Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Greatest Gift of All

He taught us how to live, He taught us how to die, 
He taught us how to LOVE!



“The mansion [in heaven] prepared for you . . . is never earned; it is only given. . . . Only that which is truly given, . . . Only that good which is done for the love of doing it . . . Only those plans in which the welfare of others is the master thought. Only those labors in which the sacrifice is greater than the reward. [Your mansion is prepared] only with those gifts in which the giver forgets himself.” 
~ The Mansion, by Henry Van Dyke


“Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, . . . But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, . . . For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” ~ Matthew 6:19-21

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Who’s at Your Thanksgiving Table?

Who is eating at your Thanksgiving table this year? Neighbors? Friends? Family? Recently, I discovered there is a tropical parasite called “Blood Fluke” dining at mine. Blood Fluke is not found in the United States. It is indigenous in third world countries, such as the Caribbean, where we vacationed 16 years ago.

A “parasite” is defined as an “organism living in or on another organism (it’s host) that benefits by deriving nutrients at the host’s expense. Simply speaking, you might say a parasite “eats” from another’s table, causing varying degrees of damage or disease to it’s host. Parasites are generally much smaller and reproduce at a faster rate than their hosts. An extraordinary variety of viruses, bacteria, parasites, and organisms stand ready to attack us and feed off our bodies' cells. They can come from our water, food, animals, and even small insects. Parasites can also carry a host of other destructive pathogens with them, such as the Lyme pathogen that my Blood Fluke carried with it.

After 16 years of chasing after the complicated pathogens associated with Lyme disease, I have finally discovered who has been eating at MY table! Blood Fluke—a tropical parasite, has been hiding in my body, undetected by traditional medical tests—an organism so small and naked to the human eye that it has been able to feast and thrive heartily at my table. Blood Fluke—carrying within it’s digestive system the Lyme pathogens that have plagued my body.

Before my September post, ‘Remembering 9/11,” I had not written on my blog for over six months, due to the electrically charged pinched nerves in my neck and arms—somehow made acthive when I am working on the computer. What began as an annoyance that I controlled with essential oils for several months, suddenly spiraled out of control into an extremely painful, traumatic condition. I had been religiously following a new medical protocol over the past year that had been helping my joint pain and over-all condition, when suddenly I found myself at a healing crossroad. I tried a Lymphatic and Cranial Sacral massage therapy, as well as a Chiropractor, for what originally appeared to be tendinitis, to help relieve my “burning” shoulder, arm muscle, and elbow pain. The “electrical” cramping nerve pain would plague me for hours after sitting at my computer keyboard. My only continuous relief was to discontinue using the computer—my connection to the world, family and friends—my creative outlet. I love literature—reading, writing—manipulating the English language, like an artist painting a portrait with colorful oils. I enjoy weaving together different colors and shades of the written word.

Last February, with no other choice readily available, I had to retire from the church job I have loved for ten years—writing my ward’s weekly ward bulletin, monthly newsletter, phone directory and yearly history. My burning arm pain has been reminiscent of the sciatic nerve pain I experienced in my legs eight years ago, causing me to be bedridden. It was also comparable to the foot and arm pain that signaled the beginning of my health crisis 16 years ago. I have been told many times by medical personnel that I have a high tolerance for pain, but the “nerve pain” I have ever experienced is pain unlike I have ever known and has literally threatened to bring me to a breaking point. Medically speaking, there has never been a logical answer for these painful episodes and I have had to rely on a much higher power for inspiration when I didn’t know what to do or where to turn for help.

Life has been compared to a continuous journey with obstacles and challenges that threaten to destroy us. We are sometimes faced with life-threatening opposition and treacherous rocky roads, with dips and turns that hamper our physical and eternal progress. Like parasites, sometimes people can be parasitic to our soul, feeding off our tables, trying to diminish our God-given light—in an attempt to brighten their own lamps. They want us to feel the same unhappiness they feel. Parasitic people––sometimes called “haters” or “bullies” are usually just unhappy people, looking for joy by feeding off our tables of light.

We must watch out for parasitic people and believe them when they show us who they really are by their actions. We want to believe there is good in everyone, but like real parasites, parasitic people can block our eternal progress by taking away our “good nutrients.” Like the previously undetected parasites hidden within my body, they leave a negative environment of unhappiness in their path and it is up to us to clear their negative effects from our lives.

