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If you have any medical condition at all, and worry you might not be getting the best care from your  care team, then you should do your own research.  Best I’ve found is A Midwestern Doctor on the Forgotten Side of Medicine.  His articles are technical, and pages and pages of studies are usually included.  The Article Index lists so many conditions, medications, problems, etc., that you can find almost anything explored there, and by a very good writer who is very thorough.

Recently, he’s done several articles with great detail on DMSO and while I had heard of it, during the time I tried MMS, I hadn’t really looked into it.  I’m so glad he did.  Because my husband and I both have chronic pain issues.  His back surgery was a disaster, and he’s been in pain for many years.  Taking nsaids all the time.  They aren’t good for you, we’ve been told recently.  And my knees are gone.  Just bone on bone.  And painful.

Well, I found some very nice smelling DMSO cream on Amazon, and began applying it to his back.  The first day, when he came to bed he just said, “What was that stuff?”  So, apparently, nothing has worked so well at treating his back pain.

My knees don’t work any better, getting up and down is difficult.  But the pain is gone.  Well, so long as I don’t forget to rub them up in the morning.  Takes about an hour for the full effect of the pain relief, but it’s so obvious.  Lately, I’ve noticed it’s getting to be longer wait to get new jars of that wonderful stuff.  I’m suspecting others have read his DMSO articles, and are waking up.

No doctor has ever recommended DMSO for the pain we feel.  Hmmmm.  Wonder why?  The expensive ointments and pills doctors push these days do nothing.  Nothing.  While this plain solvent, they can’t even patent, is doing just a wonderful job!

There’s so much more over there on his site.  Don’t miss it!  You might feel better!

It’s hard to believe that my youngest, an accomplished Human Resources professional demanding six figure salary, is in her 50’s now. We just took her to lunch at Harlow Cafe in Tempe, AZ and enjoyed a wonderful break with the best onion rings in the area. Heh heh! That’s just me! I don’t like onions. But onion rings are not the same. 🤣🤣

My baby has had three marriages, just like my sis, but she’s had three children, too. My sis would have loved that! Cheated early, by damn endometriosis, she only had one.

My baby has been an exemplary parent, and her third husband, a winner, was a great step dad and friend to the two who were there before he was. He’s a sticker, though. Not going anywhere! And we all love him, too.

Life is complex. Lots to be grateful for even among the problems and stresses. God has been so good to me! And we will all be doing that traditional Thanksgiving this year at her house, with a crowd! Gobble gobble.

Gifts from God are many, but lots of the time, they aren’t recognized.  And there truly is a Holy Spirit that still speaks to us, guides us, helps us make decisions.  I’m certain that little voice that kept saying “just do it” in my head when I wanted to back out of getting married at age 19 was that very Holy Spirit.

Because that guy, my husband, was truly a gift from God.  He provided for me so many opportunities to grow and learn, I will always appreciate and love him and take care of him in our declining years.  He was a good father, good husband, good at business, good at everything and is probably “neurodivergent” because it had to come from somewhere in this family!  He’s always been ADHD with a touch of OCD, but who needs labels?  He was a worker, always busy, and a builder.  A builder of family, of the house, of a business, of computers, of a good life!

And love of my life!  Thank you, Richard, and thank you, Holy Spirit of God, to have made me do it at such a tender age against my judgement.

Found this picture in an album after we got into the house we are renting now in AZ.  I had another picture of it, but not a good one.  Hoping to find a few more going through this million or so pictures we have loose in  boxes that need to be put in albums or something.

Anyway, a story goes with this.  Back when I was an art student, seems like so long ago now, I had some really amusing incidents.  Putting this one together was a real hoot.  In the sculpture department workshop at NVCC back then there were several retired military guys doing their projects, and having a great time.  We had a great instructor, and lots of latitude as far as what we could make, what machinery we could use, and we had a critique at the end of each quarter.

This time, I had already explored welded steel and done a small trag (my name for it) in steel, which my daughter now has.  I liked it lots, and decided that I’d try it much larger, in simple materials I could easily get.  Plywood.  Oh, and the points I planned to be sitting on dirt ground and would get wet often, I made from welded steel.

I got all five sections built, and had devised a way to connect them, and an order of which segments went together first to facilitate quick installation.

On the day it was ready, our instructor, Duncan Tebow, (great teacher and great guy) said lets get this thing outside, in front of the building and put it together!  And the guys all agreed and helped carry it out.

But, as men sometimes do, especially military types, they took charge.  And after half hour or so of trying, they got frustrated, and said it wouldn’t work.  Duncan was chuckling, because he knew.  And I finally spoke up, in my quiet way, and said, “Well, I did have a plan for this.  Let’s try it my way, ok?” 🤭

!! I found pictures from that day!! 

 

 

And it was done in about 15 minutes.  I had to appreciate all the help, and was very vocal in thanks for the guys who all wanted so desperately to help the little lady.  Inside, though, I had to appreciate the chuckle Duncan was struggling with, and I had to appreciate the loud laugh I had going home that day!  Gentlemen, all!  How sweet they were!

Later, that plywood sculpture was accepted in a local show that was juried by none other than the wife of the Vice President!  Joan Mondale.

Then, on the day the sculptures were to be shown, on campus, the best place on the campus plaza was there for my Trag.  And my daughter had come up from Richmond where she was studying art to help me put it together.  Took the two of us females about 15 minutes to get it together and upright.  It stayed there for about six weeks, then we took it home and assembled it again in my backyard.

After a bit, I heard from the homeowners association that while they always appreciated art endeavors, of course, I needed to move it back where it wasn’t so obvious from the road.  Sigh.  So, we moved it six feet back.  It stayed there for years.  But eventually, plywood exposed to rain, snow, etc., will rot.  Ultimately, we dismantled it and took it to the dump.

Still, a fond and funny memory for me.