When One Medication Causes A Problem Needing Another Medication

This is a case of cause and effect. Unfortunately this happens to way too many people in this day and time. It starts out with one simple problem that has become unmanageable. You go to your doctor to hopefully find out what to do to remedy that problem. The problem then starts to multiply. Instead of the doctor telling you something that you can do on your own, to make the situation better, he gives you a prescription to take, that will take care of the problem. Only thing is that the prescription causes another problem to present itself, because it was a side effect that the doctor forgot to tell you about that would happen when you take the first medication that was prescribed.

I Take - - - Because I Take

Now it really starts to get to be fun. I’m being facetious here. Now it starts to get ridiculous is what happens. I know this from experience. It has happened to me, and I am still suffering from the effects of it, and will for the rest of my life.

Some of you have already read my story, about my medical situations. I’m going to try to include everything in this blog, so please bear with me.

As with everybody that is living, I have had medical problems off and on. None of them were all that serious for that long of a time though. That was true up until March of 1990.

In March of 1990, when I was back home visiting my family, in Norfolk, VA, I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia.

Early on the morning that I was to fly home, my sister asked me if I was having trouble with my ears. I wasn’t, so I told her no. She wasn’t satisfied with my answer because I sounded awful and was very raspy when I talked. She told me to go the the urgent treatment center close to where she lived, and gave me her car keys to use her car.

I went to the urgent treatment center around 8:30 AM. As soon as I checked in, they did an x-ray of my chest. The doctor came back in and told me that my ears were not what he was worried about. He said that he was worried about my lungs, he then went on to give me a shot of epinephrine in my right arm. He told me to just lay there and rest. Half an hour later he came back and listened to my lungs again. I was then given another shot, but this time it was in my left arm. Once again I was told to lay back down and rest some more. After another half an hour the doctor once again came back and listened to my lungs. I was given another shot back in my right arm this time. After the shot, the doctor told me to get home while I could still drive, so I went back to my sister’s house. I had to stay another two weeks before I was allowed to fly back to my house in Lexington KY. That afternoon at around 3:00 PM I started getting numb all over. I told my sister, and she told me to call 911, so I did. They asked me all sorts of questions that I in turn had to ask her. They asked if I was flushed or pale, I couldn’t see my own face so my sister had to tell me. When I relayed to the operator that I was getting numb all over, she said that she would sent help right away. There were no ambulances available, so a fire truck had to come to stabilize me until the ambulance could get there. When they arrived, they were wearing their helmets.

My sister had children of her own and babysat for a few friends also. When their parents came to pick them up, the first thing the children told their parents was about the firemen coming in with their helmets on. They questioned my sister, because needless to say they were alarmed. They calmed down when she told them what had happened.

Once the ambulance took me, my sister called our Mother and told her to go to the hospital when she got off of work. So, when my Mother got off of work, she came to the hospital. Needless to say, I was hooked up to all sorts of machines. When my Mother saw me, she passed out from the shock. She ended up in a bed next to mine.

It was at the hospital that I actually found out just what was wrong with me. That was when they told me that I had asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia. Our bodies automatically produce a chemical called Theophylline. The level should be between 11 and 13. My level was 3. I was put on a synthetic form of the chemical, since it is necessary to be able to breathe correctly. They also put me on Prednisone for the inflammation in my lungs, and two very strong antibiotics. One antibiotic for the bronchitis, and one was for the pneumonia. I was told that I had a type of pneumonia called micro-plasma pneumonia, which was the worst kind for scarring the lungs. After hours of treatment with different IV medications, I was finally sent home to my sister’s house.

My brother-in-law saw to it that the vaporizer, that I had to use, always had water in it. He always helped in any way that he could, since my sister was so busy taking care of the children. After the additional two weeks, I was allowed to return to my home in Lexington, KY.

After returning to Kentucky, I was still feeling pretty rough, and was having asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe. The attacks would result in my having to be rushed to the hospital ER every 7 to 10 days. At the time I was working a permanent full time job and a permanent part-time job. I worked 60 to 70 hours a week. There was even one week that I ended up working 100 hours between the two jobs.

Needless to say, I was unable to keep up the pace, with being rushed to the ER so much. On June 9, 1990, I lost both of my jobs, as the places needed me there, not being rushed to the hospital every 7 to 10 days.

After I returned home, I remained on the Prednisone and was also put on an inhaled steroid. After being on the Prednisone six months, I ended up having gained 100 pounds. I was on the Prednisone a total of five years before I was taken off of it completely. The last year that I was on it, I was continually being tapered off of it until I was down to hardly any, and then the doctor stopped it completely. Whenever I had a flare up and ended up with pneumonia again, I would be put on a Prednisone burst. When you are on a burst, you start on a high dose and the dosage gets lowered a little bit each day until you are no longer taking any of it.

After being home, in Kentucky, a few months, the doctors decided that I needed to do breathing treatments four times a day, and carry a rescue inhaler with me at all times. In the meantime, I found out that I had systemic yeast throughout my body. I had become very depressed and was put on an antidepressant. I had also ended up with restless legs syndrome.

It took the doctors three years to come up with “the perfect combination of medications”, and I enrolled for, and started attending the local community college in Lexington, KY. My “perfect combination of medications” included 30 some prescriptions every day. My pill count was around 80 pills daily. But I was finally more stable than what I had been, since I became sick while visiting my family in Virginia. The doctors had finally been able to prescribe all of the additional medications that I needed to counteract the ones I was already taking. I was indeed living what the shirt in the picture above states. Maybe not all the same medications, but the same idea of having to take additional medicine due to the reaction from a current medication.

By the time I had been on the Prednisone three years, I was diabetic. I found this out one week before I actually started attending college. I had enrolled a couple of months earlier. It took another three years before I had to start taking diabetes medication to control my blood sugar levels. After being diabetic for nine to ten years, I found out that I had diabetic neuropathy in my extremities.

I started having trouble with orthopedic issues. All of the orthopedic issues caused me to have to have several surgeries on my knees. I ended up having to wear leg braces and being in a wheelchair. It wasn’t very long before it was necessary to wear an elbow brace too.

Many more problems would arise, and I would end up having to have numerous surgeries, and having to change my major in the middle of the program I had chosen for my major. It ended up taking me six and a half years to complete what was supposed to be a two year study program. But in spite of all of the drawbacks, I persevered.

So I am here to say that, yes, exactly what the shirt says happens does happen. Since no two people are the same, the medications may not be the same, but what is the same is having to take another medication to counter act the reaction that you are having to a current medication. If by chance, this is happening to you at the current time, just hang in there. Once the doctors realize which medication is causing which reaction, they can correct the situation. It does get better. I have survived it and you can too.



