#2368 Saturday 5th April

Naomi is in hospital for the sleeve op.  She's not happy as it has had a hiccup.

I'm doing "Kaylia Duty"..... as long as her routine is followed closely, she's happy.  We've been out to the op shops and she has a collection of new dvds that she 'processes'.....  this means removing any sticky tape and then watching a few minutes of each one.   Then at 4.30pm she can have bacon and eggs.  She's happy.  Sometimes I feel guilty that I'm using her routines to manage her. 

#2367 Thursday 27th March

Kaylia is enjoying the dance sessions on Mondays and Thursdays.....

#2366 Thursday 20th March

This one is self explanatory.....

This morning Kaylia has enjoyed her time at the dance group.... 

In four years life will seem boring! 

#2365 Tuesday 18th March

 Yesterday Kaylia was with Jenny .... driving back down the Gt Northern Highway from New Norcia.  Jenny used her handsfree to send me a message that they'd be late.  The phone created the message as ".... coming from New Nausea." !!!

The biopsy of my kidney that I had a few weeks ago was a dud!  It only collected dead tissue.  So I have to have the biopsy again tomorrow.  The aim is to collect live cells so that they can see if it is cancerous.  If not cancerous, then the kidney doesn't have to be removed.  The urologist thinks it may well be the baddy ie cancer .... but he wants to be sure before a big operation is undertaken.

Kaylia is very stable and happy .... as long as her world proceeds along the usual path, then her anxiety levels are low.  Even when things are upset, her faith in us is such that she can cope with a lot.... she can communicate that she doesn't like it.

#2364 Monday 10th March

 Ah .... such a sad time is upon us ...

Last night several posts came up .... long videos of speakers at the European Parliament.  The sentiments consistently expressed were views and ideas which I fully support.  There were some very eloquent speakers  .... they all came across as genuine .... not AI.

The speeches give hope .... recognizing that a tough time faces us .... but emphasizing that European nations must act ... together to face the threats of this new age

#2363 Sunday 9th March

Today has been the usual op shop crawl with nothing unusual to make it especially different.  We go to Kalamunda first.... and then to Balcatta for another two op shops.  Along the way we grab some lunch.  Then it's homeward bound.  The afternoon is spent playing with the DVDs that she's added to the collection. 

This text below was a post on FB that I thought worthy of sharing. 

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?

What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?

A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,

Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.

And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.

I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.

And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.

It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,

And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells

I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.

Not a cranky old man .

Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

#2362 Thursday 6th March

 It's very sad to be in times such as these.  Just when we hope that times are getting better .... something comes along to completely change the way we see the world.  

 

 .... and we ponder "How could they make such a mess of their systems??"

Fortunately Kaylia is completely oblivious to all the turmoil.  She is so happy and brimming over with cheerfulness.  I often see her just gazing at Naomi ... her world is complete while she is with her mummy and daddy.