Welcome to the latest thoughts on my Blog. I wanted to share what some of my journeys have been in hopes maybe I can help someone who might be traveling a rough patch in their recovery. Before my Brain Stem Stroke and all that I have had to go through since 2003, I was just your normal person going through their daily life. I was a very happy person enjoying a job I loved and doing my volunteer work which was such a passion of mine. I did my clowning and adored it. In the early years, I noticed things but just felt I was always busy and it was just a lack of rest. But, as the years passed, I noticed things weren't right. I will share more in my next blog.

This poem I became familiar with when my diagnosis was given to me .... Those words the Specialist while I was laying on the hospital bed stung my ears and my hubbys.

"Your tests were positive, you have Myasthenia Gravis" and there is no cure.

NO CURE? How could a Professional Specialists be so bold as to say that to us? No tact, no bedside manner. just THERE IS NO CURE. Well, he didn't know who he was dealing with. I will research the subject matter, I will find something, I will fight the good fight.

There and then my journey has taken a twist in the road it was traveling. More later.

Here is the poem which I found so helpful.

Beatitudes For People With Disabilities

Blessed are those who take time to listen to the defective speech,

for you help us to know that if we persevere we can be understood.

Blessed are those who walk with us in public places and ignore

the stares of strangers for in your companionship we have found

havens of relaxation.

Blessed are those who never bid us "hurry up" and more blessed are

you that do not snatch out tasks from our hands to do them for us,

for often we need time rather than help.

Blessed are those who stand beside us as we enter new ventures, for

our failures will be outweighed by the times we surprise ourselves

and you.

Blessed are those that ask for our help, for our greatest need

is to be needed.

Blessed are those when by all these things you assure us that the thing

that makes us individuals is not our peculiar muscles, nor our

wounded nervous systems, but it is the God-given self that no

infirmity can confine.

Blessed are those who realize that we are human and don't expect us to be saintly just because we have a disability.

Blessed are those that pick things up without being asked.

Blessed are those who understand that sometimes I am not weak

and not just lazy.

Blessed are those who forget the disability of my body and see the

shape of my soul.

Blessed are those who see me as a whole person, unique and

complete and not as one of God's mistakes.

Blessed are those who love me just as I am without wondering

what I would've been like.

Blessed are my friends upon who I depend, for they are the

substance and joy of my life!!!

By Marjorie Chappell

Be Blessed and enjoy your view of your life.

Hugs, Jan

BELIEVE IN MIRACLES AND SOAR