Self Reflection, The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Good

imageSelf reflection can be a vicious circle.  Like staring into a mirror and not really getting an answer.

The good, the bad, the ugly, but trust yourself because the answer that you know in your heart will be the good.

You don’t have to make everybody happy.   But you do have to be true to yourself.    If you are, you will ultimately be the good.

 

 

 

Guest Blog Post Monty, My Human Brother’s Sock

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Hi my name is Monty and I am a regular guest blogger here on sanseilife.   My story today?  My human brother’s sock.

I have three brothers. Rommy, Roscoe and the human aka Treat Master.

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He doesn’t come often enough and he doesn’t stay long enough when he does come, I miss him terribly.

I think mom misses him too so when she saw me carrying around his sock she let me keep it because I wasn’t chewing it up. I think she understands that his scent is like perfume to my brain and it’s a wonderful wonderful feeling, almost like having him here with me!

I am hoping for Treat Master to come soon for  another visit. I know he’ll be especially pleased I didn’t chew up his sock!

 

 

The Courageous Art of Blogging

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Every blog I visit is a creative wonderland.

Every one of you is an amazing artist. Sharing your innermost thoughts, feeding my soul!

You invite us into your world with your words, stories, photographs, poems, drawings, painting, crafts and more.   Each of you in your own unique way.

You are brave.

Thank you  for sharing your amazing self!

 

 

 

Guest Blog Post Monty, My Human Brother

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Hi my name is Monty and I am a regular guest blogger here on sanseilife.   My story today?  My human brother.

I have three brothers. Rommy, Roscoe and the human.

We can’t remember his human name but we call him Treat Master because he’s the only one of the four of us that can open this container:

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He is also the only of my brothers that will cuddle me and let me snuggle. He likes naps almost as much as I do.

When mom says “What are you boys up to?” he’s included in the pack!

 

Stephen King Thrift Store Rescue and Mystery Photograph

 

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I love to rescue random things from the Thrift Store.

I love reading Stephen King.

Somehow I missed reading this novel “Under the Dome”.  I have discovered it was also made into a tv series.

When I saw it at the Thrift Store, no brainer, rescue it and when I finish reading it I’m putting it in the Little Free Library aka Book Exchange at the end of the parking lot at work.

When I got home I found this picture tucked inside the book.

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A real mystery, nothing written on the back.  A mystery picture inside a Stephen King book deserves a story, don’t you think?

Meet Mark and Julia, happy here but will that last?

Mark cannot resist buying anything with an “M” on it, hence the green cap from Michigan State University.  He someday hopes to go to Michigan State, Montana State, well you get the picture.

Mark does not understand the allure of a good mystery, horror or fantasy novel.  He loves autobiographies followed by biographies.  Before Julia met Mark she read all of Stephen King’s books.

After she met Mark she took up making jewelry, specifically necklaces.  She made the necklaces worn in the picture.

Mark loves to run and he takes his dad’s German Shepherd Max for a run almost every day.  The morning this picture was taken a hooligan squirrel chattered at Max from a tree and Max  instinctively ran in front of Mark tripping him up with the leash. The emergency room visit revealed no broken bones but a badly sprained wrist from throwing his arm out to break his fall.  The sling  is just to keep that wrist quiet for a few days.

Mark and Julia had a huge misunderstanding which led to mutual agreement to give their relationship a break.  One of the first things Julia did was to purchase the latest Stephen King novel, one she was dying to read “Under the Dome”.  One of the heroines in the book is named Julia and she was intrigued.

This picture was pinned to the cork board in her hallway, a place where she could see it every day, but now she removed the picture to use as a bookmark….

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Mark has called Julia and invited her to lunch. He mentioned that during their break he got hooked on this series on television called Under the Dome which is based on a book by Stephen King.  Isn’t that the guy Julia used to read all the time?  He thought perhaps, as a shared and bonding activity, they could read Stephen King novels together.   As Julia was racing out of the house to meet Mark she tucked the book Under the Dome in her bag along with the matching his and her necklaces she had just finished making.

 

 

A Perfect Ending

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I really don’t care for April Fool’s Day.  It was on April Fool’s Day 1984 when my brother had to call me and my sister and tell us our father had passed away.

This last Memorial Day weekend I had a chance to talk with someone who was with my dad during his last moments.

My dad was a Life Master bridge player and was competing in a tournament with one of his favorite partners, Masa.  He and Masa had been doing well and he was reviewing some of their results.  He just gently crumpled forward and at first Masa thought he was clowning around, fainting because they were doing so well.

It quickly became obvious that something was wrong and an announcement was made for anyone with medical training to come to his assistance.  There were doctors and other medical people playing in the tournament and he had immediate attention.  Unfortunately he had some kind of massive heart failure and had slipped away very quickly and quietly.

He was gone in just a moment with no pain, doing something he loved to do, surrounded by his friends and peers.

Here is my dad at one of his favorite activities, teaching bridge!

FEB 18 1971, FEB 20 1971, FEB 24 1971; Y-Wives Gets Lesson in Bridge; Sam Matsumoto gives a lesson in bridge at Aurora Y-Wives class. The classes, which meet each Wednesday at the First Presbyterian Church, 1585 Kingston St., also include yoga, painting, and stitchery and ceramics. There are also classes for preschool youngsters. Seated at the table are, from left, Joan Elliott, Emily Corey, Pat Myers and Bernice Yoder. The children's classes are at the same hours.; (Photo By John Prieto/The Denver Post via Getty Images)
FEB 18 1971, FEB 20 1971, FEB 24 1971; Y-Wives Gets Lesson in Bridge; Sam Matsumoto gives a lesson in bridge at Aurora Y-Wives class. The classes, which meet each Wednesday at the First Presbyterian Church, 1585 Kingston St., also include yoga, painting, and stitchery and ceramics. There are also classes for preschool youngsters. Seated at the table are, from left, Joan Elliott, Emily Corey, Pat Myers and Bernice Yoder. The children’s classes are at the same hours.; (Photo By John Prieto/The Denver Post via Getty Images)

Masa reminded me that dad’s last moments were doing something he loved.

