Most posts I write now are read but in 2012 when I wrote this i probably didn’t have many readers, but I still liked what I said.
Maybe you will also.
Enjoy the last days of spring this week. , ☺
Most posts I write now are read but in 2012 when I wrote this i probably didn’t have many readers, but I still liked what I said.
Maybe you will also.
Enjoy the last days of spring this week. , ☺
Two decades ago I regularly spent long periods in the hospital, having surgery and moving forward hoping for success. Hoping to return to my own bed in my home, my own life, to working even.
No needs to remind a hospital patient about Mindfulness as defined as the quality or state of being conscious or aware of something.
In the hospital, the day started with a nurse checking how I slept, making notes, and of course temperatures and blood pressures 6 – 8 times per day. After some toast and cereal which I would to make to be some event of my day – then there is usually some medications and blood work to follow.
Sometimes I had to be wheeled to another part of the hospital for another test, at least it was a change in my routine.
No my readers, I feel confident based on experience to say hospital inmates like myself are very mindful.
I won’t be tedious talking about the rest of the hospital day suffice to say after a few weeks or moments you dream of your couch at home like a fish in the desert dreams of the open ocean.

Oregon Coast, one of hundreds of wonderful beaches from a holiday
Mindfulness is something I try to use another way now though. I like to go outside and not read or study, or anything. I look around and try to absorb the breeze. A breeze is wonderful kiss from the earth when you have been inside a ward on an IV for a long time. I remind myself how sweet a breeze can feel when you miss it.
I open my eyes and I look at the trees, the grass, all the plants and I consciously try to see all the shades of green and inhale to detect if the lawn was freshly mown.
I don’t want to take any of it for granted, I want to be mindful of my gift of health.
Life is an incredible gift, and in a blink of an eye it can all change. Forget the phone and computer screens for an hour and sit on a bench along a channel, or listen outside for a bird’s song and be mindful of what you and I are given,.. by being alive.

On a bike ride I took this of a park, long shadows at end of the day
It changes my perspective, by being mindful. How about you?
I sat down today to write a post and this popped out. It is a sunny day here and I just had a bike ride for 45 minutes, I’m feeling appreciative of the privilege. I hope you had a great day, thanks for reading & for your ideas and/or comments.
Humorous thought – I remember the first time I saw a universal remote control – I thought to myself – Wow! This changes everything.
I find it strange almost everyone would accept a organ transplant if they needed one, but the majority of people have not taken 5 minutes to confirm being a organ donor. I understand some racial groups are especially known for this. This is confusing. I think everyone should be automatically a donor, but they can opt out if they want to. 
My post today is to share information about the Living Donor Process. Since I live in British Columbia, I will refer to Vancouver General Hospital.
Perhaps you have become aware that living donor transplants are being done more and more frequently. This is because of the huge improvements in surgery and the absolutely huge amount of precaution beforehand to ensure the donor is a good match and will remain healthy after the surgery. The health of both the donor and the patient are of high priority concern to the transplant team.

Why a Living Donor?
A Living Donor transplant enables a kidney patient to go straight to transplant, and the recipient’s health is better by avoiding dialysis.
Donor Criteria
Don’t donors have to be related to the patient?
Often living donors are related, but they don’t have to be. A living donor can be a sibling, parent, child or a relative. A donor can be a friend, or a relative through marriage, a co-worker or just a member of the community.
What are the Steps?
Step 1 : Pre- Screen. You can begin the process by calling Pre-Transplant Services at Vancouver General Hospital – toll free 1-800-663-6189. The pre-screening is done by filling out a medical and social history questionnaire. If no concerns, the nurse coordinator will arrange for a blood type and cross match test to check for compatibility.
Step 2: Everything going well so far, next you will need to do a number of tests to ensure it is SAFE for you to donate. This might involve your family doctor.
Step 3: Everything still smooth, the laboratory and diagnostic tests confirm it is safe for you and if you still want to proceed then the next step is to meet the members of the Transplant team at Vancouver General Hospital. This actually takes place over TWO days as there are different parts of the team to meet, some procedures to be performed. This step results in all your questions being dealt with and the team is confirmed of your ability to provide informed consent. I think another result is confidence because you see the depth of the experience and the knowledge of the team who are there to ensure you remain healthy and not just for the patient. Everything is strictly confidential, and are not shared with the patient.
Step 4: Surgery and Recovery. Donors usually spend as little as 2 nights in the hospital after surgery and as long as 4 nights. Total recovery requires between 4 – 12 weeks of time. Surgery is done using advanced minimally invasive laparoscopic surgery which is safe and results in faster recovery time. It is still a surgery of course, so there is possibility of problems as with any surgery but the risk of dying from donating a kidney is 0.03%. The risk of serious complications is about 1-2%.

