Re: Kerry/Babs about Hummingbirds

[Guest guest]

Kerry, I really love them too. I try to have flowers out in pots that

they can drink from along with the feeders.

Isn't it funny how when you first see one your whole body goes still,

and you hold your breath (well, as much as we can) and then are so

filled with the delight of having been able to watch the wee little

dudes drinking their fill?

A woman in Austin has so many each year that she can stand in the

midst of them and they will even alight on her fingers. I am soooo

jealous of her! They showed her on the news one night and I wanted to

go find her house and sit with her!

I hope you see some soon! I believe it's the small things in life like

watching hummingbirds that give our hearts that lift of joy that we

need for sustenance....

Hugs to you!

Babs in Texas

> > >

> > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the heart,

> > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo frustrating

> > when we can't sleep!

> > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a med

> you

> > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took Ambien

> a

> > couple years back but no more.

> > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP machine.

> I

> > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the

> > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part of

> > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go

> now?

> > > Have a good day.

> > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > >

> > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> really...poem

> > for my daughter

> > >

> > >

> > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem

> by

> > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my

> life

> > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to

> lovers,

> > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> familiar with

> > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he

> wrote it.

> > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,

> and how

> > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door

> with her.

> > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart

> outside

> > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully

> the

> > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.

> > >

> > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > >

> > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > i fear

> > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > >

> > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

> > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > >

> > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > >

> > > e.e.cummings

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

I loved the posts about these joyful little birds. I haven't seen any recently

but then it has

been snowing all day. I've been putting feeders out for years but they are

pretty much

ignored. I have tried every shape, size and magic elixir to no avail but they

come for my

container and hanging plants.

Kathie WA

> > > >

> > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the heart,

> > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo frustrating

> > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a med

> > you

> > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took Ambien

> > a

> > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP machine.

> > I

> > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the

> > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part of

> > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go

> > now?

> > > > Have a good day.

> > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > >

> > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > really...poem

> > > for my daughter

> > > >

> > > >

> > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem

> > by

> > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my

> > life

> > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to

> > lovers,

> > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > familiar with

> > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he

> > wrote it.

> > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,

> > and how

> > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door

> > with her.

> > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart

> > outside

> > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully

> > the

> > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.

> > > >

> > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > >

> > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > i fear

> > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > >

> > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

> > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > >

> > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > >

> > > > e.e.cummings

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

I kept 'em clean but they always go for the flowers. I'm not going to put them

out this

year. I'll just have all their favorites in my containers and in my baskets,

We have a great

deck that overlooks the sound and the port of Tacoma. Feeling like crap now,

thinking

about birds and flowers much nicer.

Kathie WA

> > > > >

> > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the heart,

> > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo frustrating

> > > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a med

> > > you

> > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took Ambien

> > > a

> > > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP machine.

> > > I

> > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the

> > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part of

> > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go

> > > now?

> > > > > Have a good day.

> > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > > >

> > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > > really...poem

> > > > for my daughter

> > > > >

> > > > >

> > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem

> > > by

> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my

> > > life

> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to

> > > lovers,

> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > > familiar with

> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he

> > > wrote it.

> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,

> > > and how

> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door

> > > with her.

> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart

> > > outside

> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully

> > > the

> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.

> > > > >

> > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > >

> > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > > i fear

> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > > >

> > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > > >

> > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > > >

> > > > > e.e.cummings

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Hummingbirds or birds in general are wonderful to observe....but NEVER clean a feeder or even be near one. That is a big No-No for people with lung disease. One form of Pulmonary Fibrosis is even attributed to bird poop. Stay away!!!

