Some Good News!

Some of you may recall that I visited National Jewish Hospital last year in my relentless quest for answers about my unresponsive asthma. I went on a 9 month course of antibiotics after that trip to eradicate a microbacteria from my lungs called mycoplasma. You can read about it here.

Well, here it is over a year later and I have interesting news.

I have been having a heckuva time breathing since the heat index went through the roof here in East Tennessee over the past two weeks along with some other extenuating breath challenging situations. I visited my new asthma doc for some relief and she gave me some new meds to get me through until the heat subsides and the ozone levels go down.

She also told me that I have the first viable improvement in my breathing in years! So that means the Biaxin must have worked, which means that my regular asthma meds may finally be able to get in there and do their job.

So...although I'm currently wheezy and exhausted, there is a bright light at the end of the tunnel!

Huzzah!

If you know anyone with unresponsive asthma, MS, Crohns, Gulf War Syndrome, Lupus, Chronic Fatigue, Rheumatoid Arthritis or any other long term chronic inflammatory or immune system condition, they may benefit from this therapy too.

I had to fight hard to get this answer and I really want other folks to know there is hope, it's not just you and sometimes you just have to fight long enough until someone finally listens.

Fight the good fight, you are worth it!

Love
Madge

Gentle Readers...Few Though You May Be

Dear Approximately Four Regular Readers

Yes, there are about four of you who read this drivel and a few who stumble through on their way somewhere else. You held on even when I took down four years of posts and mostly stopped writing here. You lovely wonderful four of you who for whatever reason keep coming back for the few posts I manage to eek out these days...thank you.

Thank you for offering me a virtual shoulder and for reminding me, especially in the toughest times, that you are out there and that you, yes you, gentle readers, genuinely care about someone whom you have never met. Someone who shows her seams, embraces her warts, colors outside of the lines and lives out loud. Someone who takes the side roads and rescues any turtles she might find stranded on them. Someone who, just like every other someone on this planet, merely wants to love and be loved and to find whatever modicum of grace and dignity she can as she makes her way through this weary world.

And if you're looking for something here that isn't bathed in unconditional love and covered in fierce fabulosity and glittery goodness, then I'm afraid you have come to the wrong blog.

To the looky loos, the trolly trolls and the thrill seekers, move along. There is nothing to see here. Show's over. I truly hope you find your pathway to joy, or at the very least find your way back to that bridge that is missing you.

Writing is my guilty pleasure. It is the joy inside my tears. I work things out by writing them out and I post them here because I know that in doing so I have given someone else who may be struggling to find terra firma a little message in a bottle that lets them know to hang on and be strong.

Just know, brave four, that you are light, you are loved and nothing and no one can harm you and if you ever need to feel just a little less alone, you can find me here.

"And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make." The Beatles

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were always waiting for this moment to arise." The Beatles

"The opposite of love is fear, but what is all encompassing can have no opposites." A Course in Miracles

Be in peace,

Madge

The Scar

Her fingers traced lightly over the scar on her right cheek.

It was an imperfect circle, there were small almost imperceptible peaks and valleys. It was a fresh scar that was still settling into a state of permanence. When she caught a glimpse of it in a mirror, it was confusing and alien. She had spent 47 years living without it.

Most people were far too polite to inquire how it had appeared where it once was not, and so it hung in the air like a great unspoken question mark.

Maybe it was always there, somewhere, lurking in the shadows waiting to emerge.

The deepest scars are mostly invisible.

Perhaps this one had been making its way to the surface for a number of years only to meet at the proper moment with an accidental external assault.

She traced, sighed, gazed and reflected on the subtle changes time was making to her countenance. The scar felt like a vulgar addition to an already fading canvas.

"I will learn to love you, scar." She announced resolutely.

She had no choice, so she did, in point of fact, learn to love it. It was a part of her now, after all.