There Is Always Someone Worse Off Than You

I know that most of you have heard the saying that “There is always someone worse off than you.” Probably, when things are going badly, you have to wonder about that. Today I am posting on different babies and children that are facing life with problems that seem to be not even compatible with life, and in essence against all odds. But they are living, none the less. Just try to remember these babies and their families the next time that you think that life couldn’t be any worse than what you are living. For these children and babies, they were born with everything stacked against them, yet they are surviving and smiling. Think about their future and all of the trials and tribulations that they will have to face for as long as they are alive. Some may not live to be adults, but they were not even expected to survive the first 24 hours of their respective lives.


The first one is about a baby who had a birth defect that was visible on his prenatal ultra sounds. However, at the time, it was not clear what the birth defect was. Once the baby was born, it was discovered that the baby had a condition called encephalocele that caused his brain to grow through a hole in his skull and into his nose.

Ultrasound Of Baby With Brain In Nose   Baby With Brain In Nose

Baby And Big Sister

The baby is now (or at the time of the article he was) 21 months old. it may look like he wouldn’t be able to breathe, but he has nostrils, just they are not side by side like normally is the case. He has one nostril on either side of the birth defect.

His mother and his big sister love him very much. He seems to be a happy baby, in spite of the growth on his nose. His Mother takes up for him whenever people make rude or hurtful remarks and act like bullies.

Read the article to get the full story.

the URL to the story is: http://www.littlethings.com/ollie-pinocchio-baby-v5/?utm_source=idc&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=babies

************************************************************************************************* The second baby was born without the top of his skull having developed before his birth. The baby was not supposed to make it through the night, or even for 24 hours.

This is a miracle baby for sure.

Even though he is missing part of his brain, and has only the bottom part of his skull, he is learning to talk.

This part of the article shows that he is still beating all of the odds. Obviously his family loves him very dearly also. He truly is a miracle baby.


The third story is about a little girl who was born without bones, yet she is still living, and obviously she is happy. Miraculously some bones started growing by the time she reached 18 months old.  The URL to her story is:    http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2312985/Janelly-Martinez-Amador-Incredible-bravery-girl-6-born-bones-overcome-illness-learn-dance.html

In the first picture below, Janelly Martinez Amador is just laying on the floor. In the second picture, you can see her feet turned almost backwards. Apparently she can’t feel it because she has very little bone structure. In the third picture you can see that it is necessary to use a harness to make sure that she doesn’t fall out of her wheelchair.

You can read all about her in the story referenced by the URL above.

born with no bones - 1

born with no bones - 2

Things To Know About Being Disabled

I have written about this topic in other blogs before, but it is one that needs to be repeated every now and then. Obviously there are similarities and there are differences in normal people and disabled people. First off, we are all created equal and should be treated with equal respect. But there are things that have to be considered where disabled people are concerned.

The statement that disabled people just want to be treated the same as everybody else is true. But obviously there has to be treatment that is different. We want to be treated in that we want to be given an equal chance to try to do whatever job we have confidence that we can do. When you see a disabled person in a wheelchair, don’t just automatically assume that they can’t do anything for alone. There are many people, that to look at them, it would seem that they would not be able to do anything alone.

Say someone was missing a limb such as an arm. Most people would think that the person would not be able to do much of anything alone, such as get dressed, eat, or work. I have seen documentaries on people that didn’t have any arms, but they could do most everything with their feet. That included being able to drive an adapted car. I saw a video just the other day where a young lady with no legs was riding a skateboard, and doing very well. There was another video of a girl with a prosthetic leg doing gymnastics.

There was one 14 year old girl, Gabi ShuIl,  who had cancer in her right knee. The cancer was removed from her upper right thigh to mid way her lower leg. The doctor’s then proceeded to reattach her lower leg, through a procedure called Rotationplasty, where they rotated her lower leg 180 degrees and reattached it to her upper thigh. Watch the video to be totally amazed.

Those were just a few examples of some amazing things that disabled people can do. Granted that there are some that would appear to be not so bad off, but they are unable to do much of anything. A friend of mine was born with arthrogryposis and cannot bend his knees, his arms, or his wrists, and can only barely bend his fingers enough to do computer work. At first glance you would think that he could do all of the above.

There are people that act as if anyone that is in a wheel chair is not only unable to do anything physically, but that they are also mentally challenged in some way. For some reason, all the people seem to be able to do is to stare at the person in the wheelchair. All I can figure is that they were not taught that it is not nice to stare at others. I don’t know about other disabled people, but I would rather someone ask me about what is wrong than to just stare at me. What I am trying to point out is that many times, looks are deceiving.

When you arrive at a store door at the same time as a disabled person in a wheelchair, at least offer to hold the door open. The disabled person may be one of those that refuses to let anyone do anything for them. But, the disabled person may be someone that doesn’t want to be a bother, but is having a difficult time trying to open the heavy store door alone. I, myself am in a wheelchair. From time to time, I have trouble opening doors. Whenever someone asks me if I need help, on those days I accept their help. On the days that I am able to open them myself, I politely say “No thank you, but I appreciate your offering, hope you have a nice day.”

Many times I have been told that, “Disabled people don’t like to be helped.” this may be true of some, but others really need the help. Before you help, be sure that what you are about to do is OK with the person that you are assisting. What you are trying to do may be hurting them and not helping them. Please understand that people with disabilities have different needs and everyone is different. What might have worked for one person may not work for another person. Most importantly, always ask before you help a disabled person.

If you come upon a disabled person who has fallen out of their wheelchair, ask these important questions and do the things below:

  1. Is the person breathing and able to speak?
  2. If the person is able to breathe, but not able to speak due to their limitation, then check for any injured limbs, but DO NOT MOVE ANY PERSON THAT IS NOT ABLE TO SPEAK TO YOU! CALL 911 IMMEDIATELY!
  3. If the person is able to speak to you, then ask what happened and are you hurt?
  4. If the person is not injured and is not in pain, then get some other people that also understand what the circumstance is, and tell the disabled person what you are about to do.
  5. If you are going to move the wheelchair, or place the wheelchair back in its upright position, then identify whether or not the wheelchair is a manual chair or a power chair.
  6. If the wheelchair is manual, then place your right hand on top of the push handle bar and your left hand on the bottom frame of the wheelchair while another person is on the other side making sure the wheelchair is stable. If you are able, attempt to lock the brakes, or put your right foot behind the rear tier. This will help you to get support and will keep the wheelchair from moving.
  7. If the wheelchair is a power chair, then make sure the wheelchair is turned off before trying to do anything with it. Please make sure that there are no exposed wires or any broken parts that will keep the wheelchair from moving. Depending on the wheelchair model, you will have to find the frame of the wheelchair. Please understand that some power chairs have custom parts and seating. Never grab any part of the wheelchair that has a piston or actuator attached to it. Try finding a back handle of the wheelchair and the bottom of the wheelchair frame. Please be aware that power chairs are extremely heavy and may require up to six people to get the chair back upright. If the disabled person is able to be moved safely out of the chair, then do so before putting the chair back up, but always ask the person what is the best procedure to follow. If for any reason you are unsure about how to move the wheelchair or the disabled person, please contact your local emergency services . Most states will not charge to assist or take care of minor injuries. They only charge if they transport a person to the hospital. Please consult your local emergency fire department for more information.

