04.30.18 The neurologist in Metairie and Teepa Snow videos

Monday, April 30, 2018 – Here goes with something you probably won’t believe. Remember the neurologist that I stopped going to a couple of years ago?? Well I have an appointment to see him May 22nd.  I know,  The neurologist in Hammond knew so very little that I won’t go to her any longer.  Dr. Shamsnia was hard to handle (I know that’s saying it mildly) when I left, but while he is so arrogant, he IS brilliant.  He also now has a 3T MRI machine in his new building.  The 3T MRI will give the latest and greatest pictures of what’s going on in my brain (or what isn’t going on!).  So I’m hoping he won’t remember who I am and I can have the 3T MRI and get those results without talking to him too much. We’ll see where we go from there!

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How Dementia Affects Language Skills – 30 minutes

What is Dementia starts at the beginning of this video. At 12:30 she goes on to Vascular Dementia. This is what I have from having multiple TIAs. 21 minutes

“I Am Sorry, This is Hard” plus 5 More Care Phrases – Under 3 minutes

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04.29.18 May you….by Millie Turley


May today, there be peace within you.

May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.

May you use the gifts that you have received and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content with yourself the way you are.

May you trust, believe and have faith with yourself

Let this knowledge settle into your bones and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise, to love and to live happily and meaningfully.

By Millie Turley in the Facebook group Christian Women United in Prayer.



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04.27.18 Perfect Relationships

For all of you so eager to call it quits and throw in the towel on your relationships because everything isn’t “perfect”…here is some food for thought.

Lifelong commitment is not what most people think it is.

It’s not waking up every morning to make breakfast and eat together.

It’s not cuddling in bed until both of you fall asleep, peacefully, at night.

It’s not a clean home filled with laughter and lovemaking, everyday.

It’s someone who steals all the covers.

It’s slammed doors and a few harsh words, at times.

It’s stubbornly disagreeing and giving each other the silent treatment until your hearts heal…and, then…FORGIVENESS!

It’s coming home to the same person, everyday, that you know LOVES and CARES about you in spite of (and because of) who you are.

It’s laughing about the one time you accidentally did something stupid.

It’s about dirty laundry and unmade beds WITHOUT finger pointing.

It’s about helping each other with the hard work of life!

It’s about swallowing the nagging words instead of saying them out loud.

It’s about eating the cheapest and easiest meal you can make and sitting down together at 10 p.m. to eat because you both had a crazy day.

It’s when you have an emotional breakdown and your Love lays with you and holds you and tells you everything is going to be okay…and you BELIEVE them.

It’s about still loving someone even though, sometimes, they make you absolutely insane.

Living with the person you love is not perfect…sometimes it’s hard; but it’s amazing and comforting and one of the BEST things you’ll ever experience.

By Unknown

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04.27.18 Two doctor visits, a new doctor and the day Rosalyn stabbed herself!

Friday, April 27, 2018 – I have no photos of any of the things I write about today.  You know that I can’t do a blog without photos so I’ve found a few that are included here and they have nothing to do with the blog!

We went to my sister’s house last week for Roy to work on their computer.  It was lovely visiting with them.  While the guys did computer stuff, Harriett and I visited out on their screened in back porch watching the blue birds and other creatures play in their back yard.

Roy and I had two followup doctors appointments last week.  One with Roy’s new retina specialist, Dr. John Curtis Creed with Ochsner in Baton Rouge.  The other with my primary care physician, Dr. Hugo Valdes at North Oaks.

On Tuesday we Roy shared with Dr. Creed that the new glasses were not making much difference in his right eye (the one that he had surgery on).  They dilated his eyes and took another set of OCTs. Dr. Creed let me look at the asteroid hyalosis that is in Roy’s eye.  It looked to me like a layer of cellophane with bubbles under it.  When Roy blinks they move all together.

We learned that even though 2 1/2 months have passed since we signed the form asking for our original doctor to send Roy’s eye records to Dr. Grenier and Dr. Creed at Ochsner, it has never been received by them.

Roy and Dr. Creed decided that removing those and having the multi focal lens replaced by a mono focal lens is what Roy really wants.  Dr. Creed, nor Dr. Grenier, do that surgery so Roy was referred to Dr. Pulin Shah with Ochsner in New Orleans.  He does difficult, risky surgeries that other doctors do not do. Roy now has an appointment for June 6th to see Dr. Shah.  We asked to be put on a waiting list for any cancellations so Roy can see him sooner.  Once Roy sees Dr. Shah we’ll decide what action to take or not take.

