Watching someone’s mind destroyed by this evil is torture.
Especially one which survived a torture in a POW camp long ago and far away.
I hope we ALL agree to fight together when things are truly worth fighting.
From the link below:
By the time I was old enough to ask my grandmother questions about her life, it was too late. All I had were skeletons of stories I heard from my mom. I knew that it had been difficult for my grandmother when her parents, Irish immigrants on the vaudeville circuit, left her behind to help care for her younger brother when they traveled. But who cared for her? I heard about how, after her parents became successful radio stars, she was once set up on a date with Frank Sinatra, but when he arrived, with my grandmother waiting to make an entrance, he used language she didn’t like, so she sent word that she wouldn’t be going. But what had he said? I knew that she and my grandfather divorced not long after my mom was born, and that my grandmother subsequently spent time in the hospital. But for what illness? When I’d ask her, she’d respond about the weather. And maybe this was because she didn’t want to talk about it. Or maybe she didn’t remember. For years, her body was well but her mind was dying. It was like watching the electric grid of a city shut off one neighborhood at a time, until almost every street was dark.
Eventually, she was given a diagnosis of dementia, though all this did was affirm the symptoms. And while Alzheimer’s disease accounts for about 70 percent of dementia cases, there never seemed to be a point in finding out whether that was what she had, because there was no treatment. This was true in 2007, the year she died, when an estimated 5.1 million Americans were believed to have Alzheimer’s, and it is still true today, as that number has risen to 5.8 million (by 2050, it’s projected to balloon to 13.8 million). Currently, Alzheimer’s is ranked as the sixth leading cause of death in the country, after heart disease and cancer. (It disproportionately impacts women, who not only make up two-thirds of all Alzheimer’s cases, but also two-thirds of the roughly 16 million Americans who provide unpaid care for someone with Alzheimer’s.) Yet of the top 10 causes of death, it is the only disease that still can’t be prevented, cured, or even slowed.
For the rest of the story, visit https://www.elle.com/beauty/health-fitness/a27792319/alzheimers-cure-united-neuroscience/
I hope this brings us all HOPE.
and for you, big lumberjack looking dude…
Some days I think I got dementia . I can’t remember things and sometimes it’s scary. Maybe there is hope.I hope so. A buddie of mine calls it brain farts.
My husband’s father lost his short term memory so could never remember five minutes ago.
Here’s what we did… we brought all the family photo albums into his room and sat and asked him to tell us who was who and where and when and we had the best time talking about everything he and Ma Grooch did when they were young and in love.
I recorded it all and plan to build a video album with his voice describing those photos. I’m inventing a new story telling medium for old fogies.
Calling it MaggieMedia.
(Teasing and am not asking for spiteful comments… I just want to let you know, BB, I appreciate your attempts to help. Even the most subtle signal is sometimes the one that saves the life. You are the wisest village idiot here. I mean that sincerely. And, I’ve still got beans for you. I can’t eat them any more. A digestive issue.)
Having watched many people die from Alzheimer’s and other forms of dementia, I can assure you that “brain farts” are not it. We all have those. Memory issues are NOT the key indicator. Decision making, judgement, and other cognitive functional impairments are truly the distinguishing things.
So very true… my father made very poor decisions toward his end of life. At one point, I drove he and my mother to the Veterans Administration for an examination for “in home” health care, paid for by the VA. (My father was a Japanese POW and was entitled to, and received, the highest level of access to medical care possible. Dale Graham of Veterans Corner in Moore, Oklahoma, helped my family get him “rated” at that high level.)
After the exam, while my mother helped my father out, I visited with the doctor who assured me he would authorize the highest level of care for Dad at home (he was never going to be happy in any facility, any where but that farm). However, he cautioned me that someone else would have to make decisions for my father. He said he didn’t know if I realized it, but my father’s thinking was not very clear on many things (as noted in his records) but, he cautioned me firmly that “your father can be very, very stubborn.”
Duh. Who would have thought that man could be stubborn?
Ten years ago or so I had what I called brain fog to some extent. I have since changed my diet and eat a lot more fresh vegies (salad related stuff), drastically less bad fats (almost none of margarine, shorteninig. tras fats, what some people think are the good fats like canola oil) and lots of good fats (coconut oil, avocados, eggs, grass fed butter, organic chicken, grass fed beef, olive oil, nuts such as macadamias, etc.), organic whole flat plain yogurt, lots of turmeric and ginger, etc etc and now I think very well. If you switch to this I think you will suddenly realize how much better you are thinking after just a few months. I also had blood work done after this and stuff like cholesterol was much improved.
Oh, I am so glad you brought up the OILY issue. I have learned so much about oil and although it is a small part of one’s food intake, it is a VITAL one when you are discussing brain shrinkage.
The good news is that cilantro chelates aluminum from the brain. Bad news is aluminum is in everything.
Jack you are right about the bad news.
Here is five things you can do to protect/detoxify yourself. After years of research I have been taking 2, 3, 4 & 5 for decades due to my desire to detoxify myself from Agent Orange exposure. Then when I investigated Chemtrails it reinforced why that was a wise move.
Plus 5 is good for people like me who like a martini, wine, cold beer on a hot day etc. etc.
5 EASY WAYS TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM CHEMTRAILS
https://stillnessinthestorm.com/2018/12/5-easy-ways-to-protect-yourself-from-killer-chemtrails/
1. Liquid Zeolite
2. Selenium
3. Chlorella
4. Spirulina
5. Milk Thistle
Good combo. The globalist psychopaths doing chemtrails claim that they are trying to block the suns rays due to the BS global warming. I think it more sinister. When we see the components to that mix,it looks more like there depopulation plan. It will speed up the coming mini ice age.