When you are driving, please be considerate of disabled people, as well as any other people that are walking or on bicycles. Don’t stop in a crosswalk when the stoplight changes. The white lines are there to let pedestrians know where the safety zone is, not for you to stop in the middle of them, and block the wheelchair ramp, because you weren’t paying attention. Nor should you try to turn right on the red light when the white light is on, and someone is trying to cross. The white light shows that it is safe for pedestrians to cross, not for you to try to turn before they can even start to cross. The white light doesn’t stay on long enough to even get across the street as is, let alone for you to turn red because you don’t want to wait for the people to walk across the street. Just try to remember that the people crossing the street are out in the weather, whether or not it’s good, and you are in a vehicle. Also try to think how you would feel if it was you trying to cross the street and someone was stopped in the crosswalk and blocking the wheelchair ramp. Try to imagine how you would feel if you were the one in a wheelchair the next time that you don’t want to wait for a disabled person to cross.

We Need To Be More Accepting And Compassionate Of Others

Like the title says, we need to be more accepting and compassionate of others. This is especially true of those of us that happen to be disabled or handicapped, either from birth, from an illness, or from some sort of accident.

As those of you that have read some of my blogs may already know, I am disabled due to an illness as well as numerous orthopedic problems. For a very good summation of when the disability started, please read the blog of March 5, 2016 titled “There Is Almost Always Someone Worse Off Than You”. Below you will find a picture of what I looked like when I worked, before I lost my job for being too disabled, and having to have too many surgeries.


One of my best friends was born with a condition called arthrogryposis as well as having spina bifida. He is unable to bend his arms, his legs, or his hands, and can only slightly bend his fingers. He can move his fingers enough to do computer work. As a matter of fact, he is a genius when it comes to computers. Below is a picture of Vladimir and his girlfriend Kalin.

Vlad and Kalin 5-11-2015

There is one very famous little boy, that people all over the world know, that is disabled due to an accident, and his name is Tripp Halstead. On Sept. 11, 2010, Tripp Hughes Halstead was born. He was injured by a tree limb falling out of a tree and hitting him in his head on the morning of Oct. 29, 2012.  He was not expected to survive the night. I have been following him since about the first or second week after his accident. Below is a picture of Tripp before the accident. he was such a smart, sweet little boy that everywhere that he went people would come to be with him.Tripp Before Accident

The next picture was right after the accident when he was in the hospital, right after his initial surgery and not expected to live. Nothing like the vivacious little boy above.Tripp After Accident and Surgery

This next picture is of how Tripp used to be right after he was discharged from the hospital to finally go back home. These were his stiff and expressionless days.

Tripp Throwback No Expression  Tripp Throwback To Stiff Times

The next picture is of Tripp now days. He still cannot do much more that have awesome facial expressions and try his hardest to move his arms and legs and to talk. He has come so far. It is just amazing. But he still has a long way to go. However, he is alive and he is happy most of the time. The two pictures bellow show some of his facial expressions.

Cool Tripp - 9-2-15Happy Tripp 2-3-16

Everyday he makes great strides in his alertness and his overall personality. Tripp is really a trooper. Nobody knows how much more he will progress, but he has already surpassed any expectations that anybody had after his accident. He is truly a miracle little boy. He tries so hard to talk, and his laugh is contagious. He just keeps progressing more and more everyday. Below is a picture of Trip with his Mom and Dada in a special article that was done on him. To read the complete article go to http://bit.ly/1QKBoDa


My purpose in doing this article is to point out how many different ways there are that someone can become disabled or handicapped. Society needs to stop treating us like we are third class citizens and don’t deserve to even exist on this earth. My friend has helped so many people with their computers that there is absolutely no way to keep count of them. I went back to school pulling oxygen tanks and wearing a face mask. I started work looking like the picture above. All of us handicapped or disabled people fight everyday just to be able to enjoy things that most people take for granted every day of their lives. We do matter, much to some people’s dismay.

I may be wrong in my thinking, but every time somebody treats me badly or doesn’t wait long enough for me to cross the street, because the walk sign has already changed, I wish that they would have to be in a wheelchair for a few days and see just what it’s like for us. I can almost guarantee that once someone that is so call it normal ends up in a wheelchair, they will think and act quite differently from what they currently act.

There is a story that I think about every time I hear someone talk about not being able to deal with the limitations of a disabled or handicapped person. The story goes something like this: One day a disabled veteran had finally been returned to the states after a lengthy recovery form injuries received during the war. Not wanting his parents to welcome him home just because he was their son, he called them first. He went on to describe his “best friend” that needed a place to stay until he could get back on his feet. He started out by saying that the friend had night terrors and would sometimes cry and scream out in the night. His parents said that theat was OK, and that they would let him stay in the bedroom further-est away from them so his screaming would not bother anybody. The son went on to say that he had only one arm and would need help with being fed. Once again, his parents said that there would be no problem with them helping to feed him. Then came the last straw. He told them that he had no legs and had to use the bathroom in his bed or else someone had to carry him to the bathroom and physically put him on the toilet. At that point his parents said that they could not handle that. He told their son that they were sorry, but that his friend would have to find some place else to stay, that he could not stay with them. They said that it would be hard enough for him, their son, to get used to being back home and having to deal with the PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) that everybody was talking about all of the returning servicemen having to deal with. At that point the son said OK, that he understood what they were saying. Just a few hours later there came a knock at the parents door. It was the local police. They told the parents that they had found a serviceman in a phone booth that had only one arm and no legs. He had blown his head off. Unfortunately the police said that the ID was that of their son. At that point the Mother passed out. She realized that the son was feeling them out asking them about accepting the friend when it was actually him that he was talking about. He did not want to be a burden on them.

Please take the story to heart. You never know when the handicap or disability may happen to a loved one or even yourself. Learn to be more accepting and compassionate to the disabled or handicapped people that you come upon.





There Is Almost Always Someone Worse Off Than You

Some of my readers may have read my story before today, and for those of you that already know it, I am retelling it for those who do not know it. I’m sorry if you get bored reading it again. However, there are probably parts in it this time that I forgot to tell last time. I was in more of a hurry last time than what I am in this time. Below you will find a picture of me and how I had to go to work each and every day.


I became disabled in March of 1990 when I was visiting my family back home. I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia all at the same time. I had been in Norfolk, Virginia for two weeks, and was having a good time. I didn’t really feel bad, but my sister told me that I sounded awful. Probably because I was hoarse. I figured it was because I had screamed a lot at my nephew’s soccer game. My sister said that I needed to go to the urgent treatment place and be checked out. She told me that if I had an ear infection and was to fly on the plane, it could burst my eardrums and make me become deaf immediately.

