Tag Archive: Heart disease

When You Lose Someone You Love

There are just some dates that stick with you forever—dates you never forget, such as the birth of your child, wedding anniversaries, the day Kennedy was shot, you know the type of days. The loss of a loved one usually leaves a date indelibly imprinted in your heart’s calendar, and every year when it rolls…

Happy Mother’s Day – From Here to Heaven Special Delivery

Here I go again, finding my emotional wellbeing taxed. Another Mother’s Day is upon us. I am a mother, and I had a mother. Rather prolific, huh? But, that’s past tense. I had a mother. She passed away three days after Mother’s Day in 1999. Life has just not been the same since then. I would think the only thing more…

TIME & OLD AGE – BOTH MOVE TOO QUICKLY

In a little more than a month I will turn 59 years of age. Actually, captured inside this 58-year-old body is a very young lively girl and I’m determined to let her out more often! There’s a lot to reflect upon, draw on and learn from. Getting old is not always pretty, and it definitely is not for sissies, but considering the alternative, I think it’s a pretty good option.

AFTER THE HEART ATTACK – 14 years later

In honor of all those taken by heart disease, including my Mama, both grandfathers and our dear Debbie, I would like to share an excerpt from my book, wherein I recount that eventful day…
Again I found myself thinking if I had come close to dying, it really was no big deal. They asked if I had a preference of music while they did the procedure. I had already been given my pre-op cocktail intravenously, and without hesitation shouted in my infamous southern drawl, “Crank up some Skynyrd!”

HEART DISEASE JUST KILLED MY FRIEND

On Thursday I was informed she went in for “a simple procedure,” merely a heart catheterization. She coded. It took 40 minutes to revive her. She was placed on life support. She was barely 50 years old.

Have You Had a “Hearty” Laugh Lately?

I’m sure we can even think of some of our own most embarrassing moments… you know, the ones you don’t want to recall, like the time I was walking to the front of the church right after a visit to the restroom, only to have my sister-in-law waddling and grabbing me from behind me in an effort to pull my skirt out of my pantyhose, where it was neatly jammed inside my panties!