Sometimes parasitic people, like parasitic pathogens, can be a blessing in disguise––helping us discover “who we are” and what we are made of. Parasites may try to block our progress by taking away our good nutrients, but once we identify them we can begin to navigate around them and clear away the destructive behavior.

The fork in the road of my dining room healing crisis led me to explore an alternative path I had heard about previously in a local Lyme support meeting. Along with my regular medical appointments, I am also going to a new medical clinic trained in Chinese medicine, acupuncture, and genetic testing. I have discovered new answers—what happened to me and why I got hit so hard, so fast. I have been exposed to new ideas, new technology, and new people, who have traveled equally difficult paths of healing. In a world filled with turmoil, I am continuously amazed at the wondrous world of technology we live in, and the generous people who strive to help others and make this world a better place for everyone. I am filled with gratitude for the multitudes of God’s children who work tirelessly, serving others in His kingdom—from my dedicated doctors to my husband who has become chief cook, maid, and bottle washer, and our children who generously give their time and talents to clean our home and massage my sore muscles. We are grateful for good friends and neighbors who faithfully show up each day to help me exercise, and bless our lives with their genuine friendship and acts of love.

Slowly we have begun to unravel the complicated mysteries of my illness, causing me to realize that I have been led “line upon line, precept upon precept,” according to my faith and willingness to open my heart in acceptance. For example, even though I had been taking an abundance of supplements, we discovered I had a very specific calcium and magnesium need, correcting my cramping muscles almost immediately. I was also tested for very specific toxins and pathogens that are relative to Lyme disease when a patient’s is unable to rid themselves of the Lyme die-off. Through genetic testing we discovered I am a slow detoxer and have began to skillfully begin to bypass that genetic code to help my body turn things around to the best of its ability.

Ir makes me smile now remembering my sister, Judy, who passed away 25 years ago, when she used to say jokingly, “I wish I could have a parasite from South America for a little while, so I could eat whatever I wanted and get real skinny!” However, it is definitely not something you want eating at your table! Happy Thanksgiving! And count your blessings!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A “Spook”-tacular Halloween

Our Ghouls and Goblins!

“Fang”-tastic Feast!

Ashley’s Mummy Cheese Ball

Aleesha’s Brain and Worm Jell-O

Rachel’s Mummies

Aleesha’s Deviled Eyeballs

Liz’s Scary Apple Teeth

Kenzie's Cupcakes

Monsters Inc. 
(Making Monster Pumpkins)

Donut Dunkin’

 “Terror”-ific Time!
“Boo”-tiful Bunch!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Halloween Public Service Announcement

DON’T Text and Drive!!! 
The life you save may be your own!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembering 9/11

Today is a day of remembrance––a day of reverence, remembering those who lost their lives ten years ago on 9/11. As I listened this morning to the Sunday Mormon Tabernacle Choir broadcast of “Music and the Spoken Word,” with Tom Brokaw narrating, I was reminded of what is really important in this life. The vivid images of 9/11 have been all over the television screen this past week, but the message of this particular inspirational broadcast was simple. Survivors testified of how their priorities changed in that moment, on that day. While previously they had been more concerned with making money, to have the finer things in life we all desire––in an instant they were reminded of what is really important––Family, Faith, Friends.

I am reminded of a conversation I had with an elderly gentleman recently, while sitting in my doctor's waiting room. He had spent the majority of his life as head of a large corporation of grocery store chains. Now retired, he spends his days caring for his physically handicapped wife, and working in the Salt Lake Temple as a Temple sealer. He was a joyful, positive man--desiring only to serve his fellow human beings.  Someone in the waiting room asked him what he considered to be the secret of his success. He humbly replied that it was understanding the “order of his priorities.” All the years he was working in corporate America he had a plaque in his office to remind him of what was truly important. It read:

Family
Faith
Work/Community
Self

He said that as long as we put “Family and Faith first" in our lives, and “ourselves last," we will be successful!

I am grateful for family and friends today and for my testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel of Jesus Christ. We are so fortunate to know who we are, where we came from, and where we are going after this life. May we all remember what is truly important and cherish this time we have together.

Monday, February 28, 2011

The Complicated Relationship of Love

What is Love?