Hugs, Joyce D.Pulmonary Fibrosis 1997 Bronchiectasis 2004 Pulmonary Hypertension 2008 Mixed Connective Tissue Disease (Lupus, RA, Sjogren's, etc) Rejected for Transplant 2006 .....I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands. Isaiah 49: 15-16> > > > >> > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the heart,> > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo frustrating> > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a med > > > you> > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took Ambien > > > a> > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP machine. > > > I> > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the> > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part of> > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go > > > now? > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Hummingbirds or birds in general are wonderful to observe....but NEVER clean a feeder or even be near one. That is a big No-No for people with lung disease. One form of Pulmonary Fibrosis is even attributed to bird poop. Stay away!!!

Hugs, Joyce D.Pulmonary Fibrosis 1997 Bronchiectasis 2004 Pulmonary Hypertension 2008 Mixed Connective Tissue Disease (Lupus, RA, Sjogren's, etc) Rejected for Transplant 2006 .....I will not forget you. Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands. Isaiah 49: 15-16> > > > >> > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the heart,> > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo frustrating> > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a med > > > you> > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took Ambien > > > a> > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP machine. > > > I> > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the> > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part of> > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go > > > now? > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Joyce...I had no idea about the cleaning of bird feeders. I do wash my hands after but didn't know the dangers of bird poop.

Thanks.

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Joyce...I had no idea about the cleaning of bird feeders. I do wash my hands after but didn't know the dangers of bird poop.

Thanks.

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Sher and others

Cat poop, dog poop, bird poop.....anyone see a theme here? Mold, mildew.

We just need to be extra careful in our conditions. If you absolutely

must find yourself in an environmental exposure of any type (for

instance a public place when cold season is full force) a surgical mask

is at least some protection and how many ever baby wipes or such you're

using and how many ever times you're washing your hands, double it. In

my van, I have Baby wipes, medical gloves, and surgical masks just in

case I need them. Purell or such is great for most too. I just can't

take the smell. If you don't know how cautious to be regarding germs,

watch a couple of episodes of Monk.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the

heart,

> > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo

frustrating

> > > > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a

med

> > > > you

> > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took

Ambien

> > > > a

> > > > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP

machine.

> > > > I

> > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in

the

> > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest

part of

> > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you

go

> > > > now?

> > > > > > Have a good day.

> > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > > > really...poem

> > > > > for my daughter

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this

poem

> > > > by

> > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my

> > > > life

> > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to

> > > > lovers,

> > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > > > familiar with

> > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he

> > > > wrote it.

> > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,

> > > > and how

> > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door

> > > > with her.

> > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your

heart

> > > > outside

> > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this

fully

> > > > the

> > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > > > i fear

> > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > > > >

> > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

> > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > > > >

> > > > > > e.e.cummings

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Sher and others

Cat poop, dog poop, bird poop.....anyone see a theme here? Mold, mildew.

We just need to be extra careful in our conditions. If you absolutely

must find yourself in an environmental exposure of any type (for

instance a public place when cold season is full force) a surgical mask

is at least some protection and how many ever baby wipes or such you're

using and how many ever times you're washing your hands, double it. In

my van, I have Baby wipes, medical gloves, and surgical masks just in

case I need them. Purell or such is great for most too. I just can't

take the smell. If you don't know how cautious to be regarding germs,

watch a couple of episodes of Monk.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the

heart,

> > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo

frustrating

> > > > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a

med

> > > > you

> > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took

Ambien

> > > > a

> > > > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP

machine.

> > > > I

> > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in

the

> > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest

part of

> > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you

go

> > > > now?

> > > > > > Have a good day.

> > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > > > really...poem

> > > > > for my daughter

> > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this

poem

> > > > by

> > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my

> > > > life

> > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to

> > > > lovers,

> > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > > > familiar with

> > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he

> > > > wrote it.

> > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,

> > > > and how

> > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door

> > > > with her.

> > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your

heart

> > > > outside

> > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this

fully

> > > > the

> > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > > > i fear

> > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > > > >

> > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

> > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > > > >

> > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > > > >

> > > > > > e.e.cummings

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Kathie... I know your area is a bit different climate then ours here but what flowers do you find that hummers like? Fuchsias?

