Friday, October 16, 2015

I Want My Last Breath to Exhale Love

I Want My Last Breath to Exhale Love
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter













True love never dies
It becomes the air we breathe
The air we exhale


Becomes a gift once we become aware
To hold close to our Hearts
As we love others in our world


Love is like a never-ending river
As it's shared throughout life
Until the last breath, it's exhaled


Surrounding others in its warmth
Warming those who care to feel it
Becomes a part of life that's left


The world will never rid itself of love
It's here to stay in Hearts of others
To be shared in generations to come


Sadly, not everyone will feel love
Instead, hatred is shared through time
With most every person infected by it


Hopefully, more love fills the air
Than hatred ever can
Though one wonders ... when everyone's at war


I've lived in both worlds ... love ... hate
I learned to hate as well as love
Before I knew it ... love pushed hate away


Until no hatred was left behind
Like a glass full of water
I am full ... of love


Love until the day I die
No matter what ... I won't hate
When I die, I want my last breath to exhale ... love



Note by this Author:

These words came to mind when I was thinking about the world in general ... and of course it became personal ... I thought about me, my life.

Photo, poem owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


Soulmates ...

Soulmates ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee










We speak at the same time
Saying the same thoughts aloud
Amazed as always ... we are one


Soulmates closer than close
Loving with all our Hearts
Each other until the day we die


There through thick and thin
No matter what ... where there's one
There's the other


If one hurts, the other feels pain
If one is happy, the other feels joy
So much alike yet ... different enough


Being together until the day
One takes that last breath
Closes their eyes to this world


Opens them to the other side
Sends love back to surround
The one left behind ... like a warm blanket


Keeping them warm with love
Until the day it's time for them
To draw that last breath ... come home





Note by this Author:



I was thinking of Skip and I as I wrote.  We are soulmates.  Our minds work a lot alike, we think ... speak the same things.  We laugh when we do.  If one is sad, the other is sad.  It's wonderful when we both are happy!



Photo is of Skip and I ... photo and poem owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

We Become a Memory as We Move On ...

We Become a Memory as We Move On ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter





















Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








On the porch sat an old woman
A smile played on her face
Her eyes were looking inward



At memories from days gone by
She was a faded rose
Once she was a rose of all roses



Looking at her now ... one could see
She had been beautiful in her time
Her soft smile used to win many a heart



Today, her smile was kind, soft
Her slender body graceful, fragile
She walked slower now



A tear fell on her cheek
Another one followed
Then ... one more



She met up with a memory
That made her sad
Soon ... she was smiling again



She rose from the swing she sat in
It was time to go inside
Tomorrow she would come back out



To sit in her swing
Play with her memories once again
As she did each day



She knew she'd be going home soon
How she knew she did not know
She knew she was ready to go



There was no longer a need for her now
In with the new ... out with the old
To make room for the young, the old must go



That night she fell asleep with a smile on her face
She went from life to death peacefully
To the other world where she was welcomed



All her loved ones greeted her with open arms
She held her arms out to embrace them
These were the memories in her mind



She sat in the swing smiling about
Now ... she had become a memory
In with the young ... out with the old



People go to make room
For others to follow in their place
We become memories as they make their own



We die so that they can live
Generation after generation
We become a memory as we move on






Note by this Author:



Poem/photo written, owned by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter.



Reality is ... one day we have to die.  We have no choice ... one day we ... become a memory.



The Emotion is Bittersweet ...

The Emotion is Bittersweet ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter






Last photo taken of Tommy ... only a short time before he collapsed on the sand by the ocean.  Tommy died from 3 blockages to his heart ... no one knew.  Tommy died while running, playing with his little 3 year old son.  Tommy died on May 29, 2010 ... at the young age of 40.








Colors fill the air ... I stand at the door watching colorful leaves blowing in the wind.  It's snowing ... leaves.  I love a fall day such as this.


I can sit, look out my window at the trees.  Orange, yellow, red, and green leaves ... fall is breaking out in her finest glory.  I want to see it ...


Leaves ... a flashback to when Tommy died ... a memory of being like a leaf in the wind ... being blown from here to there.  Moving only when the wind blew ... I was like that the night Skip took me to the funeral home.  The powerful medicine made possible for me to be there.  I wonder what it was ... I can't remember.  Doesn't matter now.


The light ... the light above ... around Tommy as he lay in the box for everyone to come see.  On display?  I remember standing on the other side of the room ... why couldn't I be ... right there ... next to him?  Why was the distance of the room keeping me so far away?  I was in a trance-like state.


Sometimes ... when I look in the mirror I can see the little scars from having had a child ... a child I no longer have now.  The only child I ever had.  I still have the little scars ...


Holidays are just around the corner once again.  Time for families to get together ... time for laughter, happiness ... joyous times together with one's wonderful loved ones.  I have Skip, our Pups.  They are my whole world now.  I don't have a child any longer.  I really miss my son.


I see him sometimes ... in others.  I freeze when I do.  I see other young men who look so much like Tommy.  I watch as long as I can, I catch myself smiling ... sometimes, I smile through tears.  I miss my son.


As I stand watching ... I am imagining Tommy walking, moving about ... talking.  I pretend for a few moments Tommy is really here.  Of course, he isn't.  I know that.  I can't help but, let myself see Tommy when someone looks like him.  Emotion tugs at my very Heart.


I know he's gone ... he can't come back.  I can't change a thing ... I've coped with it all in a positive way.  I don't cry anymore like I did.  I don't stay depressed, in a state of grief as I once did.  I can smile thinking of Tommy ... now.