What is Love? In an ideal world, we are supposed to deeply love one another. In fact the word “Sisterhood” has become an action verb in our society, signifying loving relationships closely bonded in love, even without a blood connection. Romantic movies and favorite novels paint pictures of perfection, making us feel inadequate if we have a sibling, parent, or spouse relationship with a less than perfect scenario.

“Love” and “Hate” are intimately linked within the human brain. Although they appear to be polar opposites, scientists studying the physical nature of hate have found that some of the nervous circuits in the brain responsible for it, are the same as those that are used during the feeling of romantic love. These two seemingly opposite four letter words have been responsible for wars fought and relationships gained and severed. The complicated relationship of Love and Hate has been consistently explored in literature and cinema throughout history.

Hate is often considered to be an evil passion that should, in a better world, be tamed, controlled and eradicated. The truth is, relationships are complicated—often with shades of Love and Hate that can directly influence our self esteem—“Who we are,” and “What we become.” According to psychologist, Vicki Stark, author of “My Sister, My Self,” this is especially true of sister relationships.

Sister Relationships

Stark says “Your childhood relationship with your sister or sisters greatly influences your identity as an adult … The quality of that childhood sister relationship is a powerful determining force in your self-esteem. Sister relationships are somewhat like computers. When they work, nothing can bring you more pleasure and make you feel more competent. When they don't, nothing can make you more miserable.”

The lyrics from the 1996 song, “No Matter What,” popularized by the group Boyzone, remind us of the influence those we love and grow up with have on our psychological development. “No matter what they tell us, No matter what they do, No matter what they teach us, What we believe is true.”

As adults, the feelings of Love and Hate formed in the nursery of our lives can still evoke powerful feelings within us. Close sister relationships can arouse feeling of intense emotion that can “push our buttons” as we alternately find one another heavy burdens to bear, as well as treasured gifts from God.

If we are fortunate enough to have a “bonded” sister relationship, our lives can be blessed in a unique way. Bonded sister relationships are desirable because bonded sisters are loved for themselves—just the way they are. There is great satisfaction that comes with being totally accepted for who you are. Stark says that bonded sisters “have so much fun.” They enjoy hanging out together—just being in the same room. And there is a laughter factor—they love to laugh!

Stark further explains that, “The effect of the sister stamp in relationships even crosses generations. At times, it is at the root of mother-daughter conflict … Older sisters, who were given a lot of praise and status in the surrogate mother role growing up, tend to find raising their own children a pleasure. Those who were burdened with too much responsibility and not given adequate support by their parents when they were kids sometimes experience parenting as an unwelcome chore. … Mothers who have trouble controlling their little girls are often women who didn't have very much power in their own childhood families.”

You might find yourself asking, “How can we come from the same family and see the world so differently?” We don’t always share the same political, religious, or moral values as our siblings. Yet often in our society we are expected to agree because of the bond of blood we share. Adult older siblings may feel burdened with their childhood roles where they were expected to set an example, protect and care for their younger siblings—especially when their need for “control” is still very much front and center in their lives. Their younger siblings have grown up and no longer wish to be bullied and manipulated into submission, desiring to have an equal say in family discussions. Younger siblings may also experience hurtful feelings when their opinions are dismissed and ignored as if they were invisible.

Unfortunately, it is difficult for siblings to “agree to disagree,” especially when our siblings behavior hurts our feelings or our pride. So we tend to either respond in anger or to completely withdraw rather than talking about the true source of conflict. The lack of communication then causes of general lack of trust, evoking a vicious cycle that is difficult to navigate.

Sometimes real-life events, beyond the control of parents or children, may stress and destabilize families, sometimes resulting in conflict between sisters (a death in the family, aging parents, or Illness—physical or mental.) According to Vicki Stark, the sibling bond is often strongly influenced by these situations. “Either the kids band together into a tight, cohesive team or they scatter to the winds, each one trying desperately to protect him or herself. … Sisters know which buttons to push to make the other feel guilty. The button-pusher tries to control the relationship by making her sister feel guilty.”

Like in countries at war, we never know when the war of the family will erupt, as life’s twists and turns often unearth buried hostilities. The death of a brother or sister can be a terrible shock to the family unit, causing a meridian of negative feelings—guilt for time not spent, blame for how they died, and even unresolved feelings of childhood jealousy. However, the death of a sibling can also bring families closer together and strengthen their bonds of love. With our siblings we can express our sorrow, anger, and guilt—freely. Our childhood stories and memories are treasured—comforting us with laughter and healing. Our tears are accepted by those who’ve shared our lives and by sharing—our pain is diminished.