We finally wrote to our original family eye doctor about everything from when we first went to him about Roy’s vision until now with Roy seeing other doctors for help repairing things in his right eye that had surgery.  We sent it certified mail.

We always love shopping at Sams so there we went after the eye doctor appointment.  I think next time we want to go to Sam’s I may order on line and pick it up.  That place is so dangerous for our budget.  Everything looks so good and is so good!

Wednesday we went to Hammond for me to see Dr. Valdes about my A1C.  In case you haven’t read previous blogs, I need my A1C (blood sugar over 3 months) to go down to a 7 in order for me to have partial knee replacement surgery.  The reason is that the more normal our blood sugar is the better we will heal after surgery.  It was between 9 and 10 for a while.  Last month it was down to 8.1.  I just knew it was going to be down close to if not at 7 this time.  I thought this mostly because 4 times during the month that I took my blood sugar it was right at 90 or really close.  One time my blood sugar went down to 64 which is way to low and I could feel it.  I’ve never, that I know of, experienced low blood sugar before.  Didn’t like how it feels.

Well, when Dr. Valdes walked in with the results and said it is still 8.1, my heart just sunk.  I think I may have cheated on my sugar free diet a little more than I realized.  So from here forward I am going to listen to all the stuff we learned at the Diabetic Nutritionist at North Oaks.

We went to the play Steel Magnolia at Ponchatoula High School on Thursday night.  I wrote about how much we enjoyed it last time. After three days of going places a lot of the day, we were both so happy to get to stay home Friday and Saturday.

Wednesday of this week Roy and went into Hammond. I was going to have lunch with a very dear long time friend.  Roy was going to have some time at the remote control flying field.  On our way there I used a sharp metal finger nail file and put it away in the armrest.  I forgot about it being there and that it was sticking straight up out of the armrest.  I slammed my arm down on the armrest while talking and instantly felt an awful pain in my wrist.  I looked at my wrist and saw the pointy metal end of the nail file sticking into my arm.

I started screaming and pulled it out of my arm so fast I can hardly remember doing it.  I put my left hand on the place in my right wrist where it entered and was screaming for Roy to pull off to the side of the interstate.  He did and while still screaming my vision started going out, I started sweating profusely and I felt like I did the day I passed out when waking up and wound up in the hospital.  It was awful.  We got off of the interstate and headed towards the hospital.  About half way there I started having a lot of difficulty breathing.  I used my asthma inhaler and it helped a little.  We were going to pass in front of our doctor’s office on our way to the hospital.  We stopped there in case they could see me but all of the doctors were at lunch.  While trying to describe what happened to the receptionist, my breathing got much worse.  They said I should go straight to the hospital and not wait for a doctor there.

We went to the North Oaks Emergency Room where we were quickly seen by a nurse in triage.  They weighed me and I’m 5 pounds lighter!!  Anyway, the nurse said I probably had a panic attack.  I’ve never had one before so I had no idea what was happening to me.  We got an ER room and a doctor came in.  He looked at my tiny little wound and said someone would come in to clean it and I’d get an antibiotic prescription if it got infected. He too said it was a panic attack.  When I told him I’d never had one before and he asked if I ever had a wound before.  I said no.  Hopefully this means I won’t have other panic attacks since this was came in connection to the stab wound. We went home after the hospital.

The teeny tiny wound hurt all night but it’s gotten better throughout the day today.  The wound itself is so minor but what went on in my body after the stabbing felt so overwhelmingly awful.  I’ve known many people who have had panic attacks but I didn’t ever know what it could feel like.   I’m sorry for what all of you folks have gone through.  My experience was it felt like I was being drained of everything in my body.  It is a big bad thing.

I’m working on an updated power point presentation for Mother’s Day at church.  We have a lot of new people at our church and I am loving seeing their family photos.

Our vegetables and flower bushes are all growing well and I’ll be sharing updates next time!  Our first two cherry tomatoes and one broccoli head were ready today and I ate them in a salad.

