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The Joys of Getting Old

Published November 19, 2012 by jeaniel47

Several years ago I went to the doctor because I had stomach pain. They did a CT and found nothing. I had the lovely yearly woman check, though I had had a hysterectomy years before. They sent me to have my shriveled up little ovaries looked at and yup they were still there. They finally told that it must be adhesions from my surgeries.

About four years ago I left work and told my co-worker it was cold, she told me no it isn’t. On the way home the real stomach pain started. If you have ever been in labor, it felt like I was trying to deliver a ten pound baby. When I got home, I gave in and told my husband that I needed to go to the ER. The triage nurse told me that I had a fever, no wonder I thought it was cold. Another CT and this time the diagnosis was diverticulitis and I would need to stay in the hospital over night. Well, four days later I begged to go home. All I was doing was getting an IV antibiotic every four hours. Yes, my stomach still hurt, but the boredom was worse than the pain. I am glad to say that I recovered and went back to just the “normal” stomach pain. It is not anything that I can’t deal with, it is just there.

Over the past year I have been blessed to have 3 more bouts of diverticulitis. The last time I stayed in the hospital for several hours getting antibiotics and then went home on more. Several weeks later I went to my family doctor and told him that the pain still was not gone. It wasn’t the”normal” pain, though still I could deal with it, just thought it should be checked. He sent me to a specialist. I told him my story and he told me “I don’t think it is your colon.”

He finally decided that I should have another CT. The day after the CT there was a message on the machine to call his office. Well, I work in the medical field and this is not normally good news. I called and they said I was to come in the next day to discuss the results. I can tell you that they don’t call you in to give you good news. She then asked it I usually brought family with me, I said I could and she told me that would be a good idea, this is another warning sign. The 24 hours until that appointment seemed like a lifetime. The next day my husband and I sat in the doctor’s office and I could read the computer screen over his shoulder. I will never forget what I could read. “Highly likely carcinoma of the colon with bladder involvement, metastasized to the pelvic wall”. Honestly, I blinked back the tears. The doctor who said he didn’t think it was my colon was now quite concerned. The colon was too inflamed to do any tests, I had to wait ten days. Those were some VERY long days. I spent a lot of time thinking about my life and what I still wanted to do. I tried to talk to my husband about life insurance and such, but he would have none of it.The day of the test came and thankfully all was fine. It was just a really bad case of diverticulitis. The doctor said “NO cancer. No Cancer!” I think he may have been happier than even I was.

I still had to go to the bladder doctor and he too put a camera where cameras don’t belong, and again all was fine. OK, life back to normal. Six weeks later I had to have a recheck with the colon doctor. I go in not really sure why I am there, all of the tests were fine, so I expect a ten minute appointment. I was wrong again. Now he is concerned that my diverticulitis is “extreme”  and HE wants a second opinion. He is sending me to the university to see if that specialist agrees that I need a colon resection. Oh boy, that sounds like fun. I have been through major surgery before. When I had my hysterectomy they cut the right ureter by mistake and I had to have bladder surgery on top of the hysterectomy. I had a bladder bag then for six weeks, that I could deal with. The thought of maybe having a colon bag does NOT thrill me at all.

I tell you all of this, not to complain. I will deal with whatever needs to be done. I share so that maybe if you have something that doesn’t seem quite right, continue to ask. The doctor’s work for you. You are paying them. Also, please get the recommended tests at the recommended ages. Yes, I did a colonoscopy at fifty and have had to have two since then. The prep for the test is not fun, but it just might save your life. Get your annual physical. Get your mammogram. No one looks forward to having these things done, but they set the recommendations for a reason – to save your life.

I have a wonderful husband, two amazing children and three adorable grandchildren. I am not ready to leave them yet, so I do what I need to do, and pray that you will too.

Barnes and Noble

Published November 5, 2012 by jeaniel47

I just set up all of my books to be available on Barnes and in ebook format. They should be available in 24 for 72 hours for all of the NOOK users. It was just as easy as using and I didn’t even know it was available until my daughter  had friends asking for my books on NOOK.  Amazing what you can find when you take the time to look. Happy Reading! (Just in case there is anyone else who might be looking it is under PubIt!)

It Happened in Vegas

Published October 27, 2012 by jeaniel47

My newest book is now available at in ebook format. Paperback coming soon. Happy Reading!!

Mallory couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Brad was divorcing her to marry his secretary, who just happened to be pregnant something that had not happened to Mallory. Her life was torn apart in the blink of an eye. When her boss gave her a weekend trip to Vegas she considered not going. Little did she know how that trip would change her life, she would meet Nate. He was younger than she was, why would he want to be with her? That weekend trip leads to friendship, love and then kidnapping and murder.


Published October 25, 2012 by jeaniel47

I just went and voted and I am proud to say it – I VOTED!!! It is your right as an American to express your opinion by voting. Forever people have died trying to get that right or keep that right. This is a picture of my son who gave 15 months of his life in Iraq, so that we could keep that right. I am blessed that he came home to us. Also in this picture is his friend Cody, his parents were not as lucky as we were, they lost their son. So for all of the parents who have lost their sons or daughters in our fight for freedom I ask you to go and vote! If you want to vote early you can go to your local auditors office and it takes about ten minutes. They are even open on Saturdays so there is no excuse. Please make your voice heard – vote!

Daddy you just wouldn’t believe it!

Published October 23, 2012 by jeaniel47

My dad passed away in 1980 when I was only 25. He didn’t get to meet my husband, my children or my grandchildren. He would have smiled from ear to ear to have met them.

Today we were driving by some new wind towers being erected and it made me think, my dad never saw…

One of the massive wind towers that now speckled the fields of Iowa

A cell phone


Cable TV

A remote control for a TV

100 channels to choose from (damn, we had 3 channels and there was always something to watch, now we have a hard time)

He never had a snow blower (the three of us each had a shovel to clean the driveway in the winter)

He never owned a brand new car (I learned to drive on the first “automatic” he ever owned…it has push buttons to change the transmission)

Ne never saw a refrigerator that made ice in the door, instead of hand making it in trays

He never saw a landline phone without a cord (we had a party line and had to share the usage of the phone)

No VCR, DVD or CDs

He never had central air

He did have lots of fresh vegetables out of his garden

He worked hard every day of his life

He could let me go and play and didn’t have to worry if I was safe or not

He was married to the same woman for over thirty years

He displayed the American flag proudly and always voted in every election

I was eight years old when he told me he had paid off a medical bill for a surgery I had when I was three

He paid the dentist $80 dollars when I was sixteen for a root canal. It was his whole weeks pay check.

He dug a hole by hand when my dog died and marked the grave for me

He called me his “capin, after Kaptain Kangaroo

He taught me to drive when I asked

I was his only child….I was loved…I miss him….

I Feel Guilty When I am Not Writing…

Published October 14, 2012 by jeaniel47

OK, I have to admit it. I feel guilty when I am not writing. The reason for the guilt is that I feel like I have stranded the characters and left them in never never land. I know what is going to happen to them, but still they are stranded until I type the words. It is almost as if they are nagging at me to please type so that they can move on with the story. They have become my friends,and are waiting for me. They become so real to me when I am writing, I know every thought and feeling that they have, so now it is time to write and rescue my friends….