Christmas Eve
 

I just wanted to stop by again and leave an update for friends in our community here at the Planet.

Each day that goes by, I get better, then I'm not better better, but I'm doing all I can to assist my recovery. I might have some level of disability, though. But in any case, I plan to enjoy life and continue to be of service at work, if it turns out that I can return to work (at all).

More importantly, I want to ask for good thoughts and prayers and lots of healing light, for my boyfriend -- Juan.

Before Juan found me at the nursing home and began to woo me, he told me about nearly dying from colon cancer and how his family abandoned him, left him for dead, never cared about him or came to see him at the hospital or nursing home. Juan is 52, fearless, strong as hell, fucking funny, and I adore him to heaven and back. He's going into the hospital next week for second rounds of chemo and radiation treatments. His nursing team says that if he survives the next rounds of treatment, that he's got a second chance to live, again.

So, Juan and I are drawing especially close together this weekend, as we prepare for a rough week ahead.

Please keep us in your prayers for the best outcome ever.

Love,
Kātzchen

Since I was here last time, I thought I'd give an update tonight :

My Sweetheart is very ill... but his latest rounds of chemo is taking a toll on him, emotionally and physically. For a couple of days, I lost track of him but we caught up with each other last night. Thank heavens. It's not easy on either of us when our health situations are not good. Worse, even after all the years he's been in the states, his English is very broken and his accent is very strong. So if we have to catch up by phone, he gets frustrated when I can't understand him. We understand each other perfectly when we're together physically, but factor in horrible cell phone coverage service, and it's not pretty (lol or not).

I just endured a terrible day, but I'll be okay. I had my own "triority" in progress this morning, when my driver service failed to show up for my hard to get Dr appt. Fortunately, because I'm a relentless task master and on top of my priorities, the Dr office was willing to reschedule my two hour long assessment to day after tomorrow. I might not be back at work yet, but my job right now is taking care of me and managing my weekly doctor appts and therapeutic exercises. My Pt guy just extended my therapy for another 30 days, and on top of it, ordered more nursing care at home and scheduled another urgent Dr appt tonight because my blood pressure is spiraling off the charts and I need intervention asap. It looks like I will have to take BP medication to stabilize my health condition.

I try earnestly to minimize my stress levels, because I get stressed out over almost anything lately. My nursing team meets in the morning to map.out another plan to help stabilize my condition. I'm so grateful for everyone on my team.

I spoke by phone with my new lady friends from the nursing home today: My former elderly room mate is seemingly doing well. My card playing friend, Susie, is not doing well. She might be relocated to a nursing home closer to where her husband lives.... she is happy to go home, so to speak, but she'll be sad to lose the company of friend's she has made at the nursing home where we met each other. I told her that first chance I get, when I'm well enough to drive again, maybe by summer, I will drive over to see her. Hopefully by then, Juan will be out of the woods and we'll both go and make a long weekend trip together to go see Susie and her husband.

Thanks for all the good thoughts and wishes for wellness. It means a lot to both Juan and I.

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Lighting a candle for a former coworker and his wife. They were involved in a terrible accident today. They were hit head-on by a dump truck trying to pass. She was airlifted and they don't expect him to live. Praying for these two and their family.

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Lighting many candles today...it's been a horrendous week...

For my friends who lost their 15 yr old daughter due to an unforeseen accident

For my friends who lost their husband and father to his battle with cancer

For my friend who was just notified today her sister just didn't wake up this morning...

For my friend the best DJ in all South Texas...miss you Music man

For all of us who mourn the loss of a loved one...

For my aunt and cousin who are both in ICU right now. My aunt had to have emergency surgery for a bleeding ulcer and my cousin who attempted suicide. It's been a rough couple days.

Lighting a candle.
 

For the people of the USA and a sage burning starting Friday to end on Saturday morning to help safe guard against bad ju ju!

I am so sorry to hear this about your family. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts.

My best,
Chad

Thank you, Chad. it is much appreciated.

Thanks Clay. It means a lot to me. Both are improving. It was a scary and stressful few days.

I appreciate everyone's thoughts and prayers.

I'm lighting a candle for mankind :candle: and one for the U.S. :candle: Because we need them.

