Health!

Health is a relative and fleeting thing.  One moment you are fine, walking around and enjoying life.  You go in for a test prescribed by your trusted doctor, concerned but not gravely.  You emerge  from the process with some medical protocols resting.  Then you have a stroke.  Life has changed, probably permanently.  Your damage is permanent.  Things will never be the same. Thats it. 

Me and Bill under the clock with the group. We look like the Smith Brothers on the box of cough drops.

My mother, at nearly 92 went in to hospital with what was most likely congestive heart failure having  difficulty breathing.  She improved somewhat, lucid, talking and joking with us.  Her doctor that was the head of the cardiology department,  decided he needed to remove some blockages in her heart.  He pushed matters too far, and a massive stroke ensued.  Mom decided she did not want to live with the restrictions the condition of her body put her in.  She opted for hospice care and in two weeks, she was gone.  His actions robbed her of at least some life.  

Medical procedures have inherent risks attached to them.  We all have horror stories of things gone wrong.  For most things, physicians cannot fix you.  Realize that truth. They can fix a broken arm or stitch you up if you get cut. Matters of wellness are your job.  Take responsibility for your own health.  Don't eat like a teenager.  Go for a walk.  Read a book or maybe  put your thoughts down on paper.  At some point some great-great grandchild might want to know who you were.  

Shannon is here, watching Lion King and asking numerous questions like always.

all for now

stay safe