So at 8:30 AM, on the day that I was to fly home, I was on my way to the urgent treatment center. They did their initial exam and did chest x-rays, even though I told them that I didn’t feel sick, only sounded sick. As soon as they got the x-rays back, they gave me a shot of adrenaline in my right arm. They discovered that I had double pneumonia. They left me for half an hour and then came back and listened to my lungs again. To my surprise, they gave me another shot of adrenaline, but this time it was in my left arm. They left me again for another half of an hour and came back. Once again, they listened to my lungs and gave me another shot of adrenaline, but they put it in my right arm again. Then they told me to go home while I could still drive. I was put on strong antibiotics for two weeks for the pneumonia, for the inflammation they put me on Prednisone, and for the coughing they put me on a real strong cough medicine. I went back to my sister’s house where I stayed for two weeks. I had to use a vaporizer practically all day for ten days before I started getting better.

At 3:00 PM, the actual time that I was supposed to be taking off to fly back home, I was being rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was becoming numb all over. Upon arrival, I was given an EKG, and remained hooked up to the heart monitor for the whole time that I was in the ER. I was also on oxygen and had an IV going in my arm. I had never been hooked up to so many things at one time in my whole life.

They did blood tests, and of course they came back bad. I never knew that we have a chemical in our blood called Theophyline. Our body produces it naturally, and it is normally at a level of 11-13. When the test results came back, mine was 3. They said I was in bad shape. I was shocked, because I didn’t really feel very sick at all. It was early the next morning before I was discharged from the hospital and went back to stay with my sister. I had to have a vaporizer going all day and night, and take the medications that had been prescribed for me, for ten days before I started feeling better. Finally after two weeks I was allowed to fly back home.

After arriving back home, my asthma was so bad that I was being rushed to the hospital every 7-10 days with attacks so bad that I could hardly breathe. Needless to say, you can’t keep a job when you are being rushed to the hospital so often.

At that time I was working a full time job and a part time job, working 60-70 hours every week. It never slowed me down a bit. I had worked the full time job for 16 years and the part time job for 5 years. On June 9, 1990, I lost both jobs. I was devastated, but so bad off from the asthma that I couldn’t do anything about it.

With being rushed to the hospital so often, the doctors made a decision to put me on oxygen and to continue giving me weekly Theophyline shots as well as Theophyline pills. I continued to take the Prednisone for four years. I was also started on breathing treatments four times per day, using a breathing treatment machine that I had to carry with me, and an oxygen tank, and wear a face mask, whenever I left my house. I had an oxygen concentrator in my bedroom, to use when I was at home. I had to start using the Red Cross Wheels bus to transport me to my doctors visits. It was too hard to walk to the bus stop with the oxygen tanks.

There were numerous other prescribed medications also. Due to being on the Prednisone, I gained 100 pounds in six months. Within three years after being on the Prednisone, I also was diagnosed with diabetes. The reason for having to wear the mask was to prevent me from becoming sick. Being on Prednisone weakens your immune system. If you were to have a cold, and I was to be around you and catch it, it would go into pneumonia on me. That being the case, it was easier to wear the mask.

Luckily for me, after three years and two months, the doctors found the perfect combination of medications for me. I signed up for and started going to the local community college in May of 1993. The week before I started school, I found out that I was diabetic. I was rolling the oxygen tanks behind me, and wearing a face mask, when I started school.

There were times when I still had asthma attacks, because of the smoking around the entrance doors of the school, and had to be rushed to the hospital. But it was only every few months instead of every few days. But whenever an ambulance came to the school, everybody looked for me and asked where I was.

Prednisone does bad things to your body, after being on it for extended periods of time like I was. In December of 1994 into January of 1995 I had to have surgery on my knees. I ended up in a wheelchair. As I still had an oxygen tanks, a holder was put on the back of the wheelchair. I also had to have a wheelchair ramp put onto my front porch.

Originally, I signed up for the respiratory care program. Needless to say, you can’t do respiratory care from a wheelchair. I had to switch my major. I had taken two years of medical courses in preparation of entering the respiratory care program. I had to start over. My knees continued to get worse, and I had to start wearing leg braces that went from under my feet up to and around my thighs. Once I started wearing braces, I could no longer steer my car properly. The steering wheel kept hitting my braces. I had to trade in my car for a van. The doors opened up in the back. I got a piece of plywood and would run the wheelchair up the ramp I made and into the back of the van.

In 1997, while I was in the hospital,on my birthday of all days, my bladder stopped working properly. I realized at 10:30 PM, that I had not gone to the restroom all day, since 7:30 AM. I knew that I was bound to have to go. I tried to go, but was not able to. I told the nurses, and they had to catheterize me. Immediately 1,000 cc of urine came out, and they had to kink the catheter off so my bladder would not go into spasms. They emptied the bag and waited for half of an hour. They undid the catheter and again, immediately 1,000 cc of urine came out. Once again they had to kink the catheter and wait for half an hour. They came back and proceeded to do the same thing they had done the two times before. This time, only 800 cc of urine came out. The nurses told me that I was very lucky that my bladder had not ruptured. The normal bladder can hold only about 800 cc of urine.

Since I could not tell when I needed to use the restroom, due to having a neurogenic bladder, a catheter had to be put in to stay until I could have surgery. The surgery was the next month. They inserted a permanent catheter into my abdomen and straight into my bladder.

My arms got bad also, and I was unable to propel my manual wheelchair. I ended up on a scooter. The ramp that I used for my manual wheelchair was no longer able to be used. The scooter did not fold up like the wheelchair. I had to start back on the Red Cross Wheels bus.

My Mom and Pop came to help me with my recuperation after one of my surgeries. My Pop saw how hard it was to get into my apartment or to go anywhere unless I used the Wheels bus. My Pop made ramps into my apartment and into my storage sheds. The ramp that I had had put out the front was not wide to accommodate the scooter when it turned into the front door. It almost went off of the ramp every time I went up it. He also got some plywood and made a wide ramp for my van so that I could guide the scooter up the ramp and into the van.  There was a seat that went all the way across the back of the van, and I took it out to be able to use the ramp. I continued to do this for a long time.

One day, my abdomen was hurting where the catheter came out, and I didn’t feel like pushing the scooter into the van. I knew that the ramp could hold both my weight and the scooter’s weight. The decision in my mind was to ride the scooter up the ramp and into the van. The scooter had other ideas. As I was driving up the ramp, the scooter went rolling back down the ramp and it fell with me still on it. I ended up laying on my back, still on the scooter, with the back end of the scooter and me both facing the sky. Some men came running to help get me and the scooter up and to put the scooter into the van. After helping me up and putting the scooter into the van, they looked at each other and said that they would have done the same thing.

The next day, I called my Vocational Rehabilitation counselor and told her what had happened the day before. She made arrangements with a local medical supply place, to evaluate me and my van, and decide what could be done. The decision was made to put a lift in my van to get the scooter in and out of the van.

As if I didn’t already have enough problems, I started having trouble with my back. I ended up in a back brace.

