Tuesday, October 2, 2012

for my fellow Vets

Mr. Young,

I just read your poem on wardog.com, and I was moved to tears. This is a picture of most all Vietnam veterans, if they would only just admit to it. My husband served in 70-71 at Red Beach, and he is disabled from an anxiety disorder. He cannot stand crowds, darkness, or anyone to be behind him in a group. Up until recently, he did not admit to many that he was a Vietnam vet. I have gotten him some stickers for his motorcycle and a license plate with Vietnam veteran on it. He also has a cap with that on it. He did not want people to know he served there. I told him to be proud of his service and I have pride in all Vietnam veterans and veterans from other wars too. Most men that I meet that were in Vietnam have issues with anxiety, but some handle it better than others. Our country sent our 'boys' to war, and yes, you all were just boys. My husband says the movies he sees are not correct, in that the actors are too old, he said he did not see old men there, just kids. I think part of the reason for all the patriotism today, is that most of the parents of today's soldiers are Vietnam veterans, or people from that time that saw how they were treated. My husband mentioned to me about the name 'baby-killer' and how much it hurt to be called that. I cannot understand a country sending young men to war and then just abandoning them when they return. My father served in Korea and he has the same problems. When I was young, and even now, we knew not to touch Dad when he was not aware we were there. He just lashed out and hit whatever touched him. He will not speak of much that he saw, he holds it all inside. My mother told me about this; not Dad. A man at our church, that grew up in the community that I did, was in Vietnam and Cambodia and he has nightmares from the things that he saw there. His wife said he has it very rough sometimes. A girl that I worked with told me of her husband and how he would not sleep in the house but in a hammock in their garage and had the same anxiety problems that my husband had. I know it is not just Americans that have these problems, all soldiers do, regardless of what country they are from. God bless you and touch the raw places in your heart and heal them. I love my Vietnam Vet and the rest of them too!!!!!!

Best wishes,
A Proud Veteran's Wife

Monday, October 1, 2012

What is Faith

we all say i have faith in you or i have faith in God or many other sayings.
I asked God where is the miracle you promised me when i died. God's reply was rich, i gave you a miracle-i brought you back to life. I replied well how about the miracle of healing my body. God said Rich you need faith not in me but yourself. Faith means sheerly putting you own life on line to believe in me and create your own miracle.. 

That being said-i have been taking 3 heart meds per day-1 2 times a day. To test my faith 4 days ago i stopped all heart meds-so don't blame any doctor if i fail. All my life i have pushed my limits. I have the meds handy if i falter -lol i am not stupid. We will see. One day i hope to heal my entire body-yes it takes alot of people believing they will see a miracle so now you all must also have faith-smiles.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

to contact me

my email is:

Guncarver@hotmail.com

ontario b & B Systems---my warm thanks to the Dreamgirl Angel for the 2 cases of Ensure-because of you all i now spied 2 walnut shaped muscles on my arms-kinda like an ultra mini Popeye after eating his spinach-hahah dats me-love ya alland special thanks to Fi the Queen of rl Angels-wink-thx for the gift-now i can get ready for my work-you will understand

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

the Love of Dreamgirls is in Giving

Not often do i let things get to me but this touched my heart-i have met many online and have found that even online we are real people just trying to escape our sometimes sad ordinary life and that it helps to lend an ear not to judge folks but to listen and offer advice if you can and to give if you can.
The Dreamgirls -I call them now the DreamAngels is a small group of ladies from all over the usa and even the world who really care and try to help when needed
the leader of the pack i will call Dina. She is sneakier than an Arizona rattlesnake to accomplish her goals

I blogged for months about my trials and tribulations of fighting cancer, hoping that maybe i could talk at least one person ill or even not ill who would not simply give up on life-after all how could a damned old vietnam vet -skinny as a rail not quit and you can? Dina tricked me-she said  Rich i have read your blog and you have inspired so many that we as dreamgirls would like your address to give out so many can send you cards to cheer you up and on. i replied sure Dina how can i refuse such a lovely woman---after she got my address she said oh rich i kinda lied a little -we dreamgirls are sending you some Ensure so you can get stronger to fight the cancer battle-ok Dina you have made me cry and even more of the dreamgirls have helped you do so-

I know many people think the internet is a fake place but i never have-today the first case of ensure arrived ---all i know is it was bought from a direct care store so if you recognize that then you will know you were the first-
i wish i could just squeeze the stuffing out of all of you
i tried pigging out and quickly drank 3 of the ensure-then tried to lay down and rest-wrongggg
it gave me energy to walk down to check my mail and i have not rested all day yet-3 filled me this time- my body is kinda in shock still

my buddy mike came by to check on me -he is a nam vet -lost over 150 guys in one day right beside him during a bad  firefight
compared to mike i am so lucky-his mental wounds inside his head are devastating-i am one of the rare ones he can talk to-as combat vets we never judge each other and he likes that-he said-see rich there are amazing people in life who do care and that is what keeps me going