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Kathie... I know your area is a bit different climate then ours here but what flowers do you find that hummers like? Fuchsias?

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not > > > really...poem> > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem > > > by> > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my > > > life> > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to > > > lovers,> > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those > > > familiar with> > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he > > > wrote it.> > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child, > > > and how> > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door > > > with her.> > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart > > > outside> > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully > > > the> > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > i fear> > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Sorry, I'm not giving up my cat (though now cleans her box

because it's downstairs), wouldn't have given up my dog, if i didn't

have and my Dad to fill the bird feeder I would. We went thru

the Lorikeet exhibit at the Newport Aquarium and I was surrounded by

a huge crowd and blew my sons nose and probably wiped his butt

yesterday too! I wash my hands after wiping booties and noses and

used the sanitizer they had all thru the aquarium, but I don't want

to be like Monk. My cat snuggles up in my face everynight or sits

on my chest and for the love she gives me that's fine. I now let

people do a lot for me, but only because they are there and it's

just easier not because I'm freaked about doing it. I hired a maid

service maybe 2 months ago because I can't keep the place clean and

my hubby's got enough to do and I know it's important now more than

ever to live in a clean environment. I do try to be more cautious

and I wash more and use more antibacterial products and try to make

sure the kids do too, but I'm don't want to live in a bubble. Post

transplant I know I'll have to live by extra rules and I've spoken

to some transplantees about them. A young CF transplantee told me

she went by all the rules when she was on really high doses right

after, but then she said most of the stuff is just common sense and

the reason she had the transplant was to live a normal life, not one

in a bubble.

Oh, ya and back off topic or on, I just posted some pics of

hummingbirds I had taken in my backyard in the fall and at my

sister's in CA last Feb.

Kerry

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to

the

> heart,

> > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo

> frustrating

> > > > > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could

it be a

> med

> > > > > you

> > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken

Lunesta...took

> Ambien

> > > > > a

> > > > > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP

> machine.

> > > > > I

> > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a

ways in

> the

> > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my

hardest

> part of

> > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can

you

> go

> > > > > now?

> > > > > > > Have a good day.

> > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > > > > really...poem

> > > > > > for my daughter

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about

this

> poem

> > > > > by

> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h,

at my

> > > > > life

> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared

more to

> > > > > lovers,

> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > > > > familiar with

> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as

he

> > > > > wrote it.

> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my

child,

> > > > > and how

> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the

door

> > > > > with her.

> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with

your

> heart

> > > > > outside

> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this

> fully

> > > > > the

> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a

wreck.

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > > > > i fear

> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which

grows

> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > > > > >

> > > > > > > e.e.cummings

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Kerry

You kept the best part, the snuggling with your cat. You just were smart

and gave up litter box cleaning. Thursday of this week I will go feed

and pet Mandi and Marli (I'm non custodial parent) but will have nothing

to do with the litter boxes. It's all a balance and seems to me you've

balanced all the things mentioned quite well.

Unlike Monk, I don't reach for a wipe everything I touch. However, I do

keep them in my car glove box for anytime I think one might be needed. I

also have two girls who come in periodically to clean as stooping and

scrubbing and vacuuming have been eliminated from my portfolio.

I went to an aquarium in February and intend to go to a couple of zoos

and a wildlife refuge and more aquariums soon. I'll maybe even rub the

head of a zebra or something as I feed one. I won't let him see me later

use hand sanitizer so as not to be insulting to him.

A lot is common sense and things we should have considered before even.

For instance, I don't go see people with bad colds or the flu. That

probably always made sense, but now makes even more. In the past I just

ignored and said I'm too strong and immune to catch it. I did sleep in

the same bed with my ex-wife and even kiss her on the lips when she had

the flu. I wouldn't do that now, but really how wise was it then.

