Re: OT:Caroline: Prayer was: DMAE

[Guest guest]

Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you have really

blessed me today!

You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm thanking

God too for his gift(s)

To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

grandmother might have

Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know she was

very paranoid.

My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and died of a

cerebral hemorrhage.

Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my inspirational

file!

God bless you!

in Va.

> Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer candle

for your success too.

> Caroline

>

>

Dear Caroline:

Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil. By

now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the nyc

doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

literally a ghost town.

So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and I

refused, because of my promise.

A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my mother

came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she used

a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One day,

I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing so

well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over town

with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from heart

failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed out

at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something really

cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for something

like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had scattered

a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition, but

the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really cool

present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

Sim

[Guest guest]

Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you have really

blessed me today!

You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm thanking

God too for his gift(s)

To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

grandmother might have

Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know she was

very paranoid.

My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and died of a

cerebral hemorrhage.

Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my inspirational

file!

God bless you!

in Va.

> Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer candle

for your success too.

> Caroline

>

>

Dear Caroline:

Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil. By

now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the nyc

doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

literally a ghost town.

So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and I

refused, because of my promise.

A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my mother

came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she used

a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One day,

I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing so

well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over town

with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from heart

failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed out

at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something really

cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for something

like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had scattered

a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition, but

the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really cool

present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

Sim

[Guest guest]

Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you have really

blessed me today!

You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm thanking

God too for his gift(s)

To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

grandmother might have

Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know she was

very paranoid.

My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and died of a

cerebral hemorrhage.

Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my inspirational

file!

God bless you!

in Va.

> Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer candle

for your success too.

> Caroline

>

>

Dear Caroline:

Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil. By

now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the nyc

doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

literally a ghost town.

So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and I

refused, because of my promise.

A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my mother

came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she used

a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One day,

I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing so

well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over town

with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from heart

failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed out

at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something really

cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for something

like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had scattered

a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition, but

the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really cool

present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

Sim

[Guest guest]

Thank you, . I'm so sorry about your Grandma. What a loss that

you did not have her in your life for long. My son lost his

grandfather (my dad) to lung cancer when my son was 5. He still

misses his grandpa very much.

Sim

> Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you

have really

> blessed me today!

>

> You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm

thanking

> God too for his gift(s)

>

> To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

> grandmother might have

>

> Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know

she was

> very paranoid.

>

> My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and

died of a

> cerebral hemorrhage.

>

> Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my

inspirational

> file!

>

> God bless you!

>

> in Va.

>

>

>

> > Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer

candle

> for your success too.

> > Caroline

> >

> >

> Dear Caroline:

>

> Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

> Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

> deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

> was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

> her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

> she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

> about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

> doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

> of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

> doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil.

By

> now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the

nyc

> doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

> literally a ghost town.

>

> So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

> and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

> gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

> gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and

I

> refused, because of my promise.

>

> A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

> her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

> didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my

mother

> came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

> clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she

used

> a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

> she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

>

> Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

> paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

> She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

> she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

> questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

> contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

> synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

>

> Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

> remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One

day,

> I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

> takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

> believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

> behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

> Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

> she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

> husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

>

> Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing

so

> well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

> bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

> pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over

town

> with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from

heart

> failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

>

> A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

> the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

> deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed

out

> at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something

really

> cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

> ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for

something

> like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

> shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

> bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

> that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

> although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had

scattered

> a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

> carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition,

but

> the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

> remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

> scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

> leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

> ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

>

> After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really

cool

> present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

> always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

> really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

>

> Sim

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Thank you, . I'm so sorry about your Grandma. What a loss that

you did not have her in your life for long. My son lost his

grandfather (my dad) to lung cancer when my son was 5. He still

misses his grandpa very much.

Sim

> Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you

have really

> blessed me today!

>

> You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm

thanking

> God too for his gift(s)

>

> To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

> grandmother might have

>

> Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know

she was

> very paranoid.

>

> My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and

died of a

> cerebral hemorrhage.

>

> Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my

inspirational

> file!

>

> God bless you!

>

> in Va.

>

>

>

> > Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer

candle

> for your success too.

> > Caroline

> >

> >

> Dear Caroline:

>

> Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

> Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

> deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

> was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

> her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

> she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

> about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

> doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

> of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

> doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil.

By

> now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the

nyc

> doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

> literally a ghost town.

>

> So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

> and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

> gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

> gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and

I

> refused, because of my promise.

>

> A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

> her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

> didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my

mother

> came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

> clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she

used

> a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

> she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

>

> Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

> paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

> She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

> she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

> questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

> contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

> synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

>

> Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

> remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One

day,

> I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

> takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

> believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

> behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

> Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

> she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

> husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

>

> Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing

so

> well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

> bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

> pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over

town

> with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from

heart

> failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

>

> A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

> the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

> deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed

out

> at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something

really

> cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

> ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for

something

> like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

> shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

> bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

> that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

> although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had

scattered

> a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

> carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition,

but

> the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

> remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

> scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

> leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

> ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

>

> After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really

cool

> present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

> always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

> really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

>

> Sim

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Thank you, . I'm so sorry about your Grandma. What a loss that

you did not have her in your life for long. My son lost his

grandfather (my dad) to lung cancer when my son was 5. He still

misses his grandpa very much.

Sim

> Oh, Sim! (Yes, I know I'm way late on reading this. LOL) But you

have really

> blessed me today!