DreamAngels I love you all-and also all those i have met online 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

an update

I am so sorry-i forgot people were still checking my blog-this has been a year of healing and time for many reflections-upfront with you---my prognosis is terminally ill 4th stage renal carcinoma (kidney cancer) and asbestosis  haha plus minor stuff like a hiatal hernia and heart problems from the diseases-sighs-


i have learned I hate labels-wow terminally ill-shit that depresses you--so I am now in charge of my medical-I have decided there may be 12 or 20 or even 30 stages to cancer-whew now i feel better and asbestosis is not a fast death my doctor tells me most likely the strain of breathing on my heart will kill me-I said thanks doc for the good news

about 2-3 months ago I got down to 120 pounds -I guess the system wont pay for ensure which I was using to put on weight-you know you have friends when for your birthday they buy you a case of ensure- i can buy it at 1/2 price from the va  but too expensive still for me 22 bucks a case

my va doctor says i am catastrophically disabled-go figure-so i thought ok-this might allow the va to finally send me some ensure-nope it seems there is a special form and a review then a hearing of some type and in a year or two they will turn me down -gotta love the system

so life goes on 

i died in the va hospital march 1,2011 cardiac arrest during exploratory surgery for the hiatal hernia-bad news i i have the hernia --the good news is the doctor tickled my heart which was enlarged-i admit-he did not want to do the surgery but i said get some balls doc -you are a veterans doctor and i need to know what is 2wrong- the good news is my heart had been beating so erratic that i was about to die and the cardiac arrest started my heart beating semi normal again so i love that doctor who operated
a few weeks in intensive care at a public hospital (the va paid everything) they artificially stopped my heart 2 more times and finally got the heart meds right so i can stay alive--the next problem was plueral effusions-that is when your lungs fill with fluid I had 5 times of removing the fluid with a long needle-omg that is hell --the last time was 1000cc of fluid which is a full lung-i had two oxygen hoses in me-one in mouth and one in nose and was gasping- ambulance trip
so i got smart--haha dont try this ever---i had water pills but my body still had over 40 pounds of wter in it so smart rich said ok to get rid of water simply increase number of water pills -right but also wrong-that was another ambulance trip-my bp was 40 i think -shit they did not tell me that water pills also lower your blood pressure mine had been running 195/180 or so
good news is i pissed like a race horse and  went from 190 pounds to 120 pounds--if i turned sideways and stuck out my tongue i would have looked like a zipper-hence the need for ensure cause i lost all protein and all potassium in my body-pills got me back potassium but i daily fight protein intake
my friends take life a lot more lightly-when you die there is no more pain for you but you damn sure wont take any material things nor money with you

next came the end of life hospice care-that is when they basically give you all the morphene you need until your lungs fail and you die-sounds like a simple plan eh? if you read my old blog you now know morphene only hypers me-i am too tough to die so after a few months of this i quit it -the nurse was upset the va was upset -only God was not upset

the va made me go talk to 3 phsycharists to determine if i was crazy for quitting this terrific self assisted suicide program-i simply said to them do you really believe in God or a higher power or do you mouth the words only-they said they believed-then i asked all 3 -if you believe and God created the world then you should believe that God can heal me if God wants-they replied very true-one doctor actually looked at the other and asked -do you think he is crazy or not-she replied-absolutely not-so i thanked them and said have a wonderful life
then i laffed my ass off-crazy for wanting to live? who is crazy? me or the system

now they merely give me pain meds and heart meds and leave me alone-but i have secret ways of healing-#1 a friend gave me an old bike exercise machine-when i feel strong enuf i ride it like there is no tomorrow-trying to give myself a heart attack or make my body stronger

right now i am up to maybe 145 pounds -3 weeks ago i was a mere 134
what is saving me? and why? because i have met so many wonderful people all over the world and i consider them dear friends and i pray for their well being

my creator is taking care of me as he/she wishes so i will survive -for some reason
i have no anger nor animosity anymore for anyone or anything-i have met the ultimate unconditional love and am at peace-now i can truely laff at lifes dramas in fact this fall i might hire myself out as a scarecrow for haloween or if i can gain weight a pumpkin roflmao


Monday, March 12, 2012

Quicksand and Love

How do you move on
When your feet
Are buried
In quicksand?

How do you move on
After losing
Your best friend?

How do you move on
After losing
Your partner
Your soulmate
The great love
Of your life?

How do you move on
After losing
That special
Someone or Someones
In your life?

How do you move on
When your
Feet and heart
Are stuck
In quicksand?

The mystery of life
Is the miracle of Love
To heal the pain
Of the heart
If only you
Will allow love
To do so

You take all
The fond memories
All the thoughts
All the feelings
All the tender moments

And place them
Into a lovely box
In your mind

You wrap them
With your tears
Place a bow
With their name
Written upon it

And place that
Special box
Where it belongs
Deep within you

So deep it is
Surrounded not
By sorrow
But with Love

And every now
And again
When you need power
To move your feet
Out of that quicksand
You take the box
Out one more time
And explore
Its contents of Love
Again

How do you move on
When your feet and heart are stuck
In quicksand?

You fill the quicksand
With Love
And you float free

Free to love
Again!
    Sometimes i get inspired by sensing things or thoughts or feelings and so it is with the poem Quicksand & Love my dear thanks go out to the person we call Seep for sharing her esp poetry with me and the world it is wonderful to have found that love and even if you lose it to life's struggles to keep the memories of that person deep within you Thanks Seep