None of the precautions I'm taking are those that are limiting my

ability to live fully. As to Monk, I want to be more like the Monk they

almost let happen but stopped. He made progress and a breakthrough, but

they quickly reversed it. He's often responded in emergencies. Honestly,

when they reversed his progress is when I stopped watching diligently. I

wanted to see improvement and to see him come gradually to a more

balanced life. Is reaching for a wipe after digging through garbage

smart? Yes. Is not living because you're too scared to do so smart? No.

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to

> the

> > heart,

> > > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.

> > > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo

> > frustrating

> > > > > > > when we can't sleep!

> > > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could

> it be a

> > med

> > > > > > you

> > > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken

> Lunesta...took

> > Ambien

> > > > > > a

> > > > > > > couple years back but no more.

> > > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP

> > machine.

> > > > > > I

> > > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?

> > > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a

> ways in

> > the

> > > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my

> hardest

> > part of

> > > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???

> > > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.

> > > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can

> you

> > go

> > > > > > now?

> > > > > > > > Have a good day.

> > > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.

> > > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not

> > > > > > really...poem

> > > > > > > for my daughter

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about

> this

> > poem

> > > > > > by

> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h,

> at my

> > > > > > life

> > > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared

> more to

> > > > > > lovers,

> > > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those

> > > > > > familiar with

> > > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as

> he

> > > > > > wrote it.

> > > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my

> child,

> > > > > > and how

> > > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the

> door

> > > > > > with her.

> > > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with

> your

> > heart

> > > > > > outside

> > > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this

> > fully

> > > > > > the

> > > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a

> wreck.

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in

> > > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

> > > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done

> > > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)

> > > > > > > > i fear

> > > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

> > > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

> > > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

> > > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows

> > > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

> > > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which

> grows

> > > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

> > > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings

> > > > > > > >

> > > > > > >

> > > > > >

> > > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Kerry...oh thanks for the pictures of the hummers! They are so sweet. Either by feeder or by plant...maybe both...I'm really trying again this year for hummers.

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > really...poem> > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this> poem> > > > > by> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > > life> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > > and how> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > > with her.> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> heart> > > > > outside> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> fully> > > > > the> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > >> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > >> > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

Kerry...oh thanks for the pictures of the hummers! They are so sweet. Either by feeder or by plant...maybe both...I'm really trying again this year for hummers.

Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR. Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > really...poem> > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this> poem> > > > > by> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > > life> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > > and how> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > > with her.> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> heart> > > > > outside> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> fully> > > > > the> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > >> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > >> > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

[Guest guest]

This really puzzles me Queen Joyce...I do remember seeing this advice posted before on this Forum. I know SOME forms of PF are caused by inhaling mircofine particles from bird droppings. The disease is called 'Pigeon Fancier's Lung' BUT if one's own PF has NOT been caused by Bird Droppings but something else WHY do we ALL have to stay away from cleaning bird feeders Etc????????????

I've been cleared of having this particular form of PF & the Pulmos know I have the odd Finch or two at home in my sunroom. I regularly clean their cage, feed them & clean their feeding bowls! Over the years I've had a variety of Parrots but they've lived in a outdoor huge dlying cage!. I've also been the main carer for them. That's why I was thorough;y tested for this form of PF. I got the ALL-clear.

Since my house is an old dusty house I was also tested for allergies to all forms of House dust & moulds....these can also cause a form of PF...I showed up negative on all these tests too. I have no known allergy to any of them...I continue to live in my dusty old house....because of our tropical climate mould is also constantly in the house over summer & ALWAYS in the garden. I contimue to be exposed to mould as well. I will not be moving to a mould free climate!

I continue to wash house surfaces with good old vinegar to keep the mould at bay & I am the person who does all the vacumming & dusting (yes I do do damp dusting!)

So..I'm exposed to 3 agents that are known to cause PF....oh yes I also use compost & potting mix ANOTHER possible cause of PF...I AM the gardener! I'm still a bit suss about that one as a possible cause ..there's no real test for that I don't think....but HEY what you don't know can't hurt you! or something like that!