The Sad Grave of Kate McCormick

***TRIGGER WARNING***


In a quiet corner of the Elmwood Cemetery, Memphis oldest active, is the grave of 21 year old woman who died after childbirth on February 1, 1876. The tombstone on her grave read:

Kate McCormick Seduced and pregnant by her father's friend
Unwed, she died from abortion, her only choice.
Abandoned in life and death by family.
With but a single rose from her mother.
Buried only through the kindness of unknown benefactors.
Died Feb.1875 (sic) age 21.

Victim of an unforgiving society
Have mercy on us.


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Kate McCormick, whose real name was Kate Simpson, was a “handsome young woman of about twenty-one years of age” from Humboldt, Tennessee. Kate was seduced and made pregnant by a shoemaker named George Burgess, who was her father’s friend, under the false promise of marrying her. When he failed to follow through, Kate was so disgraced that she left her hometown and came to Memphis.

Three weeks before Christmas, Kate came to Dr. Johnson in Memphis and told him her story and asked the doctor to abort her child. Dr. Johnson later told the court that he had advised her not to commit abortion as it was against the law, and she went away. Three weeks later, on a Saturday night, Kate secured a room at a boardinghouse run by Mrs. Widrig, where she delivered a dead baby girl the following morning. When Mrs. Widrig learned that Dr. Johnson had been attending her, her suspicions were aroused and she asked Katie to tell her the whole truth. Kate broke down and confessed.

“Mrs. Widrig, I think my time is short,” she told Mrs. Widrig. “Dr. Johnson gave the medicine to destroy my child; tell Dr. Johnson that I promised not to deceive him or tell any person but the time has come when I can keep the secret no longer; I paid Dr. Johnson twenty-five dollars for the medicine; he gave me the medicine some three weeks ago and said if it did not work in six days it would be a failure; I took the medicine from Dr. Johnson to kill my child and paid him twenty-five dollars for it.'"

Kate died a short while later. An inquest was held where the jury found Dr. Johnson guilty of murder by committing an abortion.

Kate’s mother was called upon but she had no desire to pay the last sad tribute to the ashes of her daughter, evidently more troubled about the publicity given to the affair than about the fate of her erring and unfortunate child. She instructed that her deceased daughter be not interred near her home, but buried in Memphis instead.

More than a century later, the plight of Katie McCormick touched the sympathetic sentiment of a thoughtful lady who paid for a marker to be placed at the young woman's grave in September 1997, bearing the inscription cited in the beginning of this article.

A lovely tribute as it was, “however,” as Nashville Daily American wrote, “her actual interment may have been considerably less theatrical than this inscription suggests, as it attributes a lovely gesture by her mother which was probably not made, after all and her benefactors were not unknown, one being a newspaper reporter and the other a kind-hearted saloonist.”


* To anyone who says Hillary is no better, a big FU!

I guess that I misunderstood the situation. My aunt has cancer. She is still recovering from the surgery but is home now. She has a long road ahead. I will keep her in my thoughts. I would appreciate any good energy that goes her way.

Chad

Lighting a candle for those who aren't safe in their own homes or communities or countries.

Lighting a candle for people everywhere to see with clear eyes.

Lighting a candle for the brave, for the scared, for the lost, for the oppressed.

Lighting a candle for people whose hurt outweighs their happiness.

Lighting a candle for my friend and former boss who is starting a new job. She put up with a lot of verbal and emotional abuse at our last job and I'm hopeful that this new job will be a wonderful experience for her. She is a very sweet and caring person and she deserves peace of mind at work.:praying:

I saw my aunt yesterday she has lost a lot of weight. She lost her hair too. She has a bunch more treatments ahead. I hope she is strong enough to fight for a while longer.

I will keep her in my thoughts.

Hey all! Please, please send out prayers and positive healing vibes for me!! I fell at work on Friday night and did something to my right leg. I'm praying it's just a pulled muscle. It does feel a little better today than yesterday and I'm walking better. Yesterday when I went to the walk in clinic I was limping bad. I'm about to start my new job in a week so I can't afford to be hurt now!! I don't want to have to turn down my new job since it's such a great opportunity for me. I've already prayed to the Goddess and I'm staying as positive as possible. I keep telling myself it's just a pulled myself and I'll be fine.....:praying::praying::praying::praying::pray ing::praying: