Sunday, March 27, 2011

Noah the Dove

"This one makes you wonder who are the smart ones. How we treat the weakest among us is how we will be judged." 
~ Mehmet Oz, M.D.

These little bunnies, about 6 days old, were attacked by a dog and orphaned. Two out of the litter of five did not survive, and these three were not doing very well.

Noah is a non-releasable, one-legged homing pigeon/rock dove that is in the rehab center. Noah kept going over to the bunny cage and looking in -- even sleeping in front of the door to the cage.

Then, suddenly, there were only two bunnies in the cage.  But when Noah moved a bit from the front of the cage to everyone's surprise...there was the tiny bunny...under Noah's wing...sound asleep! That little bunny rabbit had crawled through the cage, preferring a featherbed, no doubt to snuggling up with its littermates!

Now, they are all together and the bunnies are doing GREAT. When the bunnies scoot underneath Noah's feathers, he carefully extends his wings out to surround them and then they snuggle. When one of them moves and they start sticking out here and there, he gently pushes them back under him with his beak!  It is beautiful and amazing to see.

This is what God does with us when we need the warmth and love He offers. He gathers us under His loving wings to a warm cradle of protection. All we need do in return is give Him the thanks and praise for being with us. 

Update on Noah the pigeon: 
We are Bob and Georganne Lenham of Wild Rose Rescue Ranch in Texas, home of Noah the Pigeon. 

After finding many posts online featuring Noah and the bunnies and reading about the many lives he has touched (his story has been forwarded around the world) we thought we'd post a follow-up and a few new photos. We knew there was something special about Noah the moment we saw him.Although the bunnies seem to be his favorite, Noah helps out with many rescue babies here at the Wild Rose Rescue Ranch. Noah's first litter of bunnies almost raised and ready for release. 

Now, Noah helps out with many rescue babies here at the ranch. How wonderful it is to have a full-time, soft-feathered nurturer here at the rescue ranch! He cuddles with 
all the babies as they snuggle under his warm feathers and he "coos" as if singing them to sleep with a lullaby. Noah is truly, truly a Godsend.

"He will cover you with His feathers

And under His wings you will find refuge."

Psalm 91:4

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Like I have said before, “life is full of surprises.”

I have really been feeling good lately and have taken on additional responsibilities here at Francis Heights. I have accepted the nomination to be treasurer of the Resident Council. A little more responsibility than what I was told so we are going to have to set some limits. I am sure that it will all smooth out.

Changing subjects completely – I have this wonderful electric mattress pad on my bed. I like to say that I got it for me but we all know better – I leave it on a lot of the time for Ember. The control is on the opposite side of the bed that I sleep on. On Sunday night after I went to bed I wanted to turn it on and instead of getting up and walking around the bed (full size) I just kind of rolled over and reached for the control. When I did this I heard or felt a pop and I said, “ouch” out loud. Not thinking anymore about it I fell asleep and slept really good all night long. Monday morning I was meeting a friend for coffee and as I was moving around and getting ready I started feeling this pain over or behind my mastectomy site. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to walk, and it hurt to use my right arm.

As the day went on the pain got worse. I became worried that I might have pulled something in my mastectomy. I tried to call my doctor but the office had just closed so I asked that nurse call me back. After talking with the nurse and her reassurance that it might be a cracked rib, she said that I should go to the ER – did I have someone to take me. So, I called Rebecca and she took me to St Joseph Hospital, which is about five miles from where I live. Rebecca lives a lot farther than that.

After waiting two and a half hours it was my turn. When I got in there they wanted to hook me up to IV’s. I asked why – because of your chest pains. I said that my chest pains are not the usual. The nurse finally decided that we needed to talk. He agreed with me. When the doctor came in I had to tell the story again – I think this makes five times in all. Once I again I also had to take deep breathes while he listened my lungs. He acknowledged that it was going to really hurt but he needed to do it. He ordered a chest x-ray and it was normal. I guess my question is, "If they thought I had the typical chest pains, why did I sit in the waiting room so long?" 

