More Mama Please?!
The story of a motherblogger...
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Tuesday, March 9, 2021
The Likeness is Incredible!
Friday, February 5, 2021
CENSORED by vocal.media A Drug Addict Saved My Life Part 6: Covering All Bases
I’m the baby of five. I haven’t seen one of my sisters and my only brother in years. Mona is my oldest sister from another mother, and Nina is my older sister from another father. Nina and I grew up together in the same household. While we always knew Mona as our sister, we didn’t live with her. Both of these chicks became mother hens when I was in the hospital.
My oldest sister and I don’t communicate often, but I love her dearly. She is genuine and kind but tough. Mona had her own resurrection experience five years prior to mine. After complications due to knee surgery, she developed a blood clot, which ultimately led to her heart stopping. They brought her back.
She had to relearn to walk and spent a month in a rehab hospital. Forever changed by her medical trauma, she knew all too well what I was going through. So, Mona visited me every day for nearly a year. She fasted and prayed for my recovery. Prayers were going up from all over the world from believers and non-believers alike. Family, friends and strangers were wishing me continued life.
Nina cared for me like her doll baby when we were younger. She fed me my bottles when our mother was ill, and mastered sliding down the staircase with me in her arms. She was 5 and I was only months old. As time went on, her role became more of my equal than of my big sis. Our personalities differ, but we think the same when it comes to what matters most. After our mother died, we were all that remained. We are family.
We were brought up in the church, and were taught not to mess around with things we did not understand. No ouija boards, no witchcraft, no hoodoo, voodoo or blasphemous speech. Pentecostal Christians didn’t wear large earrings or skirts above the knee to church, and we didn’t take the Lord’s name in vain.
There are things we do not understand in life that are commonly labeled supernatural. Intuition, vibes, bad mojo, chills, surges, roots-- the unexplainable. Thoughts of this nature began to sprout in the minds of my sisters. They believed someone put roots on me.
Mona and Nina had a conversation about the origin of my illness. For a time, the doctors could not figure out what was wrong with me. All they knew was that I had an aggressive respiratory infection. I was deteriorating rapidly. I required a ventilator and later an ECMO. It was strange because I was previously healthy. If this had occurred in 2020, it would scream COVID-19 Coronavirus. Whatever it was, my sisters believed someone was behind it.
Whether it's superstition or to be explained scientifically at a later time, some things require special attention by someone experienced in the area of the unknown. Mona was willing to place her hard earned savings in the hands of anyone who could potentially protect me from harm. Faith without works is dead. So Mona and Nina prayed and they hired back up, just in case.
Both of my sisters felt someone meant me harm. Plagued with this increasingly nagging feeling, Mona sought the counsel of someone she trusted who was familiar with this sort of thing. She was told someone was angry with me about money matters and resentful that we were no longer a romantic item. The truth is, more than one person could have fit that description.
I was blessed. My bed was blessed. My pillow was blessed. My home was blessed. Actions were taken to cover all bases. I believe in a higher power. I believe there is evil in the world. I know I’ve made an enemy or three, but I never considered that someone would wish death upon me.
I believe in God. I know He is the source of my medical miracle. When the medical professionals thought I was going to die, and I felt my life slipping away, God had plans to keep me above ground. But temporarily, my heart stopped beating.
There was a point when I was in an unknown realm. I didn’t see a white light, but I had an experience. I couldn’t see my body, but I could sense my presence. I was engulfed in darkness, but it wasn’t scary or menacing in any way. I was cloaked and comforted. Sitting in front of me, slightly to the right was a random shaggy, sandy brown mid-sized dog.
About a year later, I remembered that our family dog Springer died when I was seven. He was a medium-built Springer Spaniel Poodle mix with a shaggy, sandy coat. Springer strangled from his leash that was latched to the fence in the backyard. I hadn’t thought about him in decades.
The good book says to beware of fortune-tellers and soothsayers, but if you believe in the power of prayer isn’t there an opposing force?
If in fact, someone was up to no good, I now know that my Protector is stronger and my light shines brighter because "with his stripes, I am healed...". (Isaiah 53:5)
“My grandma and your grandma were sittin’ by the fire. My grandma told your grandma, gonna set your soul on fire!” ~Sugar Boy and his Cane Cutters
An honor an a pleasure written by Robin L. Jessie-Green
an elegy for someone who is loved.
Witnessing your first and last breaths.
Helping you take your first and last steps.
Praying for guidance while facing an uncertain path.
