“Try out at least three other themes — even if you’re happy with the one you first chose. Try one you’re drawn to, and one you would never use.”
If I have multiple things to choose from; I have to look, re-look and look several more times before making a decision. I took more time than necessary viewing the different theme options to complete this assignment.
After trying three, I concluded that I was happier with the current theme. I wrote about this for the Day 1 Assignment, “Say Your Name.”
My question?????? HOW DO I GET THE OLD THEME BACK?
Confession, I plead guilty to being computer and blogosphere challenged.
“Capture an establishing shot of a street scene in your neighborhood — or someplace new.
On this assignment date, Hubby and I were delayed at O’Hare Airport in Chicago for more than ten hours waiting for a connecting flight to Orlando.
This photo was “someplace new” for me. While, I enjoyed talking with Hubby, people watching and shooting photos on my iPhone, I was happy to end my stay at this overwhelmingly large and beautiful airport.
O’Hare Field Airport, Chicago. Illinois 11/04/2014
“To kick of this course, let’s introduce ourselves, share an image that means home, and get to know our cameras.”
I love every inch of my home both interior and exterior. However, when the Florida weather allows (not too hot), I spend most of my waking hours on our rear lanai.
In this space, surrounded by my Container Healing Garden and the towering green trees of the Rear Conservation Area, I find peace, joy and happiness.
My Home – Facing StreetMy Container Healing GardenRear Conservation Area
Blogging friend, Iman, last week launched Freedom Friday writing, “It’s Freedom Friday, so I reserve the sole right to say what I have to say … .”
I decided to participate. After all, I needed a day to freelyexpress, WHATEVER!!, and why not on Freedom Fridays.
So here goes….
Oops I Missed the Sign-up for Blogging 201
It’s Freedom Friday and, according to one definition, freedom means:
“I have the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.”
Though Blogging 201 was closed when I attempted to sign up, I choose to exercise my right on Freedom Friday to complete the first assignment, which was to:
“Consider what you want to accomplish with your blog. Write down three concrete goals you want to achieve.”
This assignment, hopefully, will lead to an improved blog before I begin my third year of blogging in January 2015.
Why I Blog
Almost two years ago, I initially decided to create this blog for:
Self-Education to access information shared by other bloggers who were living with either breast cancer, rheumatoid arthritis, or fibromyalgia.
Self-Management to distract and re-direct my attention from negative thoughts, emotional stress, and physical pain.
Blogging also helped, as a fill-in, for the lost of family and friends when we retired and relocated to Orlando in 2010.
Though, I have friends now and enjoy spending time with them, I still blog to:
Interact with diverse people;
Tour different places around the world; and,
Learn new thingsabove and beyond my wildest expectations.
Because either my IPad, MacBook or Blog are always within reach; I have the ability, when I want, to:
Express Thoughts
Rant Opinions
Expand Awareness
View Events
Explore New Cultures
Visit Different Places
Meet New People
Network with Bloggers
Share Memories
All of the above satisfies my needs as a blogger. And, I have no interest in gaining notoriety, becoming a leader in the field, or self-publishing a book.
My Ultimate Blog
I decided to take a critical look at my blog layout in preparation for completing this assignment. I concluded that my blog needs a makeover to improve both the look and flow. I hope to acquire new ideas and techniques, when I participate, in the Blogging 101 Class beginning November 3.
In addition to revamping this blog, I want to add photos to my posts. So, I registered for the Photography 101 Class which, also, starts on November 3.
I am not concerned about the number of followers, but would like to keep the current ones. I now see them as my blogosphere friends.
I plan to continue publishing three times per week.
Four Specific Goals
Publish three times each week during November, December, and January.
Spend 2-3 hours each week visiting my followers’ blogs, reading their posts, and commenting on their work, from now until April 1st.
Establish a new weekly feature on my blog by December 31st and publish each week through June 30th.
Create an editorial calendar for the next three months by November 1st.
Finally, I am grateful to:
Iman for inviting me to take part in Freedom Friday.
