This Sunday morning, here in the Northeast corner of Georgia is absolutely beautiful. I woke up and walked to my back patio, and felt the cool east wind gently blowing and watching the squirrels and chipmunks scramble around searching for food.
I watered seven-year-old Prince William’s little garden plot, which already has tiny green tomatoes, then watered the seven beautiful ferns hanging from my patio gazebo. Other hanging baskets of geraniums and petunias blooming profusely. Fenced in backyard lawn freshly mowed, and everything felt so good, quiet and peaceful.
I then walked to my front door and looked down the street at the row of houses, with their well-manicured lawns, and no one was out, and no traffic on the street this early. There was peace, quiet and beauty all around me. I felt wonderful and walked back through my television room, where the news was on.
The report was about Obamacare, the socialized health legislation slated for a ruling from the supreme court on Monday. No one knows the outcome, but everyone is speculating on the decision. Listening to the news, I stopped short when I thought I heard the newscaster say, “vomit-care.” Surely I must have misunderstood. But that’s what I thought I heard.
Then I went to my computer and began reading emails, comments and current news stories. One story heading: “Top Doctor Chilling Claims, The NHS Kills Off 130,000 Patients Every Year.” A story suggesting the equivalent of euthanasia of the elderly, that is killing off patients difficult to manage.
Suddenly my wonderful feeling of euphoria on this lovely Sunday morning switched over to concern about my own life, and experiences with doctors and hospitals, because I’m one of those people “difficult to manage” when it comes to doctors and hospitals. I question everything, and reject much of their advice and analysis. However, I’ve reached a state where I require some medical care.
I was always quite healthy up until about six years ago when I encountered some health problems, and have seen a number of doctors and taken so many tests, it’s difficult to keep track.
Just last week went to hospital for a Pet/ct. A procedure that costs $7,387.00. An amazing machine and procedure that prints out a picture and report of my entire internal body. Along with the image came a five page detailed report, and among other things stated, “There is a descending thoracic aortic aneurysm,” which Dept of Radiology authenticated. A rather disturbing revelation, relative to my little heart ticker. Which brings on some serious decisions as to what to do about it. I haven’t yet decided.
As an octogenarian, reading that report this morning about how the older generation is being knocked off in hospitals, concerns me. However I’m the type person when faced with a major decision about anything, I turn it over to My Higher Power and wait for directions as to which way to go. And that’s where I Am at the moment. My next step is hearing what a heart surgeon has to say, regarding my options, according to the analysis of a “specialist.”
I keep hearing my mother say, “A specialist is an out of town doctor.”
Then I returned to watching the squirrels play and search for food, and listening to the birds sing, feel a deep appreciation for this beautiful peaceful Sunday morning, and remind myself the Universe is unfolding as it should, and unconcerned about the decisions of the Supreme court tomorrow and the decisions I face regarding my health and well-being. And it’s in this connection I’m feeling quite peaceful about tomorrow and the next day.
Reminding myself that Freedom is self-responsibility and self-control, and whatever happens is my responsibility, based upon my decisions, after listening to what others say. Reminding myself what the medical profession says is subjective, but the five page, machine generated petscan is quite objective.
I have had a wonderful and interesting life, and remind myself, I’m not like the grass, here to stay just passing through. I’m divinely blessed with a wonderful supportive family, relative to any decisions I make for myself, and I’m surrounded with love and light.
Growing up, my mother had my bedroom wall plastered with placards of wise sayings and I recall one which read: “Life is real, Life is earnest and the grave is not its goal.”
In the news, there’s a constant reminder that everyone is going to be affected by the decisions of the Supreme court, and their interpretation of Obamacare. In my opinion, the thing which affects us the most is the decisions we make for ourselves, not what “others” say, think and do. A reminder, the responsibility for our actions and decisions are non-transferrable.
LET FREEDOM RING
JUST ME AC