had a birthday party, There is a difference between being alone and having a sense of isolation. Never joined any outside activities at all. Brownies, Girl Scouts, was out of the question. That was the same way with Camp Fire Girls as well. All it seemed was school, homework. Never had a two wheel bike much less learn how to ride. A recollection of having a large tricycle and going down a ramp and crashing it. Although later on taught myself how to ride a bike, I guess. Taught myself how to swim too. So enjoyed the water. My aunt and uncle were wonderful, caring, genuine. Had such camaraderie within their family There were and are simply splendiferous to me and that is how I have always will feel about that family to this day.