Blogging 201 for this assignment, even though, I crashed the course.
Hubby and I enrolled in the University of Wisconsin-Madison as freshmen in the Fall Semester of 1969.
I was 27-years-old, Hubby was 28, and we had three children 9, 8 and 2.
I was a high school graduate. He earned a GED, while serving in the military, after dropping out of high school in the 10th grade.
Both of us were on a mission to improve the quality of our family’s life; and, we believed earning a college degree would lead us toward fulfilling this mission.
Memories Disclosed
While I have many positive memories of my student days at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, for some reason, I chose to disclose memories that have remained hidden for many years.
They were hidden in my mind because I lacked the confidence to even self-acknowledge, much less open up to others, about how the things I am sharing today made me feel.
In the late 1960s, we stood out in our new roles as freshman college students. And, sadly, I felt uncomfortable. My classes were filled with students in their late teens and early twenties.
I felt “less than” and “different than” these college students. They were young and single with recent educational experiences. While I was older, married, with three kids; and, I hadn’t been in a classroom for more than nine years.
Another “less than” and “different than” experience, which was personally embarrassing, happened when Hubby and I attended a freshman event on campus; and, the reporter covering the event walked over to Hubby and sarcastically asked, “Aren’t you a little old for this.”
Hubby, responded, sarcastically saying, “You’re never to old to follow your dream.”
Today, if asked the same question, rather than being embarrassed, I would say, “We are here to provide our three children with a better life. “
Another “less than” college memory was when, during my first semester, I had to drop out of both Spanish 101 and French 101 within the first several weeks. Even though I tried, it was impossible, to keep up with students who had just finished taking high school classes in these languages.
But, I needed the required foreign language credits to graduate. Thinking I could manage a class where my foreign language skills (none) were comparable to the other students, I decided to try an African language. Classes were offered in the University’s African Studies Department; and, I was able to satisfy my foreign language requirements by taking classes in Swahili, Xhosa and Hausa.
Several of the faculty members, in the department, impressed with my academic performance encouraged me to apply to the school’s PH.D program.
I thought my life had opened up to a wide-range of career possibilities. But, the optimism didn’t last long when friends and family members cited a number of reasons why this wasn’t a realistic choice. So, I walked away feeling “less than.”
Thankfully, I have reached a point in life where I am no longer controlled, embarrassed or intimidated when confronted with “less than” or “different than” comments made by others.
After two life-threatening illnesses, breast cancer and epiglottitis which occurred in 2008 and 2010 respectively, I went on a self-awareness, self-empowerment and self-love journey.
The longer I stay on this path , the easier it is to “let go” and discard the unnecessary baggage of “not good enough,”“unworthy,” and “unlovable” which controlled my life from early childhood.
Closing
Despite my struggles, we fulfilled our educational dreams:
Hubby earned his Bachelors and Masters of Science Degrees;
I earned a Bachelors of Science Degree
Our eldest daughter, who was 9-years-old when Hubby and I enrolled as freshmen, earned her Medical Degree;
Our youngster daughter earned her Bachelor’s in Business Administration and Law Degree; and
Our youngest grandson enrolled as a freshman, Fall of 2014.
In this season of life, I live with the awareness that my “today is better than yesterday.
Several week ago, my friend, The Librarian, sent photos of several of my most remembered buildings and places at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where I spent my days, 1969-73, as student.
Today, I am grateful to The Librarian for sharing these photos, not only for the past memories, but for opening up my space to write, “Past Memories: College Days;”, which, I will post on Monday, October 20.
Each of these photos bring back different memories.
The Red Gym. Every semester, I waited hour-after-hour standing in long lines with thousands of other students to register for my new semester classes.
Bascom Hall. This is the buildings where I took a number of my classes. I remember, many times, walking from the Red Gym up the hill to Bascom Hall only to learn the class I registered for was no longer available. This required trekking back down to the Red Gym to find another. Then, backup to Bascom Hall to confirm the class. The walk up to Bascom Hall, which was located on top of the highest hills on campus, was a workout. Today, I am Thankful for the daily uphill walks to Bascom Hall, which caused me to give up smoking. I couldn’t handle both.