After further examination he said that it was not my mastectomy and I did not injure it. However, he was sure that I had a torn the cartilage when I reached and that was the pop sound. Bad news, of course, is that it has to heal on its own and therefore I will be in pain for an extended period of time. Discharge instructions – rest, ice packs, and Percocet for pain. I said I really have a busy week so he repeated the instructions. Okay! Okay! 
Rebecca did not get back home until midnight. Dear Lord, what would I do without her? I really don't want to find out the answer to that question.

Treating a Torn Chest Cartilage 

Point 1
Resting and not giving strain to the affected part is the most important thing to do. It will serve 2 purposes. There is a better chance that the cartilage will heal and it will also reduce the pain, as a result of moving the specific part. 

Point 2
Anti inflammatory medications like non-steroidal anti inflammatory injection or pills might be prescribed. It will reduce the chest muscle pain and swelling.

Point 3
If a rib belt is available, using a rib belt will give support to the torn muscle cartilage. This will limit the movement of your ribs. This will result in lesser pain during coughing sneezing, moving and breathing, which exacerbates the pain. Using a belt will reduce chest pain when breathing in.

Applying heat compression, and an ice pack too, can help heal the torn cartilage in the chest. But either of them should not be applied for more than 20 minutes at a time. Breathing exercises need to be carefully done, if at all they can be done, and in consultation with the doctor.

Ultimately, while dealing with a soft tissue injury like torn cartilage in chest or otherwise, being particular about following the doctor's instructions would be the best thing to do. Take Care!

I have to laugh – not hard because it hurts – but this is just an everyday event that could have happened to any one of us. I guess when you have had two major surgeries in two years you just begin to believe that it is never going to stop. Not so. This had nothing to do with my surgeries or my mastectomy.

What’s better than answers to our why questions? 
Trusting a good God who has His reasons.”

Friday, March 4, 2011

Clarification for my printed journal

Mary, Ann, Helen (on the wall) Betty, Bonnie,
Cissy, Joe, Mickie, Rita (Sister Johanna)
Now that I have printed my journal there are a couple of things that are very confusing as people read through it. Since it is my journal I never gave it any thought of the term “sisters”. My mother was the second oldest of nine children. There was one boy and eight girls. All are now deceased except for the youngest sister who is Sister Johanna Burnell. The confusing part is that Johanna is a nun, Sister of Mercy.

Two of my mother’s sisters died after I started my journal. Now the sisters that I talk about are Sisters of Mercy. Over Christmas 2010 when I was in Omaha, three Sisters of Mercy died. When I go to Omaha I stay with Sister Johanna and Sister Jeanne. As I was writing in my journal I never gave thought to how confusing this could be.

Laurie's Wedding Day
Myrlyn's 85th birthday on cruise in 2006
The second thing that is confusing - “Who is Laurie?” Laurie is owner of The Carousel Palette, which is an art studio in downtown Littleton. Kathy Heck, who went to South Denver Church takes classes from her. In 2003 I wanted to leave Sunrise Assisted Living and work independently. Laurie’s mother, Myrlyn, had a severe stroke, which left her paralyzed on her left side and in a wheel chair. When she returned home from rehab it was decided by the family that they needed someone with her around the clock. Kathy told me about it and I called Laurie and interviewed with her and Myrlyn. I was hired and started in January of 2004. I worked with Myrlyn full-time and part-time up until I was diagnosed with cancer in 2008. We became very good friends and we are like family. Laurie loves cats and has a cat that has been fighting cancer for many years now. When I was diagnosed with cancer I asked Laurie if she would take my cats when the time came and of course she was in agreement. She now has Mario and there would be “no way” I could get him back if wanted.

Laurie is the one that makes me laugh daily. And I need to laugh daily – everyone does! It is so healing.