January, I suffered a stroke. It has not been easy adjusting to my new body but I am determined to keep going forward. Prior to his Stroke, I was recovering from Infusion surgery and dealing with an eye disorder called Oscillopsia. An Acoustic Neuroma tumor took the hearing in my right ear and I was using a walker to get around. Now with the stroke, I am learning to walk again with limited use of my left side. But still, I am determined to keep going. The old adage says when life serves you Lemons make what? yes, Lemonade. This is what I try to do every single day. Brain surgery was hard but I stayed patient and held on to my faith. Lemonade. I am doing the same thing now. Beyonce did it and turned her pain into millions through song. I write to you. Writing is hard because this app works best on an IPad. Still, the possibility of making Lemonade is just too exciting to pass up. Soon I press/type geytting these words out of my soul and to our eyes. bouncing all the way for me. Let me encourage you , Just don’t give up, Make Lemonade.Play good music sharpen your brain and have a little fun. No matter what Lemonade is great tasting, quite refreshing. sweet and tarty like life! It requires squeezing and gentle pouring vigorous stirring and the sound of cackling cold ice that can cause your mouth to run water. but stay with it. each time I try to step or do things on my own it feels like squeezing or cackling ice. but I realize that if I stay the course. that refreshing drink will keep me coming back for more. Thank you for following me. please like and share!
I have been out of the loop for a minute.so as I sit here on this early morning. I m filled with a need to just write. to write anything is epic. to blog is even more! So many things are running through my mind this early morning. ‘listening to ” King Jesus”. I am back to my Mel’s Facebook Live! as of May27th, 2019. It was in request to my voice teacher, Tracy who told me to resume my life! I had missed it. the getting dressed for it. hair and makeup lipstick earrings and serious positive attitude. I am excited to do it even though my voice is not where I want it to be. words are my friends so I don’t abuse them. but on this morning I am excited to be out of bed and dressed. I had a stroke on January 28th, 2019, and I am choosing to thank God each day for what I have left. I am excited to move each day. I do get a little nervous because my left-hand doesn’t listen to me anymore. So each day I have to do my exercises to re-stimulate my left side. Writing is important to me. So here I am reaching out my way. wanting people to know that I am alive and want to do more. More begins with a positive mental attitude! like an eagerness to glorify God, we, I guess you figured out I am a Christian person. What faith are you?? Bob Dylan wrote a lyric that sings, ‘You gonna serve somebody” Shirley Caesar covered his song and added,” why not let it be the Lord?” My choice is made. My life is His. But today as I live with a new body after a stroke and surviving Pulmonary Embolisms, I am just so grateful, so very grateful to be alive! I think everyone should find a reason to be grateful. so as I begin this day, I feel a need to try and connect with a long lost relative. I have no idea how I will find him. but I will begin and that there is half the battle. Thank you for reading please like and share.
My Ipad broke and I just could not get back to you. It has been a while. But on this last day of the year, I loudly declare that I.am.back.
Oh, and I am back in a vivacious way! To write about me life and struggles///me joys me happy tears! So excited to be back and to be able to do this! More to come but for now…Happy Last Day of the year.
Very long and blog type writing/just letting you know. So get coffee, Danish, food, meds….take a seat or lay down…but should you start this…please read it until the end…just because you can…..
Day 791–I have not known what to write to you this day. Yes, because I missed yesterday. I did not FBLive or write. Such a tragedy to lose a day.
However, there is a reason. It is a reason I hate to admit but ,,9it is the truth verified by my doctor. ‘
1. I forgot to remember that my disability halts me to pick m my heavier paintings and in an effort to work I lifted beyond my capacity and my tumor and the muscles around my neck reacted. Yes. I went to the doctor and I am better. ,
2. Spray painting up close and down on the floor (where I placed my work for easier access) caused a terrible allergic reaction. ,Yes. My wonderful doctor called in a prescription. Yes. It is working.
3. With all this going on my eyes are like a kaleidoscope on steroids. My doctor on looked very concerned about this matter she nor my team of physicians can conquer.
All that being written, I press on. My brother Ravnell Gregory, had me laughing so hard this morning I had to take medicine and just listen to Chopin to calm my brain and this tumor down….are you still reading?…okay ….just a little more…
.no I will not get preachy….just allowing the music and muse2 guide my brain on what to share…..
Confirmation that this is really long is that I have a list of things I want to do….but at this moment must wait.
Yes, Vandy L. Jackson, this is more of a blog that a status 🙂 but my WordPress app won’t work so here we are with all this flowing from my brain into my fingers while Chopin goes on and on…fingers precisely hitting the keys and restoring a faith in myself that seemed lost for a little while.
Disabled ness is a daily mental fight to do what I can fervently….injuring myself is apart of it… but when my injury slays me or is at a halt..omg//….I feel useless.
So there, are no Ha Ha or Kee kee’s through this….just me in my art room with a very bright light shining over a duller light and a piano playing without commercial interruption as the rain softly hits the ground in a type of soothing syncopation. It makes me think about the fact that We are on our way into 2018…we have overcome…we have lived…we have made it….we choose good, bad, indifferent….but at least we chose…we moved…we did something. I am grateful to my doctors, to God and to you FB family.
People say Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
That is a lie. Words hurt.
Not only that but they sting and can separate.
But words can also reveal the truth of a person. You know?
Yes, The way they talk to me. Their tone of voice…Always blaming me….slamming doors…cussing….walking out of the house and not saying goodbye….those things hurt me.
Telling me it is all my fault.
Analyzing me without a degree and with a history of torrid relationships.
So what is it I an do about these words and actions of others toward me?
Well, first I have learned to get away from the power of harshness through mediation and by prayer.
I focus on me.