BUT Queen Joyce you have spoken....you have CREDIBILITY......can you explain the WHY???????

love,

in Oz

> > > > > >> > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> heart,> > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> frustrating> > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a> med> > > > you> > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> Ambien> > > > a> > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> machine.> > > > I> > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the> > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part> of> > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go> > > > now?> > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > >> > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > really...poem> > > > > for my daughter> > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem> > > > by> > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > life> > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > lovers,> > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > familiar with> > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > wrote it.> > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > and how> > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > with her.> > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart> > > > outside> > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully> > > > the> > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > i fear> > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > >> > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > >> > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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The risks are all relative. Why avoid the bird droppings and cat litter and what you can of the other? Well, because there is some risk from those even to the healthiest person. High levels of bacteria which are easily transferred are involved and these can easily be inhaled.

As to bird droppings:

Birds and their droppings can carry more than 60 diseases that can invade and infect humans? You've heard of salmonella and bed bugs, but add to this list tongue-twisters such as histoplasmosis and cryptococcosis.

Bird droppings are actually most dangerous when they are dry and become fine airborne dust when swept or wiped.

Now to those who have healthy lungs, their bodies normally would fight and resist these dangers although certainly not always. However, if impacted, they would be treated relatively easily. To those of us with lungs already damaged, then the risks of any of these infections are just increased.

If you find it important to your life to continue to clean bird cages then I would suggest some protective measures such as wearing disposable medical gloves and surgical masks. I would think this would at least reduce the risk.

We can't live risk free lives and still call it living. However, we can find a balance and decide each activity individually. For instance, a concert in February is always a risk, but I went to one. However, I did carry a surgical mask just in case anyone close to me was coughing or sniffling and I would have put it on which would have certainly been a big step as my first time wearing such a mask in public. But, it was my way of still enjoying things. Now, had we been in the midst of a major flu epidemic with 50% school absenteeism, then I would have stayed home.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > heart,> > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > frustrating> > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a> > med> > > > > you> > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> > Ambien> > > > > a> > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > machine.> > > > > I> > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in> the> > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest> part> > of> > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you> go> > > > > now?> > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > really...poem> > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this> poem> > > > > by> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > > life> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > > and how> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > > with her.> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> heart> > > > > outside> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> fully> > > > > the> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > >> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > >> > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Ah yes BWBB I Know.... I'm INSANE but it's called Pigeon Fancier's Disease for a reason: Pigeon Fanciers get it...they have oodles & oodles of Birds & oodles & OODLES of Bird Droppings to contend with....

That's my logic so far!

SGIO

..> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > > heart,> > > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > > frustrating> > > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be> a> > > med> > > > > > you> > > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> > > Ambien> > > > > > a> > > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > > machine.> > > > > > I> > > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in> > the> > > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest> > part> > > of> > > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you> > go> > > > > > now?> > > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > > really...poem> > > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this> > poem> > > > > > by> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at> my> > > > > > life> > > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more> to> > > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my> child,> > > > > > and how> > > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the> door> > > > > > with her.> > > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> > heart> > > > > > outside> > > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> > fully> > > > > > the> > > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a> wreck.> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Ah yes BWBB I Know.... I'm INSANE but it's called Pigeon Fancier's Disease for a reason: Pigeon Fanciers get it...they have oodles & oodles of Birds & oodles & OODLES of Bird Droppings to contend with....

That's my logic so far!

SGIO

..> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > > heart,> > > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > > frustrating> > > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be> a> > > med> > > > > > you> > > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> > > Ambien> > > > > > a> > > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > > machine.> > > > > > I> > > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in> > the> > > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest> > part> > > of> > > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you> > go> > > > > > now?> > > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > > really...poem> > > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this> > poem> > > > > > by> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at> my> > > > > > life> > > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more> to> > > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my> child,> > > > > > and how> > > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the> door> > > > > > with her.> > > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> > heart> > > > > > outside> > > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> > fully> > > > > > the> > > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a> wreck.> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Oh & just 1 more Oodle..Pigeon Fanciers spend OOODLES & OODLES of TIME in their Bird Cages with their pigeons AND their droppings....no blinkin' wonder they get PF!