Thanks…I also agree with your conclusions.
Because I have spent close to 40 years methodically detoxifying myself from Dioxin I accidently also detoxified myself from the effects of Chemtrails…I didn’t start investigating that until I became a farmer at 62 and was outside all the time and the tic tac do boards became obvious.
Combine what was in my post with Saunas and fasting and even an occasional colonic, with common sense nutrition and you have a potent health producing strategy.
The tic tac toe became so obvious Harvard announced a couple years it was going to be done (all to help us and the environment, of course!) 🙂
Waves at Mark in passing. Howdy.
It also hide the movement of the alien ships cross country.
That was a joke.
There is vast evidence they are tainting the clouds with something. And, aluminum is a big part of everything that is BAD for us.
The hurt must be strong in the down voters. 🙂 Selenium is in brazil nuts, I have a couple every day. Also the mil thistle and sometimes the spirulina. Also consider Cilantro for similar protective and detox effects.
Didius Julianus,
All I can say about the down voters is they are either:
A. Indoor people
B. Never look up
C. Are blind
D. Believe the Federal Reserve is part of the Government
E. Think Mocking Bird is a sarcastic flying animal who does impressions
F. Are too stupid to know when they are being poisoned
G. Work for the poisoners
H. All of the above
Whata ya gonna DEW?
Hahahahaha! I saw what you did there. I mean, all these conductive particulates . . . .
The particulates matter, too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9ziKNAizHc
Geoengineering is hardest on the BIRDS.
I got interested in essential oils a few years back, discovered how much they cost and did my homework on how to do it myself. At that time, I also discovered how depleted our soils are here in this country of all the trace minerals we need to be healthy.
I need to look into spirulina… I have seen it referenced and just never have…
There just isn’t enough time. People who ask me what I do all day now that we are retired are shocked when I tell them I am busier and happier and more interested in life than the previous phase of my life.
They don’t believe me, but they also look like they are warmed over death from racing the rats.
I have three canisters of Zeolite clay. For TEOTWAWKI…
“…. chelates aluminum from the brain”
So does Fiji Water. Really. It has silica in it which is able to penetrate the blood-brain barrier and it sucks out the aluminum (in the brain).
HAHAHAHAHAHA omfg Stucky. Are trolling that poor guy?
Really? Are you REALLY this stupid? Dad said I should get off that tractor and come in and pick that saber Uncle Barney brought back from Japan up and get myself ready.
Bring it.
M G,
What is the research regarding the effects on the patient? Do they know they have it? Are they in pain? Are they experiencing mental anguish? I assume mental anguish because they come in and out of it?
If alzheimers is bliss for the patient…
My Dad was told he had it and he was in denial. The whole family was in denial, if you ask me. His mind was strong so he “knew” people, but his actions and behavior grew erratic. He would angrily announce to everyone at gatherings that he hoped they all knew the doctors had decided he had lost his mind. And with the same dramatic delivery he’d delivered stories about the things he loved best… what he called Swampeast Missouri. He never left the region after World War II except to visit my Aunt Martha and then, her namesake in Oklahoma. You might think that flattering to me, but in fact, I lived close enough to three POW buddies that they would all join him at my house.
At 19 he got a band of brothers. Then he came home and had a few kids. His family were those POWs and there were very few of them around to help him reach far back into his mind.
It is not bliss. It is mindless wandering around trying to remember who they are and why they are with people they do not know.
Perhaps, at times, it is just mindless gazing but most days it is a struggle to remember who, where, why and most of all, what happened to their memories.
We were lucky with Poppa Grooch. Even though he had zero short term memory (Nick would go breakfast with him before work, then I would join him after our son got to school. I spent the day and then my son would come relieve me (most days) for an hour or so. Nick and I returned for dinner.
He would ask if Joey was coming to see him just minutes after Joey walked out the door. But he knew who we were and he knew he was in Oklahoma because it was hot as hell, so there was no mistaking it for mild Cleveland that summer.
So, Poppa Grooch was just short term loss.
My father had full blown Alzheimers and it made him bitter. It made him paranoid and worried about his papers he was working on. He was a prolific writer and that was a blessing, but he would “lose” his written material and search and search, getting angry that it had been stolen.
He kind of knew me once in a while, but it was very painful to be accused of being a thief and a liar by one’s father whom one adored.
Toward the end, we all decided seeing me caused him to be so upset it was harmful.
As I mentioned, a preacher I came to really appreciate (visited Poppa Grooch in the nursing home several times, even bringing him communion from the church I’d hauled him to a few times to see people dancing in the spirit. It was fun… the first time I took him, a lady started dancing in the aisle and he looked at me and said “I thought that was just a big act on TV…” He clapped along and really had fun.
I took him to Bingo night and we won a prize. I still have that little clock. Ecclesiastes 3:11 on its face.
So that preacher man gave Poppa his “last rights” (because let’s face it, the Lord’s Prayer is the Lord’s Prayer and the beads are just beads. We just all held that crucifix and said the prayer and Poppa was all cleaned up and ready) and I told him about my own father and he told me he suspected Dad was pushing me out of his life so I would not have to watch what was happening.
I’m sticking with that one for now. I’m also meeting my mother at his grave very soon with a little raccoon pelt.
Right now, I’m off to take pictures of the Big Muddy as it crests. If that wall gets breached, I intend to get the photo.
With Boomer Sooner film. Because I watched my Dad film a tornado from the loft in the hay barn.
