I was wondering the same? Cymy Sue's mother has COPD, as you know that is what my mother recently died from. It is such a horrible disease to watch someone go through. I know my mom is not suffering anymore but it is so tough on me. I hear a song she liked, I just break down and cry. I quit the anti-depressants the doctor put me on, I thought I was tough, I guess I am not, but....I don't like anti-depressants either. I will get through it, it is just too soon to deal with.
Now on a happier thought...I am totally miserable with my back, my tmj, my headaches, my "loose screws", other than that, life is life, uggh! Keep smiling!
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach
with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes
from his life. For each scene, he noticed two
sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging
to him, and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed
before him, he looked back at the foot-
prints in the sand. He noticed that many
times along the path of his life there was
only one set of footprints. He also noticed
that it happened at the very lowest and
saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he
questioned the Lord about it. "Lord,
you said that once I decided to follow you,
you would walk with me all the way. But I have
noticed that during the most troublesome
times in my life, there is only one set of foot-
prints. I don't understand why when I
needed you most you would leave me."
The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,
I love you, and would never leave
you. During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."
He's carrying all of us. Be strong. Things will get better.
My Mother is not feeling well. She is mostly staying in. It seems going outside has started to cause asthma attacks.
She had tests last week and we'll get the results tomorrow.
With progressing COPD and several other health problems, I don't know if she will get very much better. I'm spending as much time with her as I can.
Thank you both for thinking of me & my Mother,
Footprints was my mother's favorite poem. It was on her obituary, the song was sang at her funeral, and her footprints plaque was buried with her, along with pictures of her grandkids that she loved so much. She was an avid owl collector, had over 600 in her collection. I am having a headstone made in black marble with snow owls on a tree limb. On the other side is the poem footprints. I think it will be beautiful. It is the last thing I can do for my mom and I know she is smiling down from heaven.God, I miss her!!!
I can say, I know what you are dealing with. I hope things get better but with COPD, they just seem to get worse. The little air sacs in the lungs just don't do their jobs anymore when this disease progresses. My mom had pneumonia so many times the last year, she was always in the hospital. She was tough and a fighter but she got tired.
God looked around the garden,
and found an empty space.
He looked down upon the earth,
and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you,
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
for he only takes the best.
He knew that you were weary,
and he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would
never be well on earth again.
He saw the roads were getting rough,
and the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids,
and whispered peace be thine.
I think of this poem to keep from losing what is left of my mind! Time heals all wounds and I will heal but right now, it is still to fresh.
Take care and hope your mom gets better.
The headstone that you're having made for your Mother sounds beautiful. She will be looking down from heaven smiling at what her 'Elaine' has given her. It sounds like you had a very special relationship with your Mother. I know that you miss her and your feelings are still raw, but it hasn't been very long. In time, things will get better. Trust me. I know, it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. Time does heal all wounds, it doesn't mean that you forget though.
I've always loved 'Footprints'. I never knew that there was a song, though. I have plaques all over my home with it. It's always helped me. I feel that 'He' carries me a lot. I really like your poem and have printed it out, it hits home with me. Thank you for sharing it.
I know that you're so filled with hurt now, but it will turn into peace. Give yourself time and take care of yourself, too.
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I hope that you're taking care of yourself, too. I'm sorry to hear that your Mother isn't doing well. I hope that her tests come out okay. Let us know, we care about you both. The both of you are in my prayers.
How are you & Mike? Is he feeling any better?
I'm still reading through tons of information. Some about surgery, some about treatment or the lack of appropriate treatment.
It still boils down to finding a Dentist/Specialist who understands all aspects of the TMJD Problems we have.
I am seeing more information on the muscular problems of TMJD. Regardless of the cause of TMJD, whether there's disc or joint damage or if you get hurt in some way or your bite is off, the worst of the problems seems to come from what the muscles do in compensating.
I was told a lot of this almost a year ago by my Dentist. I thought at the time, he was talking about "Long-term TMJD" problems or "After Surgery" affects.
It seems this is not the case. It also seems very few Doctors understand this and treat appropriately.
I made a post to cally and explained to her in my case, muscles changes were very obvious. In most cases, it's what we don't see that is causing the most pain and symtoms.
I hope you have found or will find someone soon who can treat Mike's problems with this kind of knowledge.
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I didn't know their was a song, "Footprints" either until just before my mom died. One of my mom's health nurses, brought her an album with the song on it.It is by Chrisy Lane and it is beautiful. I was sitting on the floor at my mom's house, recording three of her favorite songs on a cassette. She just sat there and cried. She said, "I know what you are doing" I was recording the songs I was going to have played at her funeral. The doctor told her she had six months and we were supposed to be able to talk about it, we couldn't. So when the six months ended up being only six weeks, I was devistated. We never got to say goodbye...
Thanks for you kind words.