How often do you hear someone say “I hope I go in my sleep”?

I was visiting him and my mom that morning and remember him getting ready to play in the tournament.  He was going to have a fun and happy day.

Thank you Masa for making a sad memory a happy one too!

 

Guest blog post Roscoe: Addison’s Disease Update

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Hi my name is Roscoe and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife with an update on living with Addison’s disease.

When my mom rescued me from Colorado Puppy Rescue they told her that I had been found on the streets alone, at less than six weeks old.

I was skin and bones, you could see my backbones even though they had been feeding me for several days so I must’ve been really in bad shape when they found me.   Thank goodness I don’t remember much of it.

I’ve been sick a lot.  Even before my diagnosis of Addison’s disease. One thing that was strange was I never had much fur and Mom never needed to brush me.

Since I have been on my hormone replacement injections every month I’ve been feeling much better and my fur has been growing like crazy!

I haven’t let her brush me since my fur started to thicken and after over a year I was really scruffy. Because of my delicate temperament from being a stray as a young puppy mom has a soft spot and if I put my paw down she relents.

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Finally she was able to talk me into a partial grooming (she let me sit in her chair while she sat on the footstool) and I let her do about one third of my body  before I got bored and put my paw  down.  She  got enough fur to make a whole new puppy  – a mini me  – a mini Roscoe!

Don’t tell mom but it actually kind of felt good until I got anxious and had to put a stop to it. I’ll probably let her do it again but  she’ll have to give me another premium treat.

I haven’t decided what I’m going to hold out for, I have pretty heavy paws  and mom is a pretty big wimp so I can get a premium treat of some kind if I keep patient.

I’ll keep you posted dear readers.

Oh by the way that’s just part of a snack on my nose not another disease!

Guest blog post Roscoe: Living with Addison’s Disease

 

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Hi my name is Roscoe and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife. My story?

I have a life threatening condition called Addison’s Disease.

It started out a couple of years ago where I just was not feeling well.  My mom took me to the emergency vet and they did blood tests.  Nothing.  I was at the regular vet several times over the next couple of weeks for more tests including blood tests. Nothing.

Mom was really worried about me.  She would wake up and check on me constantly. One morning she checked on me about 6am.  She was exhausted and fell back to sleep but my brother Monty woke her up barking a little after 7am.  He ran down the hall and led her to me.  I was unconscious.  Affectionately known as an Addisonian Crisis!

Mom is not much bigger than me but she picked me up (90lbs of loving fur) and carried me to the car and rushed me to the emergency vet.  The vet that was on duty took one look at me and said “I know what is wrong with him, I’ve seen this before, he needs a shot immediately, if we wait for test results you are going to lose him.  Its not cheap.”

Mom said without batting an eye “Give him the shot. I am not worried about the cost.”  Within an hour of the shot and after being put on intravenous fluids I was starting to come out of the coma and that was when I learned I had Addison’s Disease.

Addison’s disease is caused by a lower than normal production of hormones, such as cortisol, by the adrenal glands. Adrenal hormones are necessary to control salt, sugar and water balance in the body.  I had all the classic symptoms of weakness, no appetite, diarrhea, depression and anxiousness but I was atypical and every blood test came back normal.

It is not known what happens to the adrenal glands, perhaps it is auto immune or a tumor.  I have had an ultrasound and the tumor was ruled out.

Whats my prognosis?  A happy and healthy life if the Addison’s is kept under control.  I get a shot of mineralocorticoid or hormones every 28 days.  I also get a small amount of prednisone each morning.  If a lot of excitement is going on around me Mom will give me an additional dose of prednisone in the evening.

I don’t want to think about what would happen if I didn’t get my regular medication, like the emergency vet said, Mom would lose me.

At first I had regular blood tests to monitor electrolytes and gradually reduce the dosage of my shot each month.  When I first was getting the shot it must have been way too much as I was always thirsty and extremely hungry.  The dosage has been reduced quite a bit and now I am just regular hungry!

The cost of my monthly shot used to be over $110 but since my vet and my Mom have been gradually reducing the dosage I am now at about $75 per month.  The prednisone is about $20 per month.  Mom says I am worth every penny, she gave up Starbucks and doesn’t eat out as often to cover my medications.

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I really owe my life to Monty though.  How did he know that he needed to wake Mom up immediately?  Although he is a stinker and pesters me to play with him every chance he gets I always remember that he saved my life and usually relent and give him the attention he deserves.  (Sometimes if Mom is not paying attention I let him have some of my meal, just a bite or two because I love him!)

Guest blog post Brody: “Thanks to my Gramma”

 

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Hi my name is Brody and I am a guest blogger here on sanseilife. My story?

I am blind.  When my Mom and Dad go out of town they won’t leave me with just anyone.  I always stay with my “Gramma Bev”.  She works hard to make her home my home and a safe and secure place for a sightless small individual.

I wanted to thank her publicly for all she does to make me feel so welcome when I visit.

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I never feel lonely or scared with Gramma Bev, only happy happy happy!