>

> You've given me a smile and chills! What a beautiful story! (I'm

thanking

> God too for his gift(s)

>

> To you!0 And while reading this it occurred to me that perhaps my

> grandmother might have

>

> Needed thyroid medication. I was 7 or 8 when she died. But I know

she was

> very paranoid.

>

> My mother had a time with her. She had high blood pressure and

died of a

> cerebral hemorrhage.

>

> Thanks so much for sharing this! I'm going to keep it in my

inspirational

> file!

>

> God bless you!

>

> in Va.

>

>

>

> > Thanx fot he prayer, I can use them. I will light a prayer

candle

> for your success too.

> > Caroline

> >

> >

> Dear Caroline:

>

> Very recently, I was reminded of the awesome power of prayer.

> Last August, I called my grandmother to discover that she was

> deathly ill, but had been hiding it for several weeks because she

> was terrified of hospitals. She finally let me come to NYC to help

> her a few days later . I couln't come before she asked me because

> she was that scared. After trying to care for her w/o a doctor for

> about two weeks, she finally relented and asked me to call her

> doctor. By then, she had extreme bilateral edema of both legs, one

> of which was turning black and blue, and she was wheezing. The

> doctor could care less about her and told me to administer advil.

By

> now, the republican convention was in full swing, so all of the

nyc

> doctors seemed to have left town, like everyone else. It was

> literally a ghost town.

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> So, my husband came in the middle of the night w/ a wheelchair,

> and we took grandma out to LI to see the doctors out there. They

> gave her meds (synthroid, digoxin, and a few others) and basically

> gave her a death sentence.Literally. They tried to admit her, and

I

> refused, because of my promise.

>

> A long time ago, I had promised grandma that I would never put

> her in a nursing home, because of her fear. I kept my promise. I

> didn't even allow her to be admitted to the hospital. So, my

mother

> came up from North Carolina, and we took care of Grandma round the

> clock. She needed all care now, she needed to be showered, she

used

> a comode in her room, etc. After 3 weeks, my mom went home saying

> she had to takje care of stuff and would be back in 3 weeks.

>

> Two of those three weeks were a nightmare. Grandma was having

> paranoid hallucinations, thinking people were trying to kill her.

> She was completely wheelchair or bed bound. There were times that

> she would have diarrhea all over the bed. I should add that I

> questioned her meds after reading the paperwork and the

> contraindications between synthroid and digoxin. They kept her on

> synthroid, but put her on diovan instead of digoxin.

>

> Around that time, I was pretty miserable, and kept going by

> remembering what she once was (the best grandma on earth). One

day,

> I prayed while I was washing the dishes, " Lord, either cure her or

> takje her home, please, if it's in your will " Well, would you

> believe that right after I prayed that, I heard a little voice

> behind me in the kitchen, and I turned around , and there was

> Grandma holding a dirty dish! She scared the crap out of me! Well,

> she started to get better immediately after that. (meanwhile, my

> husband had flown down to NC to help my mom drive her two cats up)

>

> Today, my grandma and mom are still here, and grandma is doing

so

> well, she doesn't even walk with a cane anymore. I went out and

> bought her some snazzy duds; and now she's parading around in hot

> pink sweaters , warm up pants, and birkenstocks; going all over

town

> with me!This, after her doctors said she was going to die from

heart

> failure , with only 10% of heart function left!She's 91, btw.

>

> A week after she made the turn for the better, I was walking on

> the beach w/ my husband and son. We were on a stretch that was

> deserted, because it wasn't part of public property. As I gazed

out

> at sea, I had a childish prayer, " Lord, let me see something

really

> cool jump out of the sea, like a shark or a fish " .I was instantly

> ashamed of myself, because I know better than to pray for

something

> like that. I started to retrace my path back, about 15 feet from

> shore. Lo and behold, I look down, and there is a freshly cut

> bouquet of red carnations! They weren't there when I first walked

> that way. Although they were fresh, they were wtw/ sea water,

> although they were on dry sand. I wondered if someone had

scattered

> a loved ones ashes overboard and then threw in the bouquet of red

> carnations afterwards. This would give an earthly explanaition,

but

> the fact was , the flowers were wet and on dry sand. Then I

> remebered that when my dad died , almost 3 years ago, we had

> scattered his ashes in the Ausable river upstate ny, a river that

> leads into Long Island Sound(which is where we were). After his

> ashes were scattered, I threw in a bouquet of red carnations.

>

> After thinking about this, I thanked the Lord for my really

cool

> present from the sea. I still have the carnations in a vase. I

> always interpreted it as a sign that either the Lord or my dad was

> really pleased with me for keeping my promise to my grandmother.

>

> Sim

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[Guest guest]

Dear ;

My husband, my son, everyone who knew my dad and myself all knew

that this was a sign to me from above. Everyone else immediately

said, " Those were from your dad " , and I believed that it was a sort

of " divine collaboration " of love. I truly believe that these things

are out there for us to see, hear or feel; but for some reason we

miss it a lot of the time. It's sort of like humans only being able

to see the spectrum colors of the rainbow light; or sound waves of a

certain decibal: doesn't neccessarily mean that there aren't more

out there! I believe that if we desire to be loved and connected to

the Higher Power; then we are enthusiastically embraced.

{{Hugs}}

Sim

> Oh Sim, what a beautiful story! I even know of the Ausable river

as my favorite place to go as a child was Ausable Chasm.. beautiful

nature spot! You Dad had great taste! The power up above sometimes

startles me, but I have felt it too, and WOW... I sure think you did!

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