Tag: Elders

Life & Death in Assisted Living

Assisted living does not have the same laws and regulations and as this documentary points out , many lives are lost unnecessarily.

The cholesterol drugs are responsible in large part for the increased dementia.

The brain needs the right fats and lots of hydration. Little is done nutritionally to serve our elders and as their money gets tighter and little oversight is given by friends and family the perfect storm is created .

5k a month for assisted living ??

Seriously , I’ll never entertain either nursing home or assisted living .

What I witnessed with Mom and Dad was vulgar .

Mom developed fibromyalgia after an open heart surgery error left her with infection that required her incision be open for 6 months as I understand it.

Dad paid to have her cared for by the best in ate area . She was in great pain and I visited her and reported this to the nurses station . With no feeling at all the nurse snapped back at me that they were not staffed enough to turn Mom every 15 minutes !

Her job as a nurse and where she was a patient , told her they could not care for her ; nothing more they could do and sent her home to die .

Thus the nursing home

Dad took her out and brought her home where she died in her own bed days later .

The same thing happened with half sister , a nurse in Alabama who lost her speech and hearing and again her husband was told to take her home to die .

Both were under 68 and pensions were saved payout by corporate hospitals .

It’s disgusting as I have always noted , how elders are ” managed” in the USA

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She Lived 122 years , 124 days

Meet Madam Jeanne Louise Calment, who had the longest confirmed human lifespan: 122 years, 164 days. Apparently, fate strongly approved of the way she lived her life. She was born in Arles, France, on February 21, 1875. The Eiffel Tower was built when she was 14 years old. It was at this time she met Vincent van Gogh. “He was dirty, badly dressed, and disagreeable,” she recalled in an interview given in 1988.

When she was 85, she took up fencing, and still rode her bike when she reached 100. At the age of 114, she starred in a film about her life, at age 115 she had an operation on her hip, and at age 117 she gave up smoking, having started at the age of 21 in 1896. She didn’t give it up for health reasons; her reason was that she didn’t like having to ask someone to help her light a cigarette once she was nearly blind.

In 1965, Jeanne was 90 years old and had no heirs. She signed a deal to sell her apartment to a 47-year-old lawyer called André-François Raffray. He agreed to pay her a monthly sum of 2,500 francs on the condition he would inherit her apartment after she died. However, Raffray not only ended up paying Jeanne for 30 years, but then died before she did at the age of 77. His widow was legally obliged to continue paying Madam Calment until the end of her days.

Jeanne retained sharp mental faculties. When she was asked on her 120th birthday what kind of future she expected to have. Her reply, “A very short one.”

Here are the Rules of Life from Jeanne Louise Calment:

“I’m in love with wine.”

“All babies are beautiful.”

“I think I will die of laughter.”

“I’ve been forgotten by our Good Lord.”

“I’ve got only one wrinkle, and I’m sitting on it.”

“I never wear mascara; I laugh until I cry often.”

“If you can’t change something, don’t worry about it.”

“Always keep your smile. That’s how I explain my long life.”

“I see badly, I hear badly, and I feel bad, but everything’s fine.”

“I have a huge desire to live and a big appetite, especially for sweets.”

“I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they’re starting to rust and buckle a bit.”

“I took pleasure when I could. I acted clearly and morally and without regret. I’m very lucky.”

“Being young is a state of mind, it doesn’t depend on one’s body. I’m actually still a young girl, it’s just that I haven’t looked so good for the past 70 years.”

At the end of one interview, the journalist said, “Madame, I hope we will meet again sometime next year.” To which Jeanne replied, “Why not? You’re not that old; you’ll still be here!”

The image with the wings is a piece of art by

L. Lichtenfells

Loved & Loved : She is Home 🏠

“When you look deep within

Beyond the surface pale

And the lined eyes,

Through the skein

Of fine lines that

Travel like tributaries

To your soul,

You might find

The wayward girl

you once knew…

The young girl lost

To the antics of living

Who bore you no ill will

But who couldn’t yet grasp

The magnitude of

Incremental action

Upon action

Upon action

Which creates the

Ultimate direction of

A troubled life.

You might find her,

Beneath the greeting

And the greying hair,

Beyond the freckled

Hands

And you might beckon

Her with forgiving heart

And loving arms

To welcome her into

The quiet, gorgeous room

With flowers and pink blossoms

With perfume and pretty things

With standing vases of

Bright poppies

And tulips –

Yes tulips –

And you will let her know

That finally, with you…

She is lived and loved

And she is home.”

Camilla Slater 2022.

(Love to all women with a spark in their eyes and a wayward past.🌷)

Copyright Camilla Slater 2022. All rights reserved.

Image Credit: Painting by Louis Treserras, 1958.

Excavation by David Seay

We are a culture that glorifies the explosion.

Consumption is our icon next to destruction and erosion,

And while the waters are still flowing,

addiction dips it’s toes in;

And adds to the pollution,

Which is why some of us are glowing.

Tuned to confusion through over stimulation of useless information,

As we are speaking about nothing while in communication,

We cling to opinions that hinder revelation.

Time for an excavation,

Not of the land,

But the inner world of man;

For all of our relations.

The rocket ships we take;

A symbol of exploration,

Or escape?

I must ask.

Why can’t we take care of what we have before we expand our destructive path?

Our new symbol is the mask,

Our old one was the flag;

Trading freedom for security,

And doing it quite fast.

This is a ground breaking,

Earth quaking,

Life shaking,

Quickening of our reality.

The warriors are awakening.

Focus on vitality.

Foundation for our families.

Everyday a celebration.

Fireworks of appreciation explode vocally through me without even littering or frightening anyone locally.