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04.23.18 Steel Magnolias, presented by Ponchatoula High School Drama Club

Roy and I, along with Misty and Madisyn went to Ponchatoula High’s drama presentation of Steel Magnolias last Thursday evening. Kaylon Willoughby, one of our special young ladies at Trinity Baptist Church, played M’Lynn (Shelby’s mother- Sally Field’s character in the movie).  My, oh my, can that girl act!!!  All six of the actresses in the play were excellent and worked together like a well oiled machine!

This is Kaylon’s last performance at PHS as she graduates this year. Like her mama Rebecca says, “When she is a famous actress you can say you knew her when…..” The whole play takes place in Truvy’s Beauty Parlor.

Kaylon is the one with curlers in her hair in some of the photos below!  Rebecca is a professional photographer and her photos were way higher quality than any I could take so these below are here.  Plus we got to watch and hear every second of the play without worrying about taking photos!


The two cross stitch pieces on the walls at Truvy’s were from Rebecca’s family. The one that says SMILE was stitched by Rebecca’s sister Shawn when she was in high school. The Serenity Prayer was stitched by her Grandma Lola.

Near the very end of the play Kaylon had a scene where her grieving heart for the loss of her daugher Shelby just came spilling out.  We were all spellbound. In that moment I knew Kaylon is going to be something special in the acting world.

When the cast, yes there were just 6 of them, came out on stage at the end I felt like my younger sisters were up there on stage.  They all did such an outstanding job that I felt like I had been there with them all along. We couldn’t clap enough and they received a standing ovation.

We got to talk to Kaylon after the play and even take some photos of us with her.  She’ll be starting college next year and I’ve already figured out how far it is to her new school for when she is there in plays!!

This last one is of Kaylon and several of the older Trinity folks who came to see her Thursday night.

Congratulations on a job very well done, Kaylon Rose Willoughby! We’ve enjoyed seeing you in Annie and Steel Magnolias and look forward to many more in the future!

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04.16.18 A Quiet Thought, April 15th, by Rev. Bob Adams

A quiet thought for this Sunday, April 15th.

The kingdom of heaven (Jesus’ rule in the hearts of His people) is like the rose growing in the corner of my lawn. It should not be alive, much less producing a beautiful flower. Transplanted three times by a person who didn’t know what he was doing (me), it was left abandoned in its last location, never fed, rarely pruned, and never dusted to keep away destructive insects. The fatal blow came last year when I inadvertently cut it down, severed it at the roots, with my riding mower.

I was certain I had seen the last of the rose. Now, more than a year later the rose has stood up from its emaciating death and is giving life to magnificent roses!

Just like the kingdom of God! No matter how harsh the outward world nor how turbulent the inner one, Jesus’ presence in a trusting heart cannot be destroyed.

Watch for Him! His presence will burst forth in your life in a most unlikely place and when you least expect!


Rev. Bob Adams was our interim pastor at Trinity Baptist Church for two years.  His ministry at our church was filled with so many blessings!  It is an honor to share this Sunday’s quiet thought with ya’ll.

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04.14.18 Wacky Wonderful Saturday


THE TRAIN by John MacDonald

At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side.

As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life.

However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone.

Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum.

Some, however, will go so unnoticed that we don’t realize they vacated their seats.

This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells.

Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.

The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down.

So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are.

It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.

I wish you all a joyful journey.

This section is new to our blog.  I love Christian music.  A friend of mine, Nancy Duvic, began sharing a graphic each Sunday of the title or words from a Christian song.  Sometimes it’s a hymn and sometimes a contemporary song.  I love that she does this because it starts my mind early on a Sunday singing the song, helping my human self concentrate on God.  I hope you all will enjoy these each week on whatever day I publish the blog!

This song is by Terry Butler and appears on the compilation 25 Top Vineyard Worship Songs: The River Is Here (2002).


May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You, pleasing to You
May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You my God

May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You, pleasing to You
May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You my God

You’re my rock and my Redeemer
You’re the reason that I sing
I desire to be a blessing
In your eyes
Every hour, every moment
Lord I want to be Your servant
I desire to be a blessing
In Your eyes
In Your eyes

May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You, pleasing to You
May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You my God

You’re my rock and my Redeemer
You’re the reason that I sing
I desire to be a blessing
In Your eyes
Every hour, every moment
Lord I want to be Your servant
I desire to be a blessing
In Your eyes
In Your eyes

You’re my rock and my Redeemer
You’re the reason that I sing
I desire to be a blessing
In your eyes
In Your eyes
Every hour, every moment
Lord I want to be Your servant
I desire to be a blessing
In Your eyes
In Your eyes

May the words of my mouth
And the meditations of my heart
Be pleasing to You my God

The words of the music that goes along with this are in a foreign language.  If it turns out they are saying something offensive, I am most sorry!  The doggies were just too cute to pass up!