Old University Hospital. Fortunately, we were young and healthy, so routine family physical exams were the only times that I had to enter this building. There is a new hospital on campus now; and this building now houses the UW Medical School. But, even though I didn’t know it had the time, the building will always hold a special memory for me. Our eldest daughter, a 9-year-old when we enrolled as freshmen students, attended classes in this building and graduated with her medical degree in 1985.
TheRatskellar. This is where the students gathered to socialize and grab a meal. We spent our rare Family Date Nights there. Hubby and I with a tap beer and the kids enjoying the best ice cream I have ever tasted. Oh, and I can’t forget the free bowls of popcorn which continuously popped throughout the evening. There were other times, after an evening class or hours spent studying at the Library, Hubby and I would end the night with tap beer and popcorn. I just recalled that the first time that I drank beer from the tap was at the Ratskeller.
Eagle Heights. This was the married student housing on campus. We lived there for four years. The housing was restricted to graduate students and their families. How we ended up there. Hubby, being unaware of this restriction, applied for housing. He used our student advisor’s name as a reference, which unbeknownst to us, also was the name of the Chair of the Business School. We later learned that Graduate Business School students received preferential treatment. Why, I am not certain. The good news is that when they finally discovered their mistake, we were never asked to move. Looking back, I can see how the mistake was made. We didn’t, meet the freshman student profile — 18-year-old and single. Instead our family met the profile of a graduate student — late twenties with three children.
Again, so grateful to The Librarian for taking the time to shoot these photos and share them with me.
Finally, Expressing gratitude is healthy for my mind,body, and spirit.
It was unbelievable. And I asked Hubby, “was that the same Dr.Emanuel who shows up on so many national news programs speaking as an expert on health related issues, especially, the Affordable Health Care Act.” He said, “yes, but didn’t recall the details.”
Because we both missed most of the interview, I wanted to learn more. So, I went to my IPad and googled, “why I want to die at 75 Ezekiel Emanuel.” My friend, Google, found a lengthy article featured in the September 2014 issue of The Atlantic written by Dr. Emanuel.
Why I Want To Die at 75: Ezekiel J. Emanuel, M.D.
“I am sure of my position. Doubtless, death is a loss. It deprives us of experiences and milestones, of time spent with our spouse and children. In short, it deprives us of all the things we value.
But, here is a simple truth that many of us seem to resist: living too long is also a loss. It renders many of us, if not disabled, then faltering and declining, a state that may not be worse than death but is nonetheless deprived. It robs us of our creativity and ability to contribute to work, society, the world. It transforms how people experience us, and most important, remember us. We are no longer remembered as vibrant and engaged but as feeble, ineffectual, even pathetic.”
Dr. Emanuel is a healthy 57-year-old and does not plan to end his life at 75 either by assisted-suicide or euthanasia. But, he does say, “At 75 and beyond, I will need a good reason to even visit the doctor and take any medical test or treatment, no matter how routine and painless. And that good reason is not — ‘it will prolong your life.'”
He also contends that in America we are so focused on doing things “like exercise, strict dieting, popping vitamins, etc., in an effort to cheat death and prolong life as long as possible. This has become so pervasive that it now defines a culture type – what I call the American Immortal.”
Why I Choose to Live Beyond 75
Dr. Emanuel says he only wants to live until the age of 75; and, I respect his right to make this choice. But, two years from now, if I reach the age of 75, I will continue to make healthy lifestyle choices. These choices will be made not to prolong life, but to live life to the fullest.
While physical ailments, dementia, feebleness, memory, problem solving and other health conditions, relating to the aging process, may occur; I believe, forecasting what may happen in my future, inhibits my ability to live authentically in the present moment.
Today, I am a relatively healthy, 72-year-old with several manageable chronic illnesses. In 2008, at the age of 66, I was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer. Dr. Emanuel contends if he were diagnosed with cancer, after the age of 60, he would refuse treatment. Again, I respect his right to make that decision. But, I chose treatment.