Implode on an inner world to cultivate a love so innate that there is no need to escape.

This is what we celebrate.

Discern, observe, manage, regulate.

Write a book,

Become an author.

Chop wood,

Carry water.

With a skip in the step,

And a song in the heart.

Dance to the stars.

Work harder and harder on something you love;

Then do something you don’t like for someone going through something tough.

Spread the laughter and sweep the heavy,

Not under the rug but off of the levee.

Fire works,

To burn up all that heavy burden that we carry,

So don’t freak out when things get scary.

There is a way to face the music,

And dance right through it;

Even the mess humans are cocreating,

Can be cleaned and made pristine if we worked together as a team instead of constantly debating.

I am praying,

But not just bargaining or asking God,

Nor constantly complaining;

They are yearnings of the heart and soul,

Told of what this life is needing~

My deepest prayers are not the words I say;

It is the act of my heart beating.

To keep us alive,

Our hearts are bleeding.

Pumping the love.

Delivering the message.

Passing on the truth of trust.

Carrying out the way for us all.

That’s a living prayer;

Listen for the call.

Let’s build another way,

Not another mall.

Saying Good Bye to a Parent

When you say goodbye to a parent.

You are suddenly living in a whole new world.

You are no longer ‘the child’ and regardless of how long you have officially been ‘grown up’ for, you realise you actually never were until this moment. The shock of this adjustment will shake your very core.

When you have finally said goodbye to both your parents, assuming you were lucky enough to have had two. You are an orphan on this earth and that never, ever gets easier to take no matter how old and grey you are yourself and no matter how many children of your own you have.

You see, a part of your body is physically connected to the people that made it and also a part of your soul. When they no longer live, it is as if you are missing something practical that you need – like a finger or an arm. Because really, you are. You are missing your parent and that is something far more necessary than any limb.

And yet the connection is so strong it carries on somehow, no-one knows how exactly. But they are there. In some way, shape or form they are still guiding you if you listen closely enough. You can hear the words they would choose to say to you.

You can feel the warmth of their approval, their smile when a goal is achieved, their all-consuming love filling the air around you when a baby is born they haven’t met.

If you watch your children very closely you will see that they too have a connection with your parents long after they are gone. They will say things that resonate with you because it brings so many memories of the parent you are missing. They will carry on traits, thoughts and sometimes they will even see them in their dreams.

This is not something we can explain.

Love is a very mystical and wondrous entity.

It is far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all and grief, grief is the price of that love. The deeper the love the stronger the grief.

When you say goodbye to a parent, do not forget to connect with that little girl who still lives inside you somewhere.

Take very good care of her, for she, she will be alone and scared.

When you say goodbye to your parents, you lose an identity, a place in the world. When the people who put you on this earth are no longer here, it changes everything.

Look after yourself the way they looked after you and listen out for them when you need it the most.

They never really leave.

Donna Ashworth

From ‘to the women’: https://tinyurl.com/ye9f93zd

#fathersday #griefpoetry

Old Souls

This is how I always know an ancient soul.

One who has been through the depths of hell and back.

Been drug down into the abyss, and shattered.

You can see they are tired. And yet still are trying. Still put forth the energy to smile. Give a kind word, or gesture.

Even despite the scars which have kept them barely sutured together.

These are simultaneously the toughest, and most beautiful souls in all of creation. Depth far greater than any ocean.

The ones whom through all violence and strife accumulated, still operate from their loving soul. Offering that which they rarely received.

The ultimate transmutators.
Frequency shifters.

YOU, kind soul…Are the true definition of an Angelic Being here on Earth.
~ Tone Mellard ❤

Surviving ! My friend Amy ,Celebrates 1 year Anniversary

A year ago today, at this time, I was laying in the snow, half naked, semi-consious, fighting for my life. Unable to walk after a seizure, I only remembered focusing on getting warm. My car battery was dead and I couldn’t charge my phone. I had managed to get to my car by rolling across the ground. The young man that found me at 11 clock that morning later told me that it looked like a war zone where I had struggled to get in the car. Frost bitten hands and feet did not help the situation. I couldn’t feel the car keys in my hand and remember I kept dropping them – I couldn’t feel them. I know that I am alive today for many reasons and I thank God for all of them. I will never forget thinking that where I was at was a vacation destination. Where we’re all the cross country skiers? Instead I was sent a man riding his bike in the snow. I said, You’ve got to be kidding. He saw me wave my arm and rushed over. He went home, called emergency services, then came back with blankets to cover me till help arrived. I could feel the warmth from the blankets, instantly. That’s all I remembered until they started putting a warm saline solution in me in the ambulance. They had heated blankets. Then I woke up in the ER. My life changed from that day. I’m extremely grateful to everyone that helped me along the way. While I get snowed in today, I get to reflect on my life. What a gift.

The experience Amy had , repeated an experience Dad had and he survived 6 months before exiting

Amy’s experience revealed many wonderful affirmations as we share a birth year and both have weathered much loss .

Amy proved our services DO care about elders and she was put in alignment with “helpers” and much prayer as she has survived, and thrives these days certainly grateful for the opportunity to grow and share herself , her wisdoms and yes her joy and love.

Amy shares the birth sign of Capricorn ♑as was my Dad and she’s as tenacious and focused as Dad was , and she’s my dear friend .

I celebrate Amy on this day, and look forward to many more days with Amy being part of my ” tribe” as changes test us collectively we know we have a part in pulling Heaven to Earth and I’m Blessed as are many that Divinity was with Amy Adams

and revealed to the community and soon the world will read her story and be uplifted by her journey as a Crone …a very very wise woman !

Blessings & Peace

Dona Luna