Going Into the Forest

In the Hindu religion it is said that there is a time when people of a certain age “go into the forest.” Having accomplished their life goals of marriage, children and work, they enter a time when new choices are available. As they enter this new forest of life they may decide to reconnect with people lost and to distance themselves from others. However, the first and foremost question on their mind upon entering the forest is, “Who am I?”

As we each enter our own forest of tranquility and renewal, will we be carriers of grief and rage, jealousy, pride, or guilt. It has been suggested that there are parts of the forest where we may leave these feelings. There is also a place in the forest where we may find those who we’ve hurt, or who might have hurt us in the past. The forest becomes a place where we can sit a while and ponder, watching the leaves move in the wind, as we drink a bit from the rushing stream.

Author, Jane Isay, in her book, “Mom Still Likes You Best,” sums up our individual experiences in the forest with the following words of encouragement. “We can all eventually resolve the childhood emotions that families evoke in times of stress … As we leave this place [our forest], we may, if we are very lucky, find what we have been looking for: our better selves, the part of us that can love and forgive, play and dance, mourn and cry, and look up to the heavens with joy!” She further explains, “Nothing worthwhile is easy … and nothing difficult is accomplished to perfection.”

Vicki Stark concludes “It is possible to soften the sister influence, as well as celebrate it!” We can take charge of the hidden dynamics that have shaped our lives!

Finding Forgiveness

Much has been written about healing our relationships through love and forgiveness. Forgiveness is an essential part in finding the light of life. It helps us release the subconscious blocks that hold us back from experiencing the life we were intended to live and enjoy. However, one of the best definitions of forgiveness I’ve heard teaches us that real “Forgiveness” is “Giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.” You let go of that hope, the wish, that you’d had a different parent, sister, or spouse … You let that go, so you can move forward with the grace God has given you.

Three Parts to a Proper Apology



“If you’ve done something wrong in your dealings with another person, it’s as if there’s an infection in your relationship. A good apology is like an antibiotic; a bad apology is like rubbing salt in the wound … Proper apologies have three parts: 1) What I did was wrong. 2) I feel badly that I hurt you. 3) How do I make this better?” ~ Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Exercise Your Wrinkles Away!

Calling All Women! Add this to your growing collection of New Year exercise routines. My daughter, Ashley, sent this hilarious video to me. Forget about plastic surgery … Exercise your facial wrinkles away!

The thing that makes this video so funny is not that she is in full workout color coordinated clothing (although that’s funny too), but the real humor is … this is a bonafide, tried and true facial exercise!! Go ahead and try it. You know you want to. It’s funnier if you try it with a friend or watch yourself in the mirror. Bet ya can’t help laughing!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Life Lessons for a New Year!

New Beginnings!

“Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.” ~ Anthem Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

These inspirational lyrics by folksinger, songwriter, and poet, Leonard Cohen, in his 1967 song “Anthem,” are a nostalgic reminder that each New Year brings new opportunities and possibilities.

“The birds they sang at the break of day … Start again I heard them say. Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.” 
~ Anthem Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

His message for all is … that life isn’t perfect … people aren’t perfect.  It’s the cracks and flaws in each of us that allow us to grow and learn life lessons. Our broken places, once healed, can become strong as we open our hearts and “allow the light to come in.” And with each new lesson we become more Compassionate, Contented, Happy … We discover our True Self-worth—“Who we really are!”

Over fifty years ago, Richard L. Evans, the voice behind “Music and the Spoken Word,” said these pivotal words that still ring true today. “The moment we close the books on one year we open them on another … And no matter how good [or bad] last year was, there is this year now to consider. We have to keep at it, for life is a process, and not a finished product, and there is no moment at which we can say that the picture is completed.”

“Failure, like success, is never final … We all have successes in our past, just as we remember things we wish we had done a little better. But we need not become discouraged about our past mistakes any more than we should become too comfortable with our past accomplishments. Many mistakes can be corrected, just as many successes can be improved. As long as we keep moving forward and keep doing our best, no success or failure is final.” ~ Lloyd D. Newell, “Music and the Spoken Word,” January 2, 2011