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bishuprose Aug 31'2014 Sunday
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I marvel at how these electronic bits and bytes travel to faraway lands some across the seas and oceans. Strangely enough I never am surprised how thoughts travel. If I'm thinking of some pospomie right now , my thoughts travel at lighning speed.I've read quite a number of posts on this eventless Sunday.I have left a large number of comments which the authors may or may not like.No.. this is not a sequel to "Shut Up".This is about sick people who are suffering from terminal or wasting illnesses.In my humble view all living beings are diseased in some way or the other.Otherwise why would they die ? They are born with the disease of ageing.Maybe I should concentrate on humans only for the time being since writing on "all living beings" would be too lengthy & maybe boring to readers.
A 45 year old mother of two and wife.Children are adults and married.One kid off one child.Husband alive and healthy. The lady suffers from cirrhosis of the liver though she was a teetotaller ! Doctors said that it was due to malnutrition. She began bleeding through her stools.There were frequent blood transfusions which were disgusting to her.Even in the warm humid summer she was under a coarse blanket.An option for a bypass operation was there but is was unaffordable and uncertain."I want to go home" she said. "I'll try homeopathic medicine and I'll be okay" Her family signed a bond and took her out of the hospital.At home she began homeopathic tratment which improved her symptoms considerably. Both she and her family members were happy.But this improvement lasted for only four months.She began bleeding once again and was in terrible pain. Her stomach was bloated due to accumulation of fluid.Doctors tapped out the fluid only giving her temporary relief. Then the pain became unbearble !! She was unable to sleep and screamed with pain all day and all night. There was nothing to be done further.She was destined to die in a cheap government hospital. She was admitted to a nearby hospital where she died away from her family at 1:30 a.m.
She had to leave in the best years of her life when she could truly enjoy the carefree life. I wonder why she was programmed as such ....... to be continued
8 31 2014.
Friend Bishu, We are on the same wave length, I too have so many questions as to why a God of love as we are told so often by preachers, priests and others allows these terrible illnesses. all the suffering that goes on this world. Wars, People hungry and thirsty when tons of good valuable food is thrown away all over the world.
Why does this God of love allow babies to be born with disease and illness that cannot be cured, Why must we grow old and die i feel that now at the age of eighty four I have many things to tell this world and all of its inhabitants. I feel that I will not have the time to do all that i want to do. A personal note, why was I hit with Parkinson's disease at the age of fifty odd. I must take no end of tablets to keep me going. I have learnt not to complain and often remember some of the old sayings passed on to me in my childhood. Take it like a Man. Men do not cry and many other such nonsense. I do cry and I am not ashamed to say so. I feel a certain relief when certain pieces of music are played. Children can and do bring tear not only of sadness but too of joy. Sometimes a poem here On PP makes me happy sometimes so sad. the odd tear will flow. I reread your last line I wonder why she was programmed as such---- to be continued. I too have much more to say i will not say too much as many people are devout believers and would never ask such questions as we are willing to put. In Spite of all adversities Keep Smiling My Friend perhaps our words may help someone or other that is having a rought time. Who knows. Bern
Oh yes my Respected Friend Mr Bern
Oh yes my Respected Friend Mr Bern.Thoughts can travel fast !! When they resonate that's telepathy
Thank you for your endless ink
~Best wishes everafter~
©bishu
Bishwanath, Be Comforted
This topic is endless, to die in pain, screaming...like an insect or a leaf being crushed. This is what we have been given...the chance of being born into wealth or poverty, a country where elevation to well-off and secure is possible or not is the stuff of facing the real world. Reporters travel the world and see the unseeable, the unbelievable, and then try to write it down. You can almost feel the reporter's tears falling.
I was diagnosed Diabetic, like memembers of my family, I take insulin and experience neuropathy because I like cookies and crackers and pizza. And an occasional beer or several fingers of Hennesy or JW Black. Sooooo, I struggle with what to eat and when to eat it. My fingers are raw with pin cushion syndrome, but every night, I poke and bleed and sample and analyze and read off my day's sins from a glucometer. Recently, (a whole month) I have been withing my "range" established by my physician. If I try for the lower range, I will probably starve to death. Lots of fruit/veggetables, no additives, no pop, no candy, no cake, croissants, doughnuts. And I love cookies, crackers with cheese, big globs of chocolate from Stoffer's. But to sleep without pin pricks is in the balance. To live longer and be addicted to a substance until death by stroke or heart attack - this is my disease born since birth. I don't blame the Gods, I blame all that candy I ate as a kid. I have the fillings to prove this statement. Teeth missing, I chew like a giraffe. Dentures are in my near future as soon as I get it together enough to call a dentist. I need new glasses and am convinced I'll die before the new ones arrive. The great procastinator.
Empathy with other. That's a big one to tackle, Bish and Bern and Hermaidy. I have only written about half of everything and all life, so I hope I live another, oh 60 years to complete the life's work. So many are living to be 124 years old these days and maybe Insulin is a wonder drug. Actually, I believe it is shortening my life, but hey, it has been a great life, a wonderful life, an enriched (spritually and economically) existence and the blessings seem only to increase with each not quite unblurry and tingle free day. You survive. You feel the world, to embrace horror and happiness, hatred and the hallowed for balance. To keep even. To keep functioning. Self-delusion helps. I write sci-fi - whole other worldly stuff and can take it wherever I want - see, betsy bug crazed and lovin' every inch of it! You choose.
I was thinking just yesterday that I avoid the tragedies in my family habitually. Don't attend funerals, avoid hospitals, cards okay, but no flowers usually. A poem is sent and appreciated. A phone call and a quick exit. Not a humanitarian kinda life, but I know my limits and i don't want to cry all day or for months or consider offing myself to end the emotional pain. No. I want to be even, happy occasionally, and write poetry again in February. For now, prose has to do, and I do it good and well so I am happy. That's the point. Gaza and Ukraine and inner city USA is full of wrongful deaths and I write around these issues and let them run through my psyche as I write - no head on confrontation with reality - no living inside those moments or else I may faulter and not be party to this contentment I have worked endlessly to attain. No matter anymore the opinion of peers, family, strangers, the wicked, the praising folk...if I am not whole, then nothing matters. it starts with self and a preserved and healthy ego. Yesterday I reminded myself that for those you love you have to be willing to take the risk to be a baffoon, the clown, to make them laugh even if it is at me and my foolishness. To play and cavort and tease and be funny is also what living is about and among the best of God's blessings. But then, if I can't blame God (my Trinity) for the hellishness on earth now and historically and afuture, then I guess I have to own credit for all the good will out there and the joyousness of living the celebration. And so do you.
Just Bein' Stella
08-31-14
6:l20p
08-31-14 is past Let's celebrate life for Today till we can
08-31-14 is past Let's celebrate life for Today till we can
God's ways are too complex Respected Madam which I can't decipher that's why I search the terra firma and the water and occasionally look up to the sky.There is nothing out there !!!! ~Thank you my good friend for your long write on my short story.I am truly grateful ~BM~
©bishu