That is how it is done.
Credit goes to…”credit” I think for the Boomer Sooner film line.
That’s all I got right now… I’ve got to visit a river.
Thanks DB Cooper.
Appreciate the assist, pal.
You sent me into the “library archives.” (Aka, here, as the treehouse, which is the little house that served as both home to a family of Mennonite log home builders, as well as the Grooch home when they traveled home each Friday for rest and renewal on the Sabbath.
All my books have been in boxes there for several years.
Today, this morning, they escaped and I am surrounded by old friends and experts on everything.
Having witnessed the behavior of my mother in law and my mother, along with dozens of other residents of my mom’s memory care facility, I can tell you that EVERYONE experiences it differently. In my mom’s case, she was plagued with massive anxiety over the loss of control, loss of short term memory, loss of cognitive abilities, etc. In my mother in law’s case, she became quite calm, even quiet, with very little anxiety (except for the “sundowning” episodes in the afternoon that so many experience). For my mom, she also like had a bi-polar problem and even schizophrenia issues that had never been treated, so medications were required to address some of those issues. While she was living at our house (after having left the familiar space of her own home), she repeatedly threatened both my wife with murder, burning down the house, and worse (pre-medication). On medication however, she was pretty ok, even thinking the place she lived was her own home and owned by her husband. She made up stories that fit her needs and we didn’t question or correct her – why bother.
So absolutely NOT BLISS one bit. Imagine if everytime you entered a room, you had no idea where you were. Imagine every time you woke up you had no idea what was going on. Imagine if all the people around you were strange to you, but some you sort of recognized but couldn’t figure out who they were, no matter how much you struggled to try.
It is probably the shittiest disease you could have. At least with all the others, while they come with pain and suffering, etc. you at least know what is going on.
One cannot look at a sufferer of Alzheimer’s or the other related dementias and not appreciate the reason why many support assisted suicide or why any individual should be allowed to contract such an exit while they still have the capacity to do so.
M G and Mr. Liberty,
I asked an ignorant question. Sounds like you both had to witness some pretty bad stuff. My parents are getting up in age and health difficulties. No dementia or alzheimers in my family history as far as I know. I shall thank my lucky stars and cross my fingers.
I’m putting together a fairly extensive synopsis (with references) of the things I think I know having seen several cases. Like Liberty says, each case is different.
With incontrovertible evidence from MRIs, from discussions with doctors and from witnessing his behavior, many members of my family, INCLUDING my own mother, who cared for him daily until other care became available, absolutely refused to believe my father had Alzheimers.
It is NOT ever bliss.
I know it, Daddy.
Well this explains a lot.
You keep realizing stuff but nothing sticks, Hillary, you keep defaulting to a brainless state: duh, EC is Maggie…
Sorry EC. I guess I shouldn’t have suggested that you weed up. Your effort is admirable, but the execution is weak. Try a little harder next time.
My two dads…
What does it explain???
Maggie posts an article about Alzheimers, and then shares a personal story and you say “it explains a lot”? Are you mocking her?
I’m going to give you a chance to explain … to give you the benefit of the doubt. Because if you are mocking her, and her story, I will go on a one-man rampage to destroy your ass here on TBP. Not kidding. Don’t push me too far.
You truly have drunk the coolaid. I can only imagine the one man rampage that you could muster. Perhaps it could contain foul invectives like EC. Maybe it would just be long rants using infantile names like maggie. Or you could list my faults for all to see like YoBo.
I am sorry, you are just out of bullets as far as I can see. If you think that you can not interpret my intent from my comment then you are certainly not going to be able to destroy any asses, including mine.
Don’t push me. Oh for god’s sake.
I.
Said.
Bring.
It.
I was out on the tractor, all ready to get my giddy-up getting going and it started to rain again.
I came in and discovered this BIRD dropping shit on my post to you.
I have gone down to our little treehouse and gotten all my medical references, along with all my herbal and oils references out.
I’m probably just going to mail the composition out because it really sickens me to have this BIRD shit all over my posts. I’m tough enough, but not that tolerant.
I’ve got a lot better things to do. Am planning a trip to the big man’s gravesite with your namesake very soon. My mother will be there and that is a difficult thing to coordinate for an elderly woman with terrible issues. However, the Veterans Group here considers it an “Honor Flight.”
So, if this birdturding doesn’t stop, you will get it hardcopy from a friend.
My father, who died last August, had Alzheimer’s Disease. He first noticed the symptoms himself- forgetting where the keys were, forgetting to take his daily medications, or forgetting which channel was ESPN on the television. He first noticed these things around 2010 when he was 65 years old. I moved in with my parents to help my mother care for him in 2011 (he also had Parkinson’s and large benign tumor on his spine that was removed in the Spring of 2012 during a 12 hour operation).
From my perspective, I didn’t notice the mental deficits until around 2014 and wouldn’t have even known he had Alzheimer’s if he hadn’t told my mother and I about forgetting things. However, by the Summer of 2014 I started to notice. He always fed my parents’ cats, and one morning I noticed that instead of putting down fresh water in the steel water dish, he had put down the water in a coffee cup. This happened about 3 times over the course of month, and one day it was coffee in the cup, not water. Then he began putting cat litter in the food dish. At about the same time, started putting away the dishes without having washed them, and then the dishes started to turn up everywhere in the kitchen except where they belonged in the cabinets.
Also, in the late Fall of 2014, we had to go and exchange cars in a nearby parking lot for my mother whose Malibu had a dead battery. After I had changed the battery out, I got in my mother’s car and followed my father back to the house. Pulling out of the lot, my father started down a four lane avenue on the wrong side of the road, and kept going for about a hundred yards before he realized his mistake. That was the day I took his keys away- he never drove again.
