The puppies were 5 weeks old this past Saturday. We now only have two left. A male and a female. All the others passed away.
The mommy ended up getting mastitis and passed infection to her babies. These two are the only ones that survived it. Mommy is doing ok. She’s not over it yet but seems to be coming along fine.
It’s a very sad thing. We started with eleven new babies and are down to two. I held each one as they took their last breath. That’s hard to do. My heart is broken.
I started life having health problems. My parents said from the time I was born I was at the hospital every week. I stayed sick. When I was 5 I landed in Children’s Hospital in Columbus Ohio with pneumonia for a 3 week stay which I literally almost died from. I also received a diagnosis of asthma which they said I probably had been born with.
During my grade school years I was diagnosed with many allergies and had to get 2 shots a week to keep them under control. I couldn’t have carpet in my bedroom. My mattress had to be wrapped in plastic and I had to sleep on down pillows or have them wrapped too. Any stuffed animal I had had to be in a plastic bag as well. I wasn’t supposed to be around any animals which was the worst for me because I’m an animal lover. I couldn’t go without my pets though.
By the time I was 9 I was diagnosed with scoliosis and loradosis of my back and was supposed to have a brace. I never got one because we were poor and insurance wouldn’t cover it. I’ve struggled with back pain my whole life.
My asthma left as I got into my teen years but came back full force during my second pregnancy. I’ll never forget I was walking down some railroad tracks to go fishing. All of sudden I thought my water broke. I was only about 5 or 6 months so I was terrified I was gonna lose my baby. By the time I got back to civilization and could get medical care I couldn’t breathe and I was turning blue. I was at the hospital a few days and there it was… asthma. Ugh! I was able to get it for the most part controlled for a few years.
In my early to mid 20s I started having problems again. Well this time I was diagnosed with sarcoidosis on top of the asthma. There wasn’t much known about it then and at first they said I had lung cancer. Thank God they were wrong. So now I have 2 lung diseases and I’m not even 30 years old yet.
Fast forward a few years and here’s another smack in the face. In my early 30s I was diagnosed with COPD. As if 2 problems with my lungs wasn’t enough. There are other health issues diagnosed during this time but I may go into that in a later post.
And now several years later in my late 40s add emphysema on top of the other 3 and that COPD has moved to stage 2. None of these has a cure and none will get any better. My lungs are in the state of 60+ year old.
I have inhalers I take regularly and ones for emergencies plus I have a nebulizer machine at home. The next thing that will be added is oxygen. I’m not giving up though. I’ll fight it until it takes me out. I have too much to live for. My babies. My grandbabies. My mom and sisters. And my hubby. Plus all my furbabies.
I have to keep pushing on and making myself do things everyday to try to strengthen my lungs and at least keep them where they are now if at all possible without getting any worse too soon. If I have my way I’ll still be pushing when I’m 100 years old. Yes I may have to take more breaks than most and yes it’s very hard and painful. But I’m still here and still breathing.
Don’t ever give up and use your health as an excuse that you can’t do things. Improvise to make things you want to do fit in with what you can do. If people can’t accept that then you don’t need them in your life anyway.
I have days that I can barely get out of bed or off the couch. It’s not because I’m lazy like some would say. I have animals that I take care of and I grow a garden during summer months and can my vegetables. Yes I have to have help. That’s not a bad thing. Point is never give up and always trust the Almighty upstairs. He’ll see you through.
Saving a life should be more important than anything to everyone. Covering your face with a mask may be uncomfortable or annoying or whatever your excuse for not wearing one. I for one know how terrible they are to wear but I don’t go out without one. Plus I have a face shield I wear as a second defense along with it.
Some say people that are scared should just stay home. I don’t leave my house except to do monthly shopping and for Dr appointments. I try to be as safe as I can to protect myself as well as others.
I’m one of those high risk people that’s more likely to have a severe case of covid. I have lung problems and at times struggle to breathe without being sick. I have a hard time breathing in a mask but I wear one. I get hot and start sweating but still it stays on. Sometimes I even feel like I’m going to pass out but guess what, I keep it on. I can’t stay home at all times. Who can see my Drs for me but me?
How hard is it to cover your face to cut down the spread and cut down the death rate? It’s not like you’ll live the rest of your life in a mask. Unless you’re around someone who doesn’t wear one and spreads it to you and you happen to be one of the people that pass away from it.
I for one want to see my kids grow much older and to see my grandbabies grow up. I know anyone can die at any given moment but why rush it when a mask can help prevent it as far as covid goes? How would you feel knowing you gave it to your spouse, grandparents, parents, your kids, your grandkids, siblings or anyone for that matter ? Do you think you would wish you would’ve just covered your damn face?
We Americans need to pull together and defeat this killer virus. Suck it up and suffer a little inconvenience, annoyance, irritation. Cover your face to protect yourself as well as others. If you can’t see the good in it you are blind to the world or don’t care about anyone but yourself.
Don’t forget while covering your face to social distance and stay home as much as possible. The sooner everyone does this the sooner things can get back to normal. While you’re at it say a prayer to God to heal our wounded world. Maybe prayers is what it’ll take to get through this. Maybe this is God’s way of getting people back to Him!
I can stay hid away on top of this mountain, on my farm, with my fur babies forever if need be. The only exception is going to see my doctor’s and getting certain items from the store. I can hunt my food. I can use natural herbs and ‘weeds’ for certain medicinal needs. My goats can give me milk. I can get eggs from chickens and I can butcher my own cow and/or pig. Everyone isn’t so lucky as to live out like I do and have no choice but to be out among others often.
Along with everything else stop and look at our health system. Our health care workers and the stress and anxiety on them. They live with their faces covered. They live separated from their families and in fear of transmitting it to someone they love. Put yourself in their shoes. Show some respect and care and empathy to your fellow Americans. We all live in this world together and it takes the effort of everyone of us.
Living and Loving Life 