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04.11.18 When you really want to just show up & love your people really well, By Becky Kopitzke on Ann VosKamp’s blog

This woman:Becky Kopitzke admits she hasn’t always loved her people well. Busyness, distractions, cranky attitudes, exhaustion—these and so many more obstacles can keep us from loving and blessing others selflessly. We say we love our loved ones, but do our actions show it? How do we treat difficult people, strangers, or those with different interests and views? Why does it matter? In her new book, Generous Love, Becky digs through the Scriptures and shares heart-to-heart insight from her own experience and others who have both given and received real love—even when it’s tough. Please join me in welcoming Becky as she offers a bit of wisdom she learned the hard way…

On an hourly basis, I probably check my phone a dozen times or more.

Email, texts, weather, photos, Facebook, Instagram, Voxer, Lord help me!—these are the weeds that vie for my attention at the same time my children are flipping cartwheels in the grass.

Technology itself is not the devil. I firmly believe Christians have a responsibility to use it for good.

But as a work-from-home mom, it’s dangerously easy to let work time leak into family time. And then I start looking at my loved ones as the distraction, rather than the other way around.

You too?

Fact is, it’s impossible to bless someone that you’re ignoring.

When we get distracted by external demands, we lose sight of opportunities all around us.

Mobile devices aren’t the only culprits.

Distractions come in the form of stress, deadlines, overscheduled calendars, worries, fears, and so much more.

Together these can breed a groundcover that hinders healthy shoots of perspective from poking through.

Until God slaps a hoe in the soil and tears those weeds out all at once, it looks kind of like this.


I sat at the family dinner table on an ordinary Monday night, cutting a pork chop and listening to my five-year-old rattle off her favorite activities of the day—recess, snack time, blowing bubbles in the yard.

Just then I reached for a forkful of rice and heard it—a strangled, guttural sound coming from across the table. My head jerked up, and in an instant I realized.

My eight-year-old daughter was choking.

In a single motion, my husband leapt from his chair, lifted our daughter over his forearm, and slapped a hand to her back.

Praise God, the obstruction dislodged from her throat, and she spit it onto the table.

I wrapped my arms around her and didn’t let go.

In moments like that, a mom realizes what she has. And what she could lose.

“Are you okay?” I held my daughter’s face in both hands and searched straight into her eyes.

“Yes, Momma,” she whispered and nodded.

“Well, I guess we’re not having those pork chops again!” My husband attempted to lighten the mood. But I knew it freaked him out, too. Our daughter sat on my lap for the remainder of the meal, although neither of us was hungry anymore.

The choking incident itself lasted a matter of probably seven seconds, but in my panic mode, I experienced the whole ordeal in slow motion. Then the adrenaline rushed throughout my body, and I fought back tears.

Suddenly, I saw my daughter with fresh eyes.

Not as the girl I scolded two minutes earlier for poking her sister with a spoon.

Not as the child who would waste a perfectly good plate of vegetables, then ask for ice cream.

Not as the kid whose homework drains a portion of my dwindling energy night after night.

Again she was my gift.

It was like the scales sloughed off my eyes, and for the rest of the evening and all the next day, whenever I looked at my daughter, I saw her more clearly for who she really is—a treasured possession on loan from God.

And I shuddered to remember He has the right to take her away at any moment.

The question is—How am I spending the moments He gives me?

With my eyeballs glued to a screen? With my head swimming through to-do lists so that I’m physically present but mentally in a different galaxy?

It shouldn’t take a life-or-death incident for us to realize how much our loved ones mean to us. Every moment—every breath—is on loan from heaven. It’s a gift.

I want to live and love and soak up my gifts well. Do you?

It’s a holy shame, all the energy I’ve wasted whining about deadlines, iPods, laundry, and math homework—carpool traffic, airfare expenses, my husband’s socks on the floor. Why are these the thoughts that captivate my soul?

We were meant to awed by so much more.

Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but be a new and different person with a fresh newness in all you do and think. Then you will learn from your own experience how his ways will really satisfy you. (Romans 12:2 tlb)

Cherishing our people well today.

Toss aside the busywork and hug your people tight.

Tell your people that they are kinda a hero in all kinds of ways.

Call your best friend just to hear her voice.

Because none of the other junk matters compared to them, compared to the God who created them and placed them in our sphere.

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8

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Monday, April 9, 2018 – I have read Bob DeMarco’s writing on Alzheimer’s Reading Room and this one on touch and kindness was especially spot on.

Another person, Peter Berry who has dementia, puts out a weekly short video of things related to what he’s experiencing at that time, that he thinks will help others.   He is a very positive person, determined to live his life the best he can. Here is the link to his you tube channel. Peter Berry’s You Tube Channel. The latest video, his 40th weekly video, is the main one I want to direct your attention to.  At least to start off.  I’ve never thought of doing what he talks about in the 40th weekly video and I will be from now on!

Things have been a little rockier lately with my dementia than usual along with other challenges in our life.  I would appreciate prayers.  This isn’t going away but please pray that God gives me and Roy the strength and the wisdom to handle this the best way we can, the way He wants us to.  Through the rough times and the good times God is our Rock.  I am so thankful for that.

One of the biggest challenges Alzheimer’s Caregivers face is how to communicate effectively with someone living with Alzheimer’s disease. This challenge is particularly difficult when a person living with dementia becomes nasty and mean. The importance of touch and kindness should never be underestimated in Alzheimer’s and dementia care.


At the beginning, my mother turned meaner than a junkyard dog.

She said mean and nasty things to me every day.

This was new. My mother had never engaged in these behaviors with me before.

I had a leg up on this one because I studied communication in college and graduate school.

I understood that when my mother said something mean or nasty that it was the Alzheimer’s at work. It was not hard to make this cognitive leap. She had never done it before, now she was. What changed? Her brain changed. It was sick.

Even though I understood what was happening, it still hurt when she said those things to me. She did make me feel angry and sad. Every day. Day in and Day out.

I knew I had to do something. I finally realized something had to change — the first thing that had to change was me. I was going to need to learn how to label my feelings so I could control what I was feeling. Instead of mad, ready to take action.

I also decided I was going to have to do something to change Dotty. I already knew that trying to reason with someone suffering from Alzheimer’s is like trying to jump over the empire state building in a single bound.

Here is a quick description of one of the things that I did start doing. And yes, over time Dotty stopped saying those mean and nasty things to me.

Everyday, early in the morning, I would bend down and say something nice and positive to my mother. While doing this,

I put my forehead on her forehead.

I tried to get her to smile and say “yes”. I call this the positive reinforcement part of the process. When I say something nice, and when she responds yes –it anchors her.

I started to do this first thing in the morning several years ago. But not before I discovered that it worked and stopped her from being mean and vicious. I do it now in the same way I do many things — before it is needed. I call this getting out in front. I also call it getting the day started on the right foot. I don’t sit around and wait for the crap to hit the fan.

This is what I started doing in an effort to make my mother feel more secure and to stop saying mean things to me. My hope was that if I could make my mother feel more secure, she would stop being a junkyard dog.

When my mother would say something mean and nasty to me like, “get out, I can take care of myself”.

I would smiled at her, put my head against her forehead, and say something positive like,

“I am here, and I am not going anywhere”. While my forehead was still attached to hers I added something like,

“We are both here to take care of each other, we need each other”.

I was hoping beyond hope that somehow my mother would come to believe we were a team.

It worked.

The instances of my mother’s meanness and nastiness have declined dramatically. Today, she is more like the sweet person I always knew.

I believe the combination of touch, positive reinforcement, the calmness in my voice, and the smile did the trick. It really wasn’t hard to do. I did need a lot of practice on the emotional side. I had to get control of my emotions. I had to learn to meet meanness with Kindness.

On the other hand, the words came easy because I meant and believed every word I said.

Over time I learned how to communicate in a new, different, effective way. This is pleasing to me, and makes me feel happy.

I relearned something I already learned a long time ago. You get more with sugar than you do with vinegar. I guess you could say, I became a better person along the way.

I could thank Alzheimer’s for this. I won’t.

Thank you, Dotty.

Don’t be afraid to try it. I’m confident it will change your life.


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