And, over the past six years, I have been gifted with being in the present moment when my:
eldest grandson graduated from college
eldest granddaughter graduated from high school;
eldest grandson graduated from high school;
youngest grandson, graduated from middle school; and,
youngest granddaughter’s birth seven months after my 2008 breast cancer diagnosis.
Had I elected not to pursue treatment, I possibly would not have lived to see these major family milestones.
Additionally, beyond family milestones, I would have never witnessed the election of America’s first African-American President. Something that I never expected would happen in my lifetime.
So, if I continue to be blessed with sound mind and body, I plan on being an active participant in managing my aging process beyond age 75.
And, I will not:
wait for death;
refuse medical treatment; or
accept that living a quality life ends at 75.
But, in addition to as-needed medical care, I will continue to manage my aging process by:
Being Positive
Practicing Forgiveness
Staying Physical
Embracing Family and Friends
Loving Me
Performing Random Acts of Kinds
Living A Spiritual Life
Trying New Things
Exploring New Places
Blogging About My Memories, Life Experiences and Random Thoughts
Rather than attempting to “cheat or prolong life” I choose to live life to the fullest until God guides me down a different path.
Last week, I took time out to visit past memories. As I went through the photo album, three pictures touched my heart in a special way. The women in the photos crossed my path in different ways over a twenty-year period. They were my girlfriends, supporters, mentors, advisers, and so on and so forth; but, when I moved to Florida we grew apart.
I have found many new friends, through social media, as well as friends in my new community. But, I miss these women and want to rekindle our relationship. I would love to reconnect with them through this blog, emails, or Facebook; but, they quickly let me know a venture into cyberspace is not an option for them.
On Friday, I purchased stationery and envelopes from the local supply store. My intent is to reach out to them, via snail mail, and try to re-establish our friendship.
My Girlfriends
Let me introduce you and share a little about what brought us together.
North Central Service Club
In the late 1990s, while working at a medical practice, a patient’s daughter invited me to attend a meeting of the North Central Service Club. A women’s non-profit organization, in existence since the late 1960’s, their primary goal is to mentor African-American female high school students and, through various fundraising activities, grant college scholarships to graduating seniors.
A few of the members. I am not in the photo. But the beautiful lady in the gold hat is a founding member. She celebrated her 93rd birthday last year.
Sisters4Cure
A Few of the Members of Sisters4Cure. That’s me front row, second from left, with black cap — bad hair day.
I connected with Sisters4Cure within days after my breast cancer diagnosis in 2008. They were my support group as I journeyed down the path of living with breast cancer. These women were by my side to offer support, encouragement, prayers, and compassion throughout the time we spent together. Sisters4Cure is much more than a support group. This is a non-profit organization created and sustained by dedicated women, with breast cancer, whose primary mission is to:
support women with breast cancer; and
reach out to African-American women in the Milwaukee area for the sole purpose of promoting breast cancer awareness.
SeasonedSistahs Book Club
Rose, pictured in purple, lost the fight in 2013. In the blue is Betty, in the orange is Chris, and, yours truly, in the burgundy.
These were my four Seasoned Sistahs we created SeasonedSistahs Book Club. In fact, these women held such a special place in my heart; when, I created this blog I selected the name SeasonedSistah2. This photo was taken when we attended a book signing, something we often did as a group. Our love of reading, fiction and non-fiction, books written by African-American authors brought us together. We met for more years than I can remember to discuss the book we had selected to read for the month. Over time we begin to feel more comfortable in each other’s presence; and we, expanded beyond our individual space and found the courage to share the unnecessary baggage that we carried, past and present, that prevented us from living our life to the fullest. After I moved to Florida, the three remaining members continued to meet until Rose’s health deteriorated in early 2013.
I am Grateful to all the women, in the three photos, for the positive impact they had on my life. Through my snail letters, I want to express gratitude, saythank you, and share the present with the girlfriends who were there to experiencemy past.
SeasonedSistah 