By the Spring of 2015, he could not longer use the remote control for the television. Also, he would go through periods, lasting 2-3 weeks where it was obvious he really didn’t know where he was, but was still alert enough to realize this was wrong and would try to hide this from my mother and myself. Then he would reconnect with the world for a few months before the spell would reappear. However, the spells kept getting longer and the recovery periods shorter over the next 2 years. In the late Summer of 2017, he just seemed to mentally disappear. He would roam the house all night long- opening and closing doors, drawers, and cabinets- looking for who knows what. He started to leave the house in the middle of the night and get lost in the neighborhood, so we put door security guards on the tops of the exterior doors (the kinds you see on hotel room doors). Just to demonstrate the mental decline- the locks are easy to open, but he couldn’t even figure out where they were on the door- it never occurred to him to look up. He couldn’t remember where his bedroom or the bathroom was. He started to urinate everywhere- in the bed, into the garbage can, in the bedroom floor, etc.
He never forgot who my mother and I were, but it was obvious that the memories of us he was drawing from were those formed decades ago, and not those formed any time in the previous 35 years- it was like the last 35 years of his life were completely unavailable for recall. He seemed to think I was a teenager, that my siblings still lived in the house, and that the house was the one I grew up in (my parents moved to Oak Ridge, TN when I was graduate school). Because my mother and I didn’t quite look like ourselves from his point of view, he became suspicious of us- refusing to let us help him, refusing to believe the things we were telling him, etc. He began to think of himself as a prisoner.
Things got so bad that we had to resort to pretty powerful benzodiazepine drugs to keep him calm by the late Winter of 2018. However, these had the side effect of making him even more physically infirm, and by late July of 2018 he developed a really bad case of sciatica (he had long term lower back problems) that prevented him from even standing up. Had he been mentally competent, we could have put him on bed rest and NSAIDs and it would have cleared within week, but he couldn’t remember that he couldn’t walk, and was always squirming out of the bed and ending up in the floor. Also, we couldn’t put a catheter in because he would just pull it out- and on top of that, he thought he had to urinate every half hour all day and all night long. After this had gone on for 2 weeks without improvement, he stopped eating and drinking. My mother and I had a long conversation with him after two days of the hunger/thirst strike. We asked him if he wanted to be taken to the hospital for a feeding tube and IV fluids. He told us that he didn’t want that, but he still wouldn’t eat or drink. He asked for hospice care explicitly- he wanted to die. With hospital care and restraints our only options, my mother and I agreed to this. After a week without food and water, my father slipped into a coma and then died a week later.
I am so glad I checked this on my way out the door.
I will go into a bit more detail about Dad’s condition. Because of my work with Dale Graham, Veterans Corner in Moore, Oklahoma (look him up. He’s amazing), I was able to become Dad’s “point of contact” with the VA and as such, had access to his records to assess what he might need.
Not a POA… just the authorization to look. There’s a difference.
So, I saw the tests they’d given him and how badly he’d failed them. My siblings and others didn’t believe it, preferring his version of the test… that the doctor/nurse/therapist, etc., had misunderstood him.
I think this might help a lot of people to discuss this and I will explain why I think his lack of fermented foods (my father continued to ferment foods after Japan… all my life. When he got too infirm to do that, my mother bought him canned sauerkraut thinking it was the same and “didn’t stink so bad.”) He kept his stuff in a big ceramic tub with a sealed lid out in his Post Office. And that’s so hard to explain I’ll just recommend you ask Hardscrambled Funny Farmer. I need his address anyway.
I think it was the straw that broke the man’s mind completely. He started eating stuff I’d NEVER seen him eat.
Ice cream and Chocolate Cake every night before bed. The doctors said it didn’t matter and at the time, we all just humored him and thought it amusing.
Now that Dr. Mercola (winks toward Stuckenheimer) taught me different, I know the man needed some good gut bacteria.
Gotta go… I only have a short time to get there, but listen.
I’ll stop by “somewhere” and check back up in town.
What is HSF’s address? I just can’t find it and I can mail this stuff tomorrow, but I hate to leave Narnia two days in a row.
I need it posted somewhere on the blog, perhaps right here. Or else, the mailing will have to wait. The river ain’t gonna wait.
See ya.
My mom’s only intake consisted of Milky Way bars, sugary danishes, and cigarettes. It would have been nice to try something else, something better, but there was no way she would ever try it. It is fortunate that your father already enjoyed that stuff and appreciated what it did for him. Despite my mom being a huge Adelle Davis fan and others when I was growing up, lost all of that well before the Alzheimer’s set in, and was hopeless once it did. And good luck finding any residential facility that focuses on truly good nutrition. All they care about is presentation and making the children think they are taking care of mom or dad. Once dementias get pretty severe, taste is lost, and sweet is the last to remain….so the craving of sweets. Indeed, probably the worst thing they could do for what most in the NATURAL MEDICINE COMMUNITY refer to as “Type 3 diabetes.” Try mentioning that to any western medicine researcher working on Alzheimer’s and they will blow you off completely. Again, diet is nothing they give a damn about…just the Billion Dollar “magic pill.”
EVERYTHING about one’s health depends on what you eat and how you process it. I believe that now.
It isn’t that the sugar, in and of itself is bad. It is the TYPE of sugar the FDA allows these monsters to put into processed food.
“it is the only disease that still can’t be prevented, cured, or even slowed.”