Howse THAT for INSANITY!

LOL

GIO> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > > > heart,> > > > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > > > frustrating> > > > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it> be> > a> > > > med> > > > > > > you> > > > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken> Lunesta...took> > > > Ambien> > > > > > > a> > > > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > > > machine.> > > > > > > I> > > > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways> in> > > the> > > > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my> hardest> > > part> > > > of> > > > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can> you> > > go> > > > > > > now?> > > > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > > > really...poem> > > > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about> this> > > poem> > > > > > > by> > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at> > my> > > > > > > life> > > > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared> more> > to> > > > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as> he> > > > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my> > child,> > > > > > > and how> > > > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the> > door> > > > > > > with her.> > > > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> > > heart> > > > > > > outside> > > > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> > > fully> > > > > > > the> > > > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a> > wreck.> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which> grows> > > > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Oh & just 1 more Oodle..Pigeon Fanciers spend OOODLES & OODLES of TIME in their Bird Cages with their pigeons AND their droppings....no blinkin' wonder they get PF!

Howse THAT for INSANITY!

LOL

GIO> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > > > heart,> > > > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > > > frustrating> > > > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it> be> > a> > > > med> > > > > > > you> > > > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken> Lunesta...took> > > > Ambien> > > > > > > a> > > > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > > > machine.> > > > > > > I> > > > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways> in> > > the> > > > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my> hardest> > > part> > > > of> > > > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can> you> > > go> > > > > > > now?> > > > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > > > really...poem> > > > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about> this> > > poem> > > > > > > by> > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at> > my> > > > > > > life> > > > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared> more> > to> > > > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as> he> > > > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my> > child,> > > > > > > and how> > > > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the> > door> > > > > > > with her.> > > > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your> > > heart> > > > > > > outside> > > > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this> > > fully> > > > > > > the> > > > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a> > wreck.> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which> grows> > > > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > > > >> > > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Missy , If my Dr thought I would go out and feed our birds she would just have a fit. Our lungs are already comprised and the poop will only add to our problems. I personally think mold may have caused my IPF but can't prove it so IPF it is. I feel like it does not matter what caused it nothing is going to help it so I do what ever I can to stay away from harmful things (BIRDS).. lol  Take care of you and not the birdies.. If your Dr wants you on prednisone be SURE to ask questions, questions and more questions. It is a life changing drug. I think you can find yourself an animal of another sort to enjoy cause we need you here and we don't need you sick..   Love and Prayers, PeggyHave a God Blessed Day This really puzzles me Queen Joyce...I do remember seeing this advice posted before on this Forum. I know SOME forms of PF are caused by inhaling mircofine particles from bird droppings. The disease is called 'Pigeon Fancier's Lung' BUT if one's own PF has NOT been caused by Bird Droppings but something else WHY do we ALL have to stay away from cleaning bird feeders Etc????????????I've been cleared of having this particular form of PF & the Pulmos know I have the odd Finch or two at home in my sunroom. I regularly clean their cage, feed them & clean their feeding bowls! Over the years I've had a variety of Parrots but they've lived in a outdoor huge dlying cage!. I've also been the main carer for them. That's why I was thorough;y tested for this form of PF. I got the ALL-clear.Since my house is an old dusty house I was also tested for allergies to all forms of House dust & moulds....these can also cause a form of PF...I showed up negative on all these tests too. I have no known allergy to any of them...I continue to live in my dusty old house....because of our tropical climate mould is also constantly in the house over summer & ALWAYS in the garden. I contimue to be exposed to mould as well. I will not be moving to a mould free climate!I continue to wash house surfaces with good old vinegar to keep the mould at bay & I am the person who does all the vacumming & dusting (yes I do do damp dusting!)So..I'm exposed to 3 agents that are known to cause PF....oh yes I also use compost & potting mix ANOTHER possible cause of PF...I AM the gardener! I'm still a bit suss about that one as a possible cause ..there's no real test for that I don't think....but HEY what you don't know can't hurt you! or something like that!BUT Queen Joyce you have spoken....you have CREDIBILITY......can you explain the WHY???????love, in Oz    > > > > > >> > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> heart,> > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> frustrating> > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a> med> > > > you> > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> Ambien> > > > a> > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> machine.