With so many doctors appointments and therapies, I could only attend half days. It ended up taking me over six years to finish what was supposed to be a two year program. Also having to have around eleven surgeries during that time didn’t help either. I finished in December of 1999. My graduation ceremony was in May of 2000.

I found a job in March of 2000, working at a local bank. I started having trouble with my hands and ended up having to have wrist braces for carpal tunnel. During my time at the bank, I had several more surgeries. I had to have surgery to change the catheter that went straight from my abdomen and into my bladder, to having an artificial bladder. The catheter now goes straight into the artificial bladder through an opening in my abdomen about two inches to the side and two inches down from my navel. I had to have an artificial knee replacement of my left knee, several surgeries on my fingers and hands. Before I came back from the surgery to receive my artificial bladder, I had to have two additional surgeries on it. In November of 2004, I was getting ready to sit down in my chair, after coming back from one of my many surgeries, when I was told not to sit down. I was told that I no longer worked for the bank. The supervisor went on to say that I had had to have too many surgeries and that they could no longer use me there. So in essence, I was fired for being too disabled.

Yes, I have been through a lot, but all that I have been through pales when you compare it to these little girls in the video below.

This story and video is about a little six year old girl that was born with her heart outside of her chest cavity. She was surprised and happy when she met another little girl with the same condition. I went to YouTube to obtain the video and the little bit of the story that you can read below.

Published on Nov 2, 2015

A six-year-old girl, who was born with her heart outside her chest, has moved from Russia to America in hopes of receiving treatment. Virsaviya Borun-Goncharova was born with, thoraco-abdominal syndrome or Pantalogy of Cantrell, a rare condition t…


These two little girls will have a very hard life if nothing can be done to protect their hearts. If they even fall down, they could rupture their hearts and burst open their abdomens.


To all of you ladies and girls out there, you need to play with your boobies at least once a month. It may save your life. This is the main way to find out if you have any lumps that may be breast cancer. If you do find any lumps, go to your doctor. The doctor will most likely send you for a mammogram. If the doctor doesn’t think that the lumps are anything to be alarmed about, then you have a starting point to compare from month to month, just what your breasts are like and whether or not they have had any changes in them. It is always better to err on the side of caution and be wrong about there being a problem, than to ignore the lumps and not do anything when you actually do have breast cancer.

I Googled breast self examination, and found pictures on how to properly one. Breast cancer awareness is very important to me. My Grandmother died from it and my Mother is a survivor of it. I, myself have Fibrocystic disease in both breasts. Needless to say, I get a mammogram every year. The URL is  http://www.breastcancer.org/pictures

I have copied the article and the pictures as well. They are both pasted below.

Image – Breast Self-Exam – Step 1


Begin by looking at your breasts in the mirror with your shoulders straight and your arms on your hips.

Here’s what you should look for:

  • Breasts that are their usual size, shape, and color.
  • Breasts that are evenly shaped without visible distortion or swelling.

If you see any of the following changes, bring them to your doctor’s attention:

  • Dimpling, puckering, or bulging of the skin.
  • A nipple that has changed position or become inverted (pushed inward instead of sticking out).
  • Redness, soreness, rash, or swelling.                                                                                                                                                                                                           Image – Breast Self-Exam – Steps 2 and 3 

Raise your arms and look for the same changes.

While you’re at the mirror, gently squeeze each nipple between your finger and thumb and check for nipple discharge (this could be a milky or yellow fluid or blood).

                Image – Breast Self-Exam – Step 4


Feel your breasts while lying down, using your right hand to feel your left breast and then your left hand to feel your right breast. Use a firm, smooth touch with the first few fingers of your hand, keeping the fingers flat and together.

Cover the entire breast from top to bottom, side to side—from your collarbone to the top of your abdomen, and from your armpit to your cleavage.

                     Image – Breast Self-Exam – Step 5


Finally, feel your breasts while you are standing or sitting. Many women find that the easiest way to feel their breasts is when their skin is wet and slippery, so they like to do this step in the shower. Cover your entire breast, using the same hand movements described in Step 4.

What are the Signs of Breast Cancer?

Question: I’m worried I might have breast cancer. What are the signs?

Answer: Often there are no outward signs of breast cancer that you can see or feel. If there are outward signs, the more common ones include a lump, an area of thickening, or a dimple in the breast. Less common signs include breast swelling and redness or an enlarged underarm lymph node.

But even if you have one or more of these signs, it still doesn’t mean you have breast cancer. Remember that most breast lumps turn out to be benign (not cancerous).

Still, it’s extremely important that you SEE YOUR DOCTOR RIGHT AWAY if you’re worried that you might have breast cancer. Having your doctor take a look will ease your worry, and if anything is found, you’ll be able to take care of it quickly.

Physical examination of the breast is one way to find breast cancer.


I Googled Breast Self Exam and found the Warning Signs Of Cancer along with some pictures from the Susan G. Komen  website with the URL of


Warning Signs of Breast Cancer

In most cases, these changes are not cancer. For example, breast pain is more common with benign breast conditions than with breast cancer. However, the only way to know for sure is to see a provider. If you have breast cancer, it is best to find it at an early stage, when the chances of survival are highest.

Breast lumps or lumpiness

Many women may find that their breasts feel lumpy. Breast tissue naturally has a bumpy texture. Some women have more lumpiness in their breasts than others. In most cases, this lumpiness is no cause to worry.

If the lumpiness can be felt throughout the breast and feels like your other breast, then it is probably normal breast tissue.

Lumps that feel harder or different from the rest of the breast (or the other breast) or that feel like a change are a concern and should be checked. This type of lump may be a sign of breast cancer or a benign breast condition (such as a cyst or fibroadenoma). Learn more about benign breast conditions.

See a health care provider if you:

  • Find a new lump (or any change) that feels different from the rest of your breast
  • Find a new lump (or any change) that feels different from your other breast
  • Feel something that is different from what you felt before

It is best to see a provider if you are unsure about a new lump (or any change). Although a lump (or any change) may be nothing to worry about, you will have the peace of mind that it was checked.

If you have had a benign lump in the past, don’t assume a new lump will be the same. The new lump may not be breast cancer, but it is best to make sure.

Nipple discharge

Liquid leaking from your nipple (nipple discharge) can be troubling, but it is rarely a sign of breast cancer. Discharge can be your body’s natural reaction when the nipple is squeezed.

Signs of a more serious condition (such as breast cancer) include discharge that:

  • Occurs without squeezing the nipple
  • Occurs in only one breast
  • Is bloody or clear (not milky)

Nipple discharge can also be caused by an infection or other condition that needs treatment. If you have any nipple discharge, see a health care provider.

– See more at: http://ww5.komen.org/BreastCancer/WarningSigns.html#sthash.kPg8tw4H.dpuf



This post is just for the guys, no matter how young or how old you are. I taught a little boy (of only five years old) in my Sunday School Class. He almost died from testicular cancer. His only symptom was that he was having trouble passing his urine. Thank goodness his Mother took him to the pediatrician about it and found out what was wrong with him, and he survived. Guys, you need to start touching your balls on a regular basis. It could save your life. I’m not kidding.