That is according to the folks who only make money by perpetuating problems, not solving them.
Do the research, do the reading, stay away from WESTERN MEDICINE and its worthless “magic pill” approach to everything.
People absolutely have been CURED. People have absolutely had complete reversal of symptoms. People who don’t get it are doing something right. There are also plenty of people who have made serious changes in their diet and their health who will likely have prevented what the alternatives would have caused.
Western medicine does not believe one bit in the the ability of the body to be healthy, stay healthy, and remain disease free via nutrition or lifestyle. NOT ONE BIT.
I watched my mother in law and my mother both die of Alzheimer’s. Both of them followed the advise of their doctors and it did them no good.
All of the people who make billions from the existence of Alzheimer’s, cancer, hearth disease, liver disease, etc. have NO REAL DESIRE in seeing any of these things cured, or heaven forbid….prevented.
https://www.naturalnews.com/2019-02-27-coconut-oil-to-reverse-alzheimers.html
I like the Health Ranger…good post KaD!
Well, on that recommendation, I’ll will be Health Rangering… thanks. and KaD, it isn’t that I don’t appreciate the information about coconut oil… I just KNEW that already. I didn’t know about the Health Ranger. Haha…
I believe you are right. I was on several types of medicines prior to my illness that led to surgery. After the surgery, I just decided I would wait and see.
I’ve never liked taking medicines on a regular basis and now that I know how psychotropic some of the pain and anxiety and stress and bandaid-on- a- scratch medicines* they give your for everything just to sell you pills
What other reason would they advertise medicines for except to plant the subliminal message in your mind that 1) YOU might need them and 2) Everyone is taking them so you should too.
The pharmaceutical companies are hiring packs of software engineers to figure out how to more easily deliver medications through genetic modification of plants. That’s probably gonna work out well.
How can you folks possibly believe that maggie knows anything at all about any of this. She is a veritable font of misinformation.
I.
SAID.
BRING.
IT.
Maggie
Ms Freud had her MRI today. A 20-minute procedure would up being over 90 minutes. She simply could not stay still … complained about the noise … said she had to pee …. god, it was a fucken nighmare. But, we got through it.
I don’t have time to comment further today …. have to do some (lots, actually) crap for mom.
Looking forward to reading/commenting on this tomorrow.
God bless you, Maggie.
Yeah, and no logical arguments will EVER work on them again. It is quite frustrating for those of us who think logically, and who try and solve problems and “situations” that way. I finally just stopped trying in that way. Sure, things didn’t change with mom (but they weren’t going to anyway), but they did with me…a lot less stress. Hang in there.
I will be here tomorrow as well and we’ll “chat.” My cousin in India does the all natural plant for medicine thing and she looks great… 70ish and still climbing trees. Well, not on a regular basis, but we did do some climbing when she visited a couple years ago.
Like you, I’m busy as all get out… I managed to get down on the riverbank, but it was NOT easy. The river crested late, but… they are expecting more rain tonight. It is incredible how much rain we’ve had.
Our 25 acres of hay made about 60 round bales last year. Today, I see they’ve baled over 50 and they are less than halfway finished. The “boys” (80 year old who brothers who cut and bale our hay since last year when God sent them into my drive to ask who cus our hayfield and I said “I hope you do”because I wasn’t feeling well and I knew something was getting ready to happen to me, but was pretending it was just gas or indigestion.)
I’m thrilled for them. It’s a win-win. We get someone to cut our field, bale and provide hay for my animals and they get to sell the extra bales to pay for their gas and time.
One of the brothers is a survivor of liver cancer and he is the one who refuses to take chemo and/or do the radiation. I am going to sit with a tape recorder and get the whole story, but I won’t be transcribing it anytime soon.
I’m going to Alaska.
I say my prayers daily and you know what they look like… the Brooks and Dunn “Play something country” not the Gretchen Wilson “Redneck Woman” one. However, you do have several bead counting lunatics in Maryland in their prayer closets asking for healing for your beloved. It can’t hurt.
Life just goes one, doesn’t it. It just doesn’t stop and give you a break., even when you obviously need and deserve one.
You get back and fill me in if you can and I’ll tell you anything I know that might help or at least make you smile.
And, seriously, God has Blessed me. Showered me.
Keep trying maggie. We all know that communists don’t believe in god. You use Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals so you are a communist so you can’t possibly be the christian that you claim to be. Your foul language alone disqualifies you as a christian and your envy and spite and the whole list of deadly sins that you display every day is just further proof that you are a communist troll.
For the last time before I send my husband into the safe room for the AK, just in case we need it, let me assure you that what disqualifies you from speaking rationally to me about anything is your FOWL language.
You are a BIRD of the lowest order.
And you are a retarded cunt and a moron, but that doesn’t really matter to me. Just give it up. Your asshole imaginary husband and his imaginary AK can sit in your imaginary room for the rest of your life. I don’t see how that means anything to me. You wanted to be queen turd on the shit pile. You think your shit doesn’t stink. You keep fowling up every bodies posts with your mindless dribble like the one just below this comment. You haven’t learned anything. you deserve what you get. You asked for it. You played the hard ass and you lost. now you can suffer. You and yo. You and ec. You and pooh. I really don’t have anything better to do right now.
I do not know why you are allowed to do this to me.
But… I personally have better things to do. But, I’m up for a late night stroll to facilitate brain health.
You are a despicable BIRD, with the rest implied.
I am Queen Marthur!
and HERE below) are my credentials… If you are too stupid to realize I am really who I say I am, you are too stupid to be here at TBP posting as if you have any talent at all.