> > > > I> > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the> > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part> of> > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go> > > > now?> > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > >> > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > really...poem> > > > > for my daughter> > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem> > > > by> > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > life> > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > lovers,> > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > familiar with> > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > wrote it.> > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > and how> > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > with her.> > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart> > > > outside> > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully> > > > the> > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > i fear> > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > >> > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > >> > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Missy , If my Dr thought I would go out and feed our birds she would just have a fit. Our lungs are already comprised and the poop will only add to our problems. I personally think mold may have caused my IPF but can't prove it so IPF it is. I feel like it does not matter what caused it nothing is going to help it so I do what ever I can to stay away from harmful things (BIRDS).. lol  Take care of you and not the birdies.. If your Dr wants you on prednisone be SURE to ask questions, questions and more questions. It is a life changing drug. I think you can find yourself an animal of another sort to enjoy cause we need you here and we don't need you sick..   Love and Prayers, PeggyHave a God Blessed Day This really puzzles me Queen Joyce...I do remember seeing this advice posted before on this Forum. I know SOME forms of PF are caused by inhaling mircofine particles from bird droppings. The disease is called 'Pigeon Fancier's Lung' BUT if one's own PF has NOT been caused by Bird Droppings but something else WHY do we ALL have to stay away from cleaning bird feeders Etc????????????I've been cleared of having this particular form of PF & the Pulmos know I have the odd Finch or two at home in my sunroom. I regularly clean their cage, feed them & clean their feeding bowls! Over the years I've had a variety of Parrots but they've lived in a outdoor huge dlying cage!. I've also been the main carer for them. That's why I was thorough;y tested for this form of PF. I got the ALL-clear.Since my house is an old dusty house I was also tested for allergies to all forms of House dust & moulds....these can also cause a form of PF...I showed up negative on all these tests too. I have no known allergy to any of them...I continue to live in my dusty old house....because of our tropical climate mould is also constantly in the house over summer & ALWAYS in the garden. I contimue to be exposed to mould as well. I will not be moving to a mould free climate!I continue to wash house surfaces with good old vinegar to keep the mould at bay & I am the person who does all the vacumming & dusting (yes I do do damp dusting!)So..I'm exposed to 3 agents that are known to cause PF....oh yes I also use compost & potting mix ANOTHER possible cause of PF...I AM the gardener! I'm still a bit suss about that one as a possible cause ..there's no real test for that I don't think....but HEY what you don't know can't hurt you! or something like that!BUT Queen Joyce you have spoken....you have CREDIBILITY......can you explain the WHY???????love, in Oz    > > > > > >> > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> heart,> > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> frustrating> > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it be a> med> > > > you> > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> Ambien> > > > a> > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> machine.> > > > I> > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways in the> > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my hardest part> of> > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can you go> > > > now?> > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > >> > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > really...poem> > > > > for my daughter> > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about this poem> > > > by> > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > life> > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared more to> > > > lovers,> > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > familiar with> > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > wrote it.> > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my child,> > > > and how> > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > with her.> > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your heart> > > > outside> > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this fully> > > > the> > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > i fear> > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > >> > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > >> > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > >> > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Ah but Princess Hee Hee my little Finch is just through the window from me right now & he's singing away sooooo beautifully....in fact just 2 minutues ago I saw a baby magpie (big black n white bird) come onto the sill just outside the flyscreen & have a great old chatter to the tiny wee little Finch!!

If we have any birds that approximate 'Sweet' then it's our Finches...tiny little, grass seed loving, birds ...THIS is the Finch that I saved from the hungry carpet snake one night!

He's goin' NOWHERE!

I'll rely on my status as an AMAZON & stick around for a long time too! I ain't goin' nowhere either!

SGIO

> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > heart,> > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > frustrating> > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it > be a> > med> > > > > you> > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> > Ambien> > > > > a> > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > machine.> > > > > I> > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways > in the> > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my > hardest part> > of> > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can > you go> > > > > now?> > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > really...poem> > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about > this poem> > > > > by> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > > life> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared > more to> > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my > child,> > > > > and how> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > > with her.> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your > heart> > > > > outside> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this > fully> > > > > the> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > >> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > >> > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>

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Ah but Princess Hee Hee my little Finch is just through the window from me right now & he's singing away sooooo beautifully....in fact just 2 minutues ago I saw a baby magpie (big black n white bird) come onto the sill just outside the flyscreen & have a great old chatter to the tiny wee little Finch!!

If we have any birds that approximate 'Sweet' then it's our Finches...tiny little, grass seed loving, birds ...THIS is the Finch that I saved from the hungry carpet snake one night!

He's goin' NOWHERE!

I'll rely on my status as an AMAZON & stick around for a long time too! I ain't goin' nowhere either!

SGIO

> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Babs...poetry has such a way of speaking directly to the> > heart,> > > > > > doesn't it. Your poem surely speaks of love.> > > > > > > I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. It's sooooo> > frustrating> > > > > > when we can't sleep!> > > > > > > Sounds like you have tried the 'usual' things. Could it > be a> > med> > > > > you> > > > > > are taking late in the day? I've never taken Lunesta...took> > Ambien> > > > > a> > > > > > couple years back but no more.> > > > > > > I started sleeping better when I started using the CPAP> > machine.> > > > > I> > > > > > can't remember...do you have sleep apnea?> > > > > > > I tell myself every night that I'm going to walk a ways > in the> > > > > > morning and every morning I do not. Mornings are my > hardest part> > of> > > > > > the day. So walk later?? Yes! Why don't I???> > > > > > > I know you'll keep us posted after you see the Dr.> > > > > > > It's still early enough for you to go walk now.....can > you go> > > > > now?> > > > > > > Have a good day.> > > > > > > Mama-Sher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR.> > > > > > > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Off topic/kinda, but not> > > > > really...poem> > > > > > for my daughter> > > > > > >> > > > > > >> > > > > > > Reading the posts about children made me think about > this poem> > > > > by> > > > > > > e.e.cummings that I want read to my daughter, h, at my> > > > > life> > > > > > > celebration after I pass away. It is probably geared > more to> > > > > lovers,> > > > > > > but then, who loves our children more than we do? Those> > > > > familiar with> > > > > > > his work will know that I've written it out exactly as he> > > > > wrote it.> > > > > > > When I read this I always think of how much I love my > child,> > > > > and how> > > > > > > whenever she leaves me a part of my heart goes out the door> > > > > with her.> > > > > > > I once heard that having children meant living with your > heart> > > > > outside> > > > > > > your chest for the rest of your life. I understood this > fully> > > > > the> > > > > > > first time I was called because h had been in a wreck.> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in> > > > > > > my heart) i am never without it (anywhere> > > > > > > i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done> > > > > > > by only me is your doing, my darling)> > > > > > > i fear> > > > > > > no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want> > > > > > > no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)> > > > > > > and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant> > > > > > > and whatever a sun will always sing is you> > > > > > >> > > > > > > here is the deepest secret nobody knows> > > > > > > (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud> > > > > > > and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows> > > > > > > higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)> > > > > > > and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart> > > > > > >> > > > > > > i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)> > > > > > >> > > > > > > e.e.cummings> > > > > > >> > > > > >> > > > >> > > >> > >> >>