Prostate cancer is the single most common cancer in guys. It’s also the second deadliest cancer, behind only lung cancer. So, if you’re a guy, you should be aware of early detection methods. It could mean possibly preventing this malignant menace. You need to do frequent self examinations of your balls (testicles). Get familiar with what your balls feel like all over.

If you find any lumps on your first examination, go to your doctor so you can find out if they are normal or not. If they are normal, then you have a good starting point for your future examinations. Each examination that you do from that point on should always feel the same as the first one did. You should not feel any new lumps. If at any time you feel any new lumps, GO TO YOUR DOCTOR ABOUT THEM. Early detection is the key to treatment and possible remission of the cancer.

However, if by chance they are not normal, you may have just taken the first step toward saving your life. Like I pointed out earlier, early detection of cancer is the key to being able to treat and hopefully cure the cancer.

YOU NEED TO Masturbate

Several studies conducted in the last few years have suggested that masturbation protects against prostate cancer. Actually, it was ejaculation, achieved from masturbation, that showed benefit.

Just how does ejaculation protect against prostate cancer? One theory is that it allows the prostate to clear itself of carcinogens. In other words, masturbation may literally clean your pipes.

According to the largest study of its kind, a 2004 study in the Journal of the American Medical Association, to gain any protective benefit against prostate cancer, more than 12 ejaculations per month (i.e. masturbating every other day) was necessary. What’s more, each increase of three ejaculations per week was associated with a 15% decrease in prostate cancer risk.

Eat a big bowl of cereal

There’s no arguing that Frosted Flakes taste great, but it’s not exactly the healthiest breakfast cereal. Find a cereal that’s high in flax, or simply add some flax seeds or ground flax to your favorite cereal. Fill a bowl and add some soy milk. Can’t get any more simple than that. Both flax and soy contain active ingredients that fight prostate cancer.

Eat while watching your favorite TV shows.

I Googled how to do a testicular self exam, and this is the best example that I could find. The URL is www.testicularcancersociety.org. This subject is important enough that I copied the whole article and pasted it below. Please go to the actual article for instructions about the App that is mentioned in the article.

Testicular Self Exam

Monthly testicular self exams are important to notice changes in one’s testicles. By doing the monthly testicular self exams, we’ve got an App for that, you should become familiar with your testicles thus making it easier to notice any changes.


Most testicular cancers are found by men themselves or their partner, very few are found by a physician. This is why it is so important to be familiar with what is normal and if you do notice any changes then see a doctor immediately.
It is best to do the testicular self exam during or right after a warm shower or bath. The warmth relaxes the scrotum making the exam easier. Don’t be alarmed if one testicle seems slightly larger than the other, that’s normal. It is also normal that one testicle will hang lower than the other.

3 Steps to the Testicular Self Exam

See a Doctor Immediately:

If you notice any testicular lumps, bumps or irregularities see a doctor right away. Please keep in mind that not all lumps or irregularities are cancerous, however, only a doctor can make that determination. Waiting to see if it will go away will not help you.

There are guys that can have testicular cancer but not notice any changes in their testicle(s). That is why it is important to also know the other signs and symptoms of testicular cancer and contact your doctor if you are experiencing any of them.


Below is the continuation of the testicular self examination article telling what the signs and symptoms of Testicular Cancer are.



Testicular Cancer 101

What is Testicular Cancer? 

Testicular cancer can develop in one or both testicles. Most tumors are metastatic, meaning they have the ability to spread to other organs, such as the lymph system, lungs and brain, leading to serious illness or death.

Testicular cancer is rare, accounting for about 1% of all male cancers. However, testicular cancer is the most common form of cancer in men ages 15-35.

Every year, in the U.S., an estimated 8500 men are diagnosed with testicular cancer and 350 die from the disease. That averages to every hour of every day some man hears, “You have testicular cancer.”

Testicular cancer is one of the most treatable cancers, especially if caught early. If caught at an early stage, before it has spread, the survival rate is almost 100% but if caught at a late stage the rate drops to 74%.

Approximately 1 in 250 men will be diagnosed with testicular cancer. Thanks to early detection and advanced treatments, only approximately 1 in 5000 men will die from testicular cancer.

What are the Risk Factors for Testicular Cancer?

Testicular cancer is most often diagnosed in Caucasian men between the ages of 15-35. However, it can occur in men of any age and race.

Strong connections between certain lifestyles, habits or activities, such as bike riding, have not been made with testicular cancer.

Certain conditions such as undescended testicle(s), abnormal testicular development and a family history of testicular cancer may increase the odds of developing testicular cancer.

It is Important to remember that many men who develop testicular cancer have no risk factors at all.

What are the Signs of Testicular Cancer?

Men themselves, not doctors, find most testicular cancers as a painless lump or an enlargement or hardening of the testicle, this is why regular self-exams are so important. If you do notice any lumps or changes it is important to see a doctor immediately. Many men with testicular cancer do not feel ill and many times there is no pain involved.

Other Signs of Testicular Cancer are:

  • Any enlargement of a testicle
  • A significant loss of size in one of the testicles
  • A feeling of heaviness in the scrotum
  • A dull ache in the lower abdomen, back or in the groin
  • A sudden collection of fluid in the scrotum
  • Pain or discomfort in a testicle or in the scrotum
  • Enlargement or tenderness of the breasts


Are You a Man? THEN SELF EXAM!!!

Monthly self-testicular exams are important to notice changes in one’s testicles. Most testicular cancers are found by men themselves or their partner, very few are found by a physician. Self-testicular exams allow you to become familiar with your testicles thus making it easier to notice any changes. If you do notice any changes then see a doctor immediately.

It is best to do the self-testicular exam during or right after a warm shower or bath. The warmth relaxes the scrotum making the exam easier. Don’t be alarmed if one testicle seems slightly larger than the other, that’s normal. It is also normal that one testicle will hang lower than the other.

How to do a self testicular exam (see diagram examples)

1. If possible, stand in front of a mirror. Check for any swelling on the scrotal skin.

2. Examine each testicle with both hands. Place the index and middle fingers under the testicle with the thumbs placed on top. Firm but gently roll the testicle between the thumbs and fingers to feel for any irregularities on the surface or texture of the testicle.

3. Find the epididymis, a soft rope-like structure on the back of the testicle. If you are familiar with this structure, you won’t mistake it for a suspicious lump.

If you notice any lumps or irregularities see a doctor right away. Keep in mind that not all lumps or irregularities are cancerous, however, only a doctor can make that determination. Waiting to see if it will go away will not help you.


Now that you have learned how to do a self-exam just don’t throw that knowledge away.

Do your self-exam monthly; it can save your life.

A Discussion About Depression

Depression Is An Illness

I Googled: what percent of people have had severe depression? It is not a sin or a crime to be depressed. At some time or another, chances are that every person over the age of 18 has had at least one bout of depression. The Google inquiry provided the following information, and I copied one of the replies below.