LOST? My father taught me true freedom from Birds like you.
C’mon, you loser BIRD… tell everyone here what I said to you that upset you so very much.
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Why don’t you do me a little favor [$$$$$] and tell everyone exactly what it is that I said to you that you are so offended by?
Where is that BIRD? I feel like I might want to PLAY…
Since for some reason, I’m not allowed to just speak freely about any topic whatsoever on this blog any longer, I would encourage you, Stucky, to seek out my email from any of several folks here willing to share it. Because it is becoming painfully obvious to me that some pigs are indeed MORE equal than other pigs. And, as a general rule? I try to stay out of pig sty politics.
I have absolutely ZERO time to pet the deflated ego (or any other limp organ or part) of a loser like that BIRD. I have embarked upon a journey with your namesake to honor as many Vets as I can honor from the Missouri Territory to the Alamo to Alaska to Nova Scotia and onward through New Hampshire to Arlington and beyond to find a guy named Red.
Now, I tried to encourage a few folks here to pass the pelt and let it become part of the folklore and they were resistant. Is the post office’s fault because I THINK if Admin’s package had not gotten “lost” the letter inside would have explained everything. However, I had to let my curiosity get the best of me and I stuck an almost new hundred dollar bill in there just to “see” if it could make through scanning.
Well, for a LONG time the message on the tracking site told me it was “delayed.”
When I visited with Tim the Mailman Tanner down in the County Seat, he checked and discovered it was lost and put out a message to try and find it. By the time I got home, the tracking site no longer said “delayed.” Just “lost in transit.”
The other two boxes, sent that same day… made it to their destinations with similar items (in lieu of tequilla, jars of honey and maple syrup from the Amish Village up the road slopped around) in the boxes except there was NO MONEY in there at all. While the box may show up someday (Tim the Mailman Tanner says if so, just keep it even though the USPS gave me the $200 I insured it for and that got send to TBP’s general fund), I doubt we’ll see the tequilla.
I feel a bit stupid for putting that hundred in expecting it to be scanned and found now that I realize someone found the cash and the bottle of tequilla and absconded for Juarez, Mexico.
And, to all of you who emailed me with inquiries and comforting words throughout what has been a most enlightening ordeal… even quiet little jfish because I know we have to do what we have to do… I’m going to Alaska in a few weeks to say goodby to some old friends who, ironically, or not (Cue music, below), were killed by a BIRD strike. (Elmendorf AWACS crash site)
Don’t worry about me, though. Big Joe and Poppa Grooch have my back.
I live in paradise with the man to whom my father entrusted my care. I don’t need this, but want to get the information about the Herbal Remedies my cousin in India has shared with me regarding Alzheimers and mind health.
I will NOT post another essay until someone gets rid of the BIRD.
and if NO ONE DOES?
Well, that is good information too.
Oh no maggie. I can’t hear the violins. You are so set upon. Your heart must be breaking in two. All of those friends that you lost. None of us have ever lost any friends. That’s why we never comment on our trials. Your life is one of misery and woe and our lives are all sunshine and kittens.
Well, I will make you an offer. If you can resist posting trash comments about your meaningless life, then I can resist commenting on your trash comments. So far you haven’t shown yourself to have that capability, but it could happen. Maybe your will learn that the sun doesn’t rise and set over your golden ass. I don’t hold out much hope. Your only joy in life is spewing vomit on TBP. Let’s see if you can exhibit some, what was it? Self Control.
Try and be a good girl now and toddle off to bed.
And, I have photos of both both the money order I sent to TBP for $200 AND the proof it arrived. And the email thanking me.
Speaking of cures,I live in Puerto Vallarta Mex. There is a clinic here ,, Bio Spa that is a world class destination. I was there again yesterday and had the intravenous Vit C and also did the foot detox. I cannot say enough good of this place. I have made 4 visits in the last 2 years. They do stem cell therapy,a infrared sauna, Lots of beauty stuff for the girls. They make kraut,yogurt and all the other probiotics on site. I had that yesterday,wow! And massage , etc.
It is truly criminal that the FDA has essentially banned all IV vitamin C treatments in this country. Beyond criminal. All to protect their friends in big Pharma, and to make sure that more people die for no reason.
“..and to make sure that more people die for no reason.”
I would hazard a guess the reason is that love of money and power thing.
647 thumbs up. Can’t hit up button hard enough . . . but alas . . . only 1 vote.
When my best friend was getting treatments for her breast cancer, she had to have a nurse come to her home to give them to her. It was a nurse who was a family member and would do it… she couldn’t get it done in a clinic.
I’ve heard about several similar clinics in Central and South America, as well.
Tomorrow I will see if I can get the directory I have regarding that topic…
I have a cousin that died from it. She was diagnosed at age 50 and dead at 54, a blessing in some ways that she went so fast. It ran on her mother’s side. She had a quarter inch gap between the right and left side of her brain by the time it took her.
wow… I think Dad’s was only about an 1/8 inch. He really deteriorated fast, though, once the true dementia set in.
Cape Girardeau is still there and so is the flood wall. The Mississippi River is ENORMOUS. I drove over the bridge into Illinois and for 1.3 miles AFTER crossing the bridge, was still driving by standing water in fields and houses with sandbags a quarter of the way up the wall.
Did I see another post about Food Shortages? Well, I drove past several thousand acres (counting Missouri side and Illinois side) that are just full of water. No seed going into that ground anytime soon.
I’m going down into corn country Friday. I expect to see the same down there.