To discover more,
When we die, I think a wonderful legacy would be to help someone else – so I am registered to be a donor.
I’ll let the experts decide what they can recycle in a wonderful life giving way, there’s no age limit on being a donor. ♥
I have discovered that people are surprised by compliments or expressions of appreciation.
I don’t mean with family, or your closest friends – they aren’t surprised. I mean the people you see regularly, but you don’t know their birthday, but you aren’t a stranger neither.
The cost is free, the time it takes is negligible to give a sincere compliment but the effect is long lasting.
I worked in an office in Vancouver decades ago, and this event is still remembered. One of my coworkers took the time one day to mention she noticed I took the time to dress well for work (ironed shirts, ties) everyday. She complimented me on my appearance. It struck me because the compliment was unexpected but appreciated. I don’t remember her name but I recall how I felt because she took the time to say a few kind words. Unexpected, welcome and appreciated.
After finishing my consultation with my doctor a few years ago, I advised him I had one more thing to talk to him about. He waited, expecting another medical question. Instead I thanked him sincerely for being my family doctor since 1992, and that I noticed and appreciated how he periodically called me in to review my health situation and proactively took an interest. My doctor was at a loss for words. To my surprise, he wasn’t used to being thanked for his caring and professional services. Unexpected, welcome and appreciated.
A few days ago, I received a compliment from a man who became a friend in recent years., an encouraging supportive friend. The generous compliment resonated to me because it was unexpected, welcome and appreciated.
I can live for two months on a good compliment. – Mark Twain
Kindness starts with how we speak and talk to our fellow humanity – try an experiment. Give a verbal box of chocolates to someone you know but not someone you know really well, someone who gives you good service, but not someone you know as a close friend- observe how it refreshes their day. Unexpected, welcome and appreciated – but it won’t be forgotten. I guarantee it.
Thank you sincerely to the followers, and visitors of this blog, I enjoy your comments, and visiting your blogs. I appreciate your interest, feedback and encouragement, I really do.
In the sunny burg where I live, Penticton, on Saturday mornings there is a big farmer’s market every week from May to October. All together it is about 4 blocks of market chaos. {click farmer’s market or Penticton to learn more}
One block is dedicated to farmers, and there is all types of produce, and plants for sale at this time of the year. There is also fish, sausage, wine tasting, and everything of that ilk.
Another block is foods from thai food, samosas to artisan baking.
Another block is all types of things, from vinaigrettes to home made soaps, popcorn, perogies to amazing wood carvings.
Organized chaos, sort of organized but only sort of.
Yesterday I sat down on a bench to watch the parade of humanity stroll by.
But what really struck me was how I was drawn to the body language of those people who held hands. Men and women, sisters, fathers and sons, best friends and young and seasoned alike.
The ones who were holding hands were most connected, most relaxed and obviously this is my opinion also, they looked the happiest.
Some locked arms at the elbow, some tucked one arm in the elbow of their companion and as they did you could actually see their steps start to sync as together they journeyed the noisy bustle of the bumping crowds.
But now people parted for the two of them, and the couples stopped together to admire loaves of bread or tomatoes ready to plant. In my mind I imagined their breathing syncing and their heart rate and blood pressure relaxing. The struggle to stay connected was gone.
Life seems often to be often to be about resolving conflicts and differences, but these couples were communicating, sharing and moving together as one. Such a simple thing, holding hands to talk, to walk together – planting unity and harmony with intertwined fingers and arms.
Go for walk with someone you care about soon, and when you do, get a little closer, and see what I mean.
Thank you for taking the time, and sharing your day! If you liked this post, I would love to hear what you liked, thanks.
Today I share a blog of a lass who makes me smile, she has wit and light writing style!
BONUS- the video has a great soundtrack and visuals for someone on a treadmill! I triple heart it!

No big deal, right? I drive all the time. But I’ve never driven in the UK where they drive on the wrong side of the road. Whoa.
It always takes me a while to get used to doing something new. Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m a spazz. My tennis coach used to take my arm and move it through the motion of every new stroke. When I tried Zumba, I was shamed by the elderly ladies dancing the Samba for the first time.
Don’t get me started about my left hand. I never know what it’s doing. Just last night, I held a key in my hot little left hand and forgot about it.
“Where’s the key?” asked my husband, Danny.
“I don’t know, ” I said…
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