Affects approximately 14.8 million American adults, or about 6.7 percent of the U.S. population age 18 and older in a given year. While major depressive disorder can develop at any age, the median age at onset is 32.5.

More prevalent in women than in men.


I then went to the website of the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) : www.nimh.nih.gov

There is a booklet that they have published called Depression: What You Need To Know. In the booklet there is basic information about depression such as its signs and symptoms.

About this booklet

This booklet, prepared by the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), provides an overview on depression. NIMH is part of the National Institutes of Health (NIH), the primary Federal agency for conducting and supporting medical research.

This booklet will help you learn the following four things that everyone should know about depression:

  • Depression is a real illness.
  • Depression affects people in different ways.
  • Depression is treatable.
  • If you have depression, you are not alone.

This booklet contains information on the signs and symptoms of depression, treatment and support options, and a listing of additional resources. It is intended for informational purposes only and should not be considered a guide for making medical decisions. Please review this information and discuss it with your doctor or health care provider. For more information on depression, please visit the NIMH website.

Here is the information about the booklet if you are interested in obtaining a copy for yourself, a loved one, or a friend.

Citing This Publication

U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, National Institutes of Health, National Institute of Mental Health. (2015). Depression (NIH Publication No. 15-3561). Bethesda, MD: U.S. Government Printing Office.

National Institute of Mental Health
Office of Science Policy, Planning, and Communications
Science Writing, Press, and Dissemination Branch
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Room 6200, MSC 9663
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Phone: 301-443-4513 or 1-866-615-NIMH (6464) toll-free
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Website: www.nimh.nih.gov



The information that I gave above was to provide you with professional advice. I am not a professional trained in anything having to do with depression of the human body. Any information that I give, except for when I say that I copied it from somewhere, is information from personal experience or from witnessing the behavior of someone going through whatever it is that they are going through. This goes for depression, having a broken bone, being in an automobile accident, having cancer. All of those are things that I have either had myself or witnessed someone close to me going through one ot more of them.  What I am about to relay to you is from my own experiences from the age of nine when my six month old baby sister died with a birth defect that the doctors didn’t even know that she had until they did the autopsy after she died.

I can definitely relate to the copy of the poster, shown at the beginning of this section and being shown again now, about depression.

Depression Is An Illness

At the time, I had never even heard the word depression. I just knew that I missed my baby sister, and I prayed to God for Him to take me and bring back my baby sister. I thought that my Mother and Step-Father needed her more than they needed me. This was because I thought that I had killed her. Earlier in the day, after she had died, I had overheard some neighborhood women talking about babies dying. They said that they had just read about a baby that had died because the brothers and sisters had suffocated it by putting too much baby powder on the baby. I was nine years old at the time. I had two brothers and one sister at that time. We all loved our half-sister. However, we were not allowed to hold her or pick her up, or do anything other than look at her. A few days before she died, I had to sneak to even put baby powder on her, just to see her smile. She loved having baby oil or baby powder put on her. So when I heard the neighborhood ladies saying what they were saying, I thought it was my fault. All I could do was cry and pray for God to take me. I was miserable. A few months later, I tried to go to God myself. If He wouldn’t take me, I would just have to go to Him by myself and try to convince Him to take me and to send my baby sister back. Obviously I was going through a bout of major and severe depression. I wasn’t crazy, nor was I contagious to anybody. I was having a hard time dealing with the death of my baby sister, and my thinking that it was my fault. I never told anyone what I had done, until many many years later. And yes, even for a little girl, it was a daily struggle. I became very withdrawn almost immediately after hearing those ladies talking. About the only things that I would do were go to school, go to Church and come home. I didn’t even want to play.

It wasn’t until my half-brother was born about a year later that I snapped out of it. He was born with a birth defect that the doctors diagnose when he was just a few weeks old. He was in and out of the hospital a lot. He was born with a defective immune system, and had to have gamma-globulin shots every week until he was five years old. At first the doctors would tell Mamma that they didn’t even know if he could live to be six months old. They would tell her “Let’s get him to six months old first, then we’ll talk about the future and what it may hold.” My Mother couldn’t handle it very well. When he my baby brother would wake up in the middle of the night, my Mamma would come and get me up to hold him until he went back to sleep. The doctors would always tell mamma and my Step-Father to let them get my baby brother to the next six month milestone. This went on until he was five years old. By the time he was five years old, his immune system had seemingly healed itself, and the doctors told my parents that they thought that my brother would be fine, and be able to live a long healthy life.

What I am trying to show is that depression can hit anyone at any age, but it is possible to get through it. Once I had my brother to concentrate on, I forgot about being so unhappy and wanting God to take me and send my baby sister back. And I had a lot of friends helping me too. Once the family moved away from where the baby had died, we all seemed to do a whole lot better. Having the new baby helped all of us except for my Mamma. She was so scared that my baby brother was going to die also, that she was sort of scared of getting close to him. She took care of him, she just wouldn’t let herself get as attached as she should. For the longest time, my little brother thought that I was his Mommy. And I loved it. I was old enough to babysit, so I did a lot of stuff with him and his little friends in the neighborhood. I would get all of his friends and bring them to my house and have like a pre-school and teach them their alphabet and their numbers. All of the little children (all under five years old) loved it, and I looked forward to it every time I did it. All of their parents loved it. I was a free babysitter for that hour or two whenever I had them at my house.

I know I got off on a tangent, but I thought it was necessary to show that, like the poster says, depression is an illness. It isn’t contagious, just a bad day or a phase that someone is going through. The person with it isn’t crazy, and no they can’t just pull their self up by their bootstraps. By no odd chance is it their identity. It is a daily struggle, they will get through it, and other people, especially their friends need to be patient and supportive of the person with the depression. I know it from experience.

There is another way that I know it from experience, and that is from a really bad time in my life when I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia all at the same time while I was visiting my family back home. This was in March of 1990. I had to stay an extra two weeks, because the doctors would not let me fly before the two weeks was up. After I got back to my house, I was being rushed to the hospital, every 7 to 10 days, with asthma attacks so bad that I couldn’t breathe. On June 9, 1990, I lost both my permanent full-time job that I had had for 16 years, and my permanent part-time job that I had had for five years. I was devastated, but too weak to put up too much of a fuss. I ended up in oxygen, and had to pull oxygen tanks around with me everywhere I went, and I had to wear a medical mask whenever I left my house. I was on Prednisone and therefore had a weakened immune system. If you had a cold and I caught it, it could go into Pneumonia on me. The Pneumonia that I had was micro-plasma-pneumonia. The worst kind for damaging your lungs. It took the doctors until April of 1993 to come up with the magical combination of medications to control all of my new medical conditions. In May of 1993, I started back to school at the local community college so that I could go back to work. I was pulling oxygen tanks behind me and was wearing a mask on my face when I started back, and I had just found out the week before I started to class that I was also diabetic. But nothing was going to stop me.