I made my way back (on foot) to where I shot the photos last week (barely.) Water is actually up inside of Dry Dock now., not just blocking entry. Tugboats are all on the Illinois side. They look like they are staring at Cape Girardeau.
I walked the railroad to get to theflood wall (and discovered a sign barely visible that suggested I was trespassing on railroad property and could be in violation of stuff.) I didn’t get handcuffed today though.
I visited with a few old guys at the Veterans Home in Cape. I saw one wanderer. That’s what we called the Alzheimers patients who managed to get through the locked door at Poppa Grooch’s nursing home. Because they just wander and ask where they should go. It is so, so sad.
Oh, by the way… am glad Stucky that your wife got an MRI. Some people diagnosed with senility really are only Hydrocephalic (like me.) The duct sometimes just shuts down and the extra pressure on the cranial cavity from the CSF collected in the ventricles can cause elderly people to seem Demented. A coroner told me he suspects about HALF of Alzheimers patients are just HydroHeads and Medicare doesn’t want to pay for a shunt placement.
I can’t prove that, but I certainly would suggest NO ONE just take a single d0ctor’s opinion about your brain without researching other things. And learn the terms associated with brain pressure. Like sundowning and… well, now I need MY old charts.
And of course, chelation therapy. You might as well go and get that done if you are trying to amass a full boat of quack cures. Maggie will set you up with Saul to get the work done. You might want to get an oil change while you are at it.
Please. Please. Tell me that none of you are taking medical advice from a lunatic who lives in a log cabin.
By that logic, we shouldn’t glean any wisdom from the Unabomber.
Most of my information comes from people I met during my earlier career as an editor. I met some really interesting and influential people once in a while. They all seemed to think I was neither a lunatic nor a communist.
Cindy hired me to become the “staff” editor and I edited a number of publications for the Carl Albert Congressional Research Center at OU during my long vacation as a graduate student. She also believed brain surgery was indeed a damn good excuse for not finishing a thesis. We remain friends, though we had a mild disagreement about whether it was time for a JC Watts or just ANY black man to be president. Then, we had a bit more of a disagreement over whether it was time for a Susan Molinari to be president or just ANY old skank from Arkansas.
I admire Cindy greatly because I know her experiences in life formed her beliefs, as she knows how mine were formed and mailed my father a wonderful letter he cherished for his 80th birthday. Although our paths diverged, our long term friendship remains. Hello, Cindy, if you see this, and know I still call you Mentor and say nice stuff about you.
And, before you notice it… I had TWO Mentors at OU and both of them were on my thesis committee. I also interned for Catherine Bark, aka Cat, who taught me my way around the archives in a library.
This chapter in particular, The Gendering of Cancer Policy, put me in touch with folks who knew who writes the rules for medical policy.
Please tell this addled BIRD for me, SOMEONE, that I do not lie. I may exaggerate and occasionally, I lapse into literary licensed HYPERBOLE when I think people should realize I’m being either sarcastic or fantastical.
But I do not lie. And the only photoshopping was on the last name.
Now, please cease and desist. Or go play with yourself elsewhere. Six of one… half a dozen of the other.
So, is this one all made up too? I will send a copy of this SIGNED book (By the Mayor of Norman Oklahoma (at the time) … Cindy Simon Rosenthal, PhD to someone here I trust to send it back to me, unharmed.
This one will be a lender, not a keeper.
Just sayin’
Your god will punish you for all of the lying that you have done.
Is that Martha Grooch the pasta?
You are messing with Big Joe Brown’s daughter. He is coming for you, BIRD.
I do plan to come and tell everything I THINK I know about this disease and how best to try and fight it.
However, I have hay baling people here and they are going to let me drive the tractor for a while.
EC? you like this guy?
And, by the way… after he wrote We Stole to Live (which I typed for him in my first dismal year of college for $500), he added this little thing which he duct taped together.
Funny Farmer might notice I’d already dropped a notch in the lineup.
Oh, and that “meeting” with the General did NOT happen like it says here… the very next page explains it was his daydream that it could have and might have. It did not.
Later… I gots me a Ford tractor to drive!
Oh, the river did not breach the wall. I am not sure if I’m glad or sad. I did want that photo.
Sorry I missed this thread yesterday. I have stories I could tell about my mom if I had time. I can’t watch movies about Alzhiemers because they make me cry. I was looking for a documentary I saw several years ago and I can’t find it. It was about a large family that early Alzheimers ran in the family. The mom had it in her 50’s and 3 siblings were starting to show symptoms. It was heartbreaking.
However, I did find this.
https://www.pbs.org/video/alzheimers-every-minute-counts-every-minute-counts/
I don’t have time to watch it right now. When my grandson wakes up I will be busy, plus I have things to do that I haven’t got done in the last few days because of taking him to the orthopedic to get both his arms set in casts and dealing with his worthless mother. Plus I have to email his dad to I give him updates on how to take care of him when he gets to New York.. HIs annual summer visit will be delayed because I have to have follow up x-rays next week to determine if his right hand will need surgery for a pin.
I am thinking about writing about dealing with a family member that has Borderline Personality Disorder. That is what his mom has. Oh, she is not diagnosed, mainly because those types don’t believe they are the problem. Everyone else is the problem. But she fits the profile to a T. I supposed it’s not fair to call her worthless. I don’t believe it’s her fault she has this disorder but I just can’t help it. She let his medicaid lapse and could not be ready to go with me to the doctor yesterday. I don’t have the authority to get him treated but I did get verbal over the phone. It was actually a godsend because I have a friend works there and who knows both of us pull some strings to get past the red tape. Thanks for the prayers, MG
BTW, I had an anxiety attack after I left her house trying to get to the doc on time while I was driving and only prayers got us there. I haven’t had an anxiety attack for a bazillion years and it was quite scary to have that happen while you are going 65 mph on the interstate in the city. I am thinking about taking up smoking again..lol.
Do not think about smoking again… think about being able to laugh without coughing up hunks of your lungs, like my dear Poppa Grooch did.
I do enjoy listening to him on the recordings, but toward the final days, he could only talk for a few seconds with that COPD-destroyed voice (like rough gravel) before launching into a coughing fit. Signally whomever was with him to get the breathing equipment.
Sigh…
I’m in for a break. Driving that tractor is harder than it was when I was a teenager. (I became the right hand man after “Little Joe,” as everyone called my brother, went to the US Navy (USS Forestall).
You go right ahead and tell me what you know. I’m putting together a few notes on what I THINK I’ve learned.
And, I’m cleaning a Japanese Samarai Sword my Uncle Barney brought back from Japan.
HSF, I need your address. Email or otherwise. I didn’t escape from Old Black Water until long after the USPS closed… and NOT that one at Himmel. That guy was unreliable. He couldn’t even get Admin his package with the Cinnamon Tequilla in it!
Mary, I went down and got all my boxes of books and research stuff out of our “second” house on the property I often refer to as the treehouse.
The Yoders thought I should call it the birdhouse, but they didn’t grasp the ugly connotation the word BIRD has for me.
I am planning a trip toward your region in August and will put it on the itinerary to stop by and let you be part of my little project to place a few pretty rocks on a few gravesites.
Wow, me too. I went down to the garage and found a box that was empty. There were other boxes there but they were not as empty so they wouldn’t work as well for the squirrels. I use the squirrels to hunt down the peanuts that the birds hide in the yard. Why do birds hide peanuts. Where is the yard. Well anyway, my pappa pooch and I used to take the squirrels in the boxes, we put holes in the boxes of course, you don’t want those little buggers dying on you now do you. Dead squirrels don’t really work too well if you are trying to find peanuts. We, my pappa pooch and I set some dead squirrels out in the yard and even after hours of careful attention those lazy squirrels didn’t find a single peanut.
So now we feed the squirrels shrooms so they can trip their little balls off. They run around finding peanuts all day long and then they go down to the river to take pictures of the dry dock.
Cape Girardeau Dry Dock has standing water inside and the road is completely shut down now. I walked the rails for about a half mile to get onto the river itself.
I just don’t understand… did I say something to offend you? Could you TELL me what it was?
Oh, and anticipating your next chirp, BIRD…
Since I’ve decided to just compose, print and mail my information rather than subject another essay or book review to BIRD droppings, I thought I would provide you with a book list.
There. I had Grooch take the photo with my feet in it to “prove” I didn’t go find a picture of all these books on the interwebs. I have a clearer image if you can’t read titles.
Tramp for the Lord by Corrie Ten Boom is a particularly useful reference for lost BIRDS.
Grooch is a wonderful husband and friend, but he can’t take a decent photo even if I set it up and say “push the button.”
Here’s my clearer attempt without feet.
Mary Christine and Stucky… that little book up there by the Merck Manual and above the Effortless Healing by Dr. Joseph Mercola (Cheesy Grin!), is titled simply Herbal Remedies. I can’t find a link to purchase it ANYWHERE.
This is the same author
https://tamarakircher.com/herbal-medicine/
But, that little book is a GEM.
I will copy the whole book for you and drop it on when I manage to actually meet you. Or, you can send your address. It probably won’t cost a dollar to send the whole thing book rate.
However, I think these pages are essential for you, Mary Christine. And you, too, Stucky… And the Missus…
I’m really not sure why this book is not available online. It is copyright 1996, but perhaps it was a limited printing or something? I was not in that end of the operation when I edited books for the OU PRESS.
I’m off here MC and Stuck… I’ll be working on my project.
Semi-sad news… My father’s old friend who printed “We Stole to Live” sold me the clock yesterday…
Semi-sad because, while we’ve played the negotiation game for over two years now, his selling it to me for $100 is a signal. EXCEPT that the clever old guy showed me an really old coin bank that is a talking cow. You drop in a quarter and it says “Mooooooo! That made a lot of cents! Twenty-five.”
He knows good and well I WANT THAT COW.
That’s on the other camera… this is dry dock last week. The road was still open and it was accessible.
Not yesterday. I had to park at the riverside campus and walk down the hill to the tracks.
And this is the wall on the riverside, where all the benches and tables to sit at are underwater.
There was something kind of flopping around in there, so I did NOT open that door and head into that mess. I didn’t take my muck boots.
I should not have to take the BIRD poop like this. Big Joe doesn’t like it.
Neither does Poppa Grooch.
He’s calling in the Italians. Fuggedaboutit. Guess what? He actually DID say that.
Those are good references, M G, but I still believe this book by the Altons should be on everyone’s bookshelf in case of emergency.
Hay…wait just a doll garned minute there sweety. Just a few days ago you were regaling us with your skills with a camera. Now you offer this.
You are a BIRD of the lowest order.
I am working on something productive, which you apparently have never done.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxuufRSEaRU&list=RDcxuufRSEaRU&start_radio=1&t=81
Ouch maggie. That really hurt. How about you post another dozen few photos of your imaginary books and then you can repost the pages that you put in the other threads. I am pretty sure that if you do that everyone will see them and be impressed. I know I will be.
I am composing a photo essay of the flooding.
But… first… you… need… to…
Die. Die. Die.