Living unpredictable days not knowing how long you’d last.
Wanting to come home to pass in your own space.
Having control over how you lived out your last days.
Taking mental pictures to memorize your sweet boy’s face.
Being called home by God at His pace.
And although your humor was still very much alive
worry and anguish shrouded you.
Because your body was failing and no longer able to thrive
you needed us around you.
Like when you were a baby,
there was no place we’d rather be than beside our sweet little girl
who grew up to be a remarkable lady--
A truly good human being in this unmerciful world.
Towards the end, frail in body but still a Warrior in mind.
With a sense of humor,
a sense of dignity,
a sense of motherhood like no other--
truly one-of-a-kind.
Battling the pain you felt--
It was clear it would only be a matter of time….
Realizing you were never getting better, felt--
like the truest of crimes.
Fighting back tears and a burning choke
from this tightness in our chests
and a swelling lump in our throats
Swallowing down our cries inside, so we can cope.
You'll always be a heartbeat away
because we’re keeping you close.
There are major things we'll never see you do.
Like taking the arm of a man deserving
and hearing you say, “I do.”
There are simple things
we'll never get to say again.
Like, “Hey Vivian, remember that time when….”
Blessed to be your parents from the beginning until now--
Girl, you made us so proud!
Living life to the fullest, vibrant, active and Laughing Out Loud!
How deeply you’ve touched our hearts cannot be measured,
Sweet Child of ours and of The Divine.
We just wanted you to know,
it’s been both an honor and a pleasure.
We'll see you again...when it's our time.
Monday, August 24, 2015
The Skinny on Penn Plastic Surgery Chief Resident's Clinic
Are you ready to get your body back?
Are you in need of a little assistance in that area?
Penn Plastic Surgery Chief Resident's Clinic offers quality service at reduced rates.
It all happens at Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine, a part of University of Pennsylvania Hospital (HUP).
Three Resident Plastic Surgeons chosen from a large group of 250 applicants, are there to help you with your cosmetic needs.
Every July, a new trifecta joins the program as the former three move on to other reputable positions.
The Resident's Clinic has hours every third Tuesday of the month. However, your surgeon may be willing to work with your personal schedule once you establish a relationship.
Your surgeon's assistant will stay in touch with you via email and phone.
You may be able to contact your surgeon in the same manner.
Step One:
Call to schedule your consultation appointment with one of the three Resident Surgeons.
Step Two:
Attend your appointment with a prepared list of all your questions and concerns. Know what you want, and listen to what your potential surgeon suggests.
Step Three:
Assuming you are comfortable with making this new person your plastic surgeon, schedule another appointment with him or her.
You will sign a procedural consent and have before pictures taken of the soon to be former you.
You will also discuss when you want your procedure to take place. The time frame is tentative but will be set once a Board Certified Attending agrees to participate.
Step Four:
You will receive a written Surgical Quote, which itemizes the Procedural/Physician's Fee, Hospital/OR Fee and the Anesthesia Fee. Both the OR and Anesthesia Fees are based on the number of hours your procedure will take.
I.e., 3 Hours for OR = $2750 and 3 Hours of Anesthesia = $850
Step Five:
Pay a deposit towards your Physician's Fee to secure the date of your procedure.
Pay the remaining balance of the Physician's Fee and all other fees as indicated on your Surgical Quote. The payments are slightly staggered. However, since they are separately by a few weeks, it is best that you have the total saved up in advance.
(According to the postings on Realself.com, abdominoplasty with muscle repair and flank liposuction performed through the clinic have ranged from $4400-$5450.)
Penn Plastic Surgery Chief Resident's Clinic Location and Appointments:
Perelman Center
for Advanced Medicine
1st Floor South Pavilion
3400 Civic Center Blvd
Philadelphia, PA 19104
Telephone: 215-662-7300
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Lost During the Journey: A poem about restoration by Robin L. Jessie-Green
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Using Heat for Healing After Tummy Tuck Can Hurt You!
Heat is said to improve blood flow and can help in the wound healing process. However, you should be cautious when using heat to heal after a tummy tuck.
You are numb for a while after an abdominoplasty. This is potentially harmful when mixed with a heating pad and sleep! Unfortunately, I had to learn the hard way that I could actually burn myself with a heating pad and not realize it because I couldn't feel my skin burning.
Luckily, I got a hold of some silvadene for my burn.
If you feel you need some heat, try the lowest setting and stay alert!
Don't create an unnecessary set back with your healing.