In conclusion, don’t let depression get you down. It is possible to get through it. I know from experience. I got through it against all odds.



Tears Are Good For Us

I have been told many times that tears are good, and that they help us to heal in different ways. Tears are like saline and help to lubricate the eyes and help to clean them. They are salty, and also have proteins in them. Since women cry more than men do, I would tend to say that they have to do with hormones too.

There have been stories told to me about some people that even set aside certain times to actually make their self cry. These people say that it helps to clear out the cobwebs, so to speak. The funniest part to me has always been that they say that they actually felt a lot better after they cried.

Sometimes when I cry, it seems to just wipe me out. Other times when I cry, it seems to invigorate me. That being the case, there could be something to it that it helps you feel better, and it’s really not funny at all.


I just went to Google, and found this at the URL


Not a dry eye: Weeping by numbers

20% of bouts of crying last longer than 30 minutes

8% go on for longer than one hour

70% of criers make no attempt to hide their crying

77% of crying takes place at home

15% at work or in the car

40% of people weep alone

39% of crying occurs in the evening, the most popular time compared with morning, afternoon, and night (16, 29 and 17 per cent respectively)

6-8pm is the most common time for crying

88.8% feel better after a cry

47: average number of times a woman cries each year

7: annual number of crying episodes for a man

Sob story: The science of tears

Three types of tear are produced by the lachrymal gland above the eye.

Continuous or basal tears, produced to keep the eye surface permanently moist and protected contain water, lipids or fats and proteins. They also contain compounds that protect against infections. Each blink of the eyelid spreads tears.

Reflex tears have a similar make-up and are a reaction to irritants or foreign objects.

Emotional tears have a different make-up including enkephalin, an endorphin and natural painkiller.


I have just barely scratched the surface about crying, as I now know after going to Google. There is a world of knowledge out there about crying and tears.

Dealing With Fear

I have heard it said many many times, both as a child and as an adult, “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.” This was first said by Franklin Delano Roosevelt in his inauguration address in 1933.


I Googled the word FEAR and the definition is below:

  1. 1.
    an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.
    “drivers are threatening to quit their jobs in fear after a cabby’s murder”
    synonyms: terror, fright, fearfulness, horror, alarm, panic, agitation, trepidation,                        dread, consternation, dismay, distress
  1. 1.
    be afraid of (someone or something) as likely to be dangerous, painful, or threatening.
    “he said he didn’t care about life so why should he fear death?”
    : be afraid of, be fearful of, be scared of, be apprehensive of, dread, live in fear of, be terrified of;
Now for the discussion. Keep in mind that what I am saying is my own opinion and I am not medically trained to give advice. I am only voicing the way that I see things. Do not take what I say for gospel truth. You have to decide for yourself if you think that what I have said will work for you. As there are way too many different types of fears to cover, I am only going to talk about a few of them.
Some Of The Many Fears Around Us
Probably the one most people think of first is the fear of the dark. We fear the dark because we cannot see what is in the dark, the unknown, and the dark is or contains the unknown, so we fear it. I used to be afraid of the dark also. Like so many children I feared the “Boogie Man” and the “Monster” that might be under my bed or in the closet. My solution to this was to sleep with a light on in the hallway. But every night before I went to bed I checked the closet and under the bed. Of course there was never anything in either place. So in essence, my fears were unfounded. But, this was back in the fifties and sixties. When I started babysitting for children in the neighborhood, I was the “so call it adult” figure in the house. If the children mentioned being afraid, I had to be the brave one and show them that there was nothing in the house to be afraid of. I made sure that all of the windows and doors were locked and all of the blinds, shades, and/or curtains were closed completely. Once these tasks were completed, the children very happily went to bed. After doing this many times, I realized that I had spent many hours being afraid of something that was not even real, and definitely not in the house. Noe days, I have a room darkening curtain up at my bedroom window, and I don’t like to sleep with any lights on in my bedroom. I do have a nightlight in the kitchen and in the bathroom, but only so that I can find my way in the dark and not bump into anything while going either place.
There are many people that have low self-esteem and are always afraid of what other people are going to think of them. This is especially true if there are any abnormalities about the person. To make my point on this I will try to quote a saying that I have heard a few times, but I may not get it correct, so bear with me. “We are not what others think we are, nor are we what we think are our self. We are, however, what we think others think we are.
When you stop and think about it, it is mostly true. If we think that someone else thinks that we are not attractive, then we act unattractive. If we think someone else thinks that we are pretty, then we “hold our head up and our shoulders straight”, so to speak, and we act pretty. Even people that have some type of abnormality tend to do this to a degree. If someone that is paralyzed thinks that everybody is looking down at him on account of it, then that person most likely will not be outgoing or very talkative. It is possible to see the hurt in their eyes. But if that person is smart and has been praised for being smart, that person is outgoing and talkative and you can see the gleam in his eyes. Why do we need to fear what others think about us? The answer is that we don’t. If we have done our best when doing anything, then we can be proud of our self. We can be outgoing and talkative, knowing that at any given time we have done our best. After all, it is not what is on the outside that counts. It is what is on the inside, in our heart and mind, that counts. Don’t get me wrong, there are some very mean people that think they are the best at everything, but we can’t let these types of people have a bad influence on us. We have to stay strong to what we believe.
Some fears concern everyday things like the water, or even going outside. The fears can be so bad that the person does not take a bath or go outside at all. These types of fears cannot be handled alone. The person needs to work with a therapist on how to overcome these fears. For instance, someone afraid of the water can work with a therapist and the therapist can help them to not be afraid by first just touching the water with the tips of their fingers. Once the person feels comfortable doing this, then they can put their whole hand in the water at one time, and so on until they are able to, let’s say go to the beach, and put their toes in the water, at the edge of the beach. By this time, they possibly are washing their hands or even taking a bath. The person that is afraid to go outside needs to do the same thing and work with a therapist. They can start by just looking outside first. Then they can start to open the door a little, and just stand in the doorway. Next they may go out on the s porch, the step, or the hall outside their door. This would depend on whether or not they lived in an apartment building with everybody’s apartment door leading out into one big hallway, or if the person had a porch. You can get the picture. But it is by taking little steps or doing just a little bit toward facing the fear that will help the person to overcome the fear.
There are some fears that are not as “Tangible” as these, meaning they don’t concern anything that you can touch. These fears concern things like money problems or health problems. It may sound silly, but it has been a proven fact that most of what people worry about on an intangible level never comes to pass anyway, so we have wasted our precious time by worrying and being afraid of whatever it was that was bothering us. I have tried to have the mindset that if whatever it is needs to be good and it turns out not to be good, then I am no worse off for it. By the same token, if it does turn out to be good then I am better off for it. In other words, I try really hard to talk myself out of being afraid and worrying about a whole lot of things. Strangely enough, when I do this, I am much happier than when I don’t do it. In other words, when I am afraid or worrying about something, then I stay upset and feel bad. That doesn’t help anything one bit, so why do it?