I do miss him ... I will always miss my son.  I miss his big, sunshine smile ... his eyes full of laughter ... his soft laugh.  I wouldn't mind ever again him messing up my hair no matter how nice it was fixed.


I miss how we all joked, get so tickled we couldn't stop laughing.  I felt honored when Tommy would laugh, really laugh at something I would say.  I am the same way about Skip.  To make Tommy laugh at something, not be able to stop laughing was wonderful.  He would make his mama laugh the same way.


I miss the one word he always said in a special way.  I really wish I could hear Tommy say it again.  That word always touched my very Heart.  He could say it in ways ... depending on the situation ... that was funny, heart-touching.  It was always special.


That word was ... Mama.  Sometimes, when he was being funny, he would call me ... Mother.  It was wonderful to have someone call me such a special name.  It was an honor to be a ... Mama.  I truly loved my son, my only child.


There's no one in this world left to call me Mama, now.  Though I've coped with his death ... I still find it hard to believe he's gone.





Note by this Author:


Written, owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  Photo owned by me, also.

Today seems to be a day of looking in a mirror ... refections of life gone by.  The emotion is ... bittersweet.




It Must Be Another One of Life's Lessons

It Must Be Another One of Life's Lessons
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter














Leaning back in my desk chair
I reflect on how my life has changed
Once again ... I never saw it coming


I'm on another journey in my life
It's up to me if I want to learn from it
It must be another one of Life's lessons


I am seeing how people live
Who have lost their freedom to walk, move about
I am walking in their shoes ... they are mine for now


I am learning how it feels to be on crutches
Ride an electric shopping cart
Be pushed in a wheelchair


I have helped many a person through time
Who walked with crutches, rode electric shopping cart
Be pushed in a wheelchair


Never knowing one day I would be in their shoes
Just as the time I battled with cancer
All the times I battled with many things


I have worn many shoes in my lifetime
Many were very painful ... few were joyous
I'm in another pair of painful shoes


I look for the positive of having a broken knee cap
Such as I'm thankful for the crutches I walk with
The freedom to go out ... even if it means


Riding in an electric shopping cart
Being pushed in a wheelchair
Hopping along on one foot, placing little weight on the other


I see I still want to open a door, help another
I'm too slow now ... because I need help myself
I'm amazed at the people who come to my aid


I'm grateful to learn people really are kind
Toward others who are in their weaker times
More are kind than there are unkind


This is a learning experience, one I've never had
I'm thankful it's temporary
One I can get better from


I know that in the future when I'm okay again
I will go out of my way even more ... to help someone
Who walks with crutches, rides an electric cart ... or is in a wheelchair






Note by this Author:




Poem/photo owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


I was sitting here thinking of the things I am learning from this new experience in life.  I took a fall on October 3, 2015.  It broke my kneecap.


Since I can't change a thing ... I have to make the best from a 'bad' thing.  I choose to make it a positive experience no matter how painful it is ... it will help me to be a much better person.


No matter how bad ... things do get alright.  No matter how bad ... I choose to learn something good from it.


Since I'm not perfect ... I still cry sometimes.  Only because it hurts ... I still know everything is going to be alright again.

Time To Go Home ...

Time To Go Home ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter





(I don't know 'why' I wrote this poem ... I was listening to Honky Tonk music ... it just came to me :) Oh, I don't drink, nor 'is my lover with another :)






A younger Granny Gee ... photo is of me ... owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates







A bottle of beer, country music
I have only time ... and more time
I may get drunk tonight

My lover is with another
I'm all alone in this honky tonk bar
I'm surrounded by wanna-bes

Wanna take me home ... play with me
How do they know
I'm all alone ... feeling sad tonight

Just leave me alone
Let me drink this honky tonk beer
I wanna get drunk tonight

You know ... do the whole tear in the beer thing
Honky tonk music on the jukebox
I gotta move, gotta dance

Hair swaying, hips playing
To the tune of honky tonk music
My body comes alive

He comes up swaying his hips
Wants to dance with me
I turn my back and let go

It's my world I'm in
Leave me alone, I just wanna dance
Dance my sorrows away

Eyes closed, body moving to the beat
The world forgotten
I become the music I dance to

Honky tonk music, no more tears in my beer
I'm happy ... I am music
I'm in another world

Music stops ... I become aware
I'm just a mere person
Who is sad ... trying to get drunk

Dance my woes away
A man here ... a man there
Trying to pick me up

I'm not here to be picked up
They keep getting in my way
Seeing me as ... easy prey

They don't know I am
The strongest woman they've ever met
They won't ever know ... they'll never have the chance

Get outta my way, I'm going home
I don't want to get drunk, just wanted to dance
Now ... I'm ready to get outta of here

Don't you follow me
I'm not here for a man
I just wanted to have a love affair

Love affair with the music I love
Now, I'm satisfied
It's time to go home

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Easier Said ... Than Done

Easier Said ... Than Done
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter












Yesterday, I wanted to get out of the house.  I rode with Skip to Walmart to pick up a few things.  It was easier said than done.


Normally, I would just go get into the pickup, Expedition ... and I'd be ready to go.  Not so easy ... 'now'.


'Now' ... I have to think things out ahead of time.  I am on crutches ... and like when it's raining I need to think before I take a step.


If one isn't careful ... a crutch can cause one to slip, fall ... that would be a bad thing.  I found that out at Walmart.  They don't have rugs on the floor when you enter ... my crutch slipped.  Thankfully, I was being careful.  I can't stand anymore pain!


I made it to the electric shopping cart.  Did I say how grateful I am that such things exist?  I am!  It made keeping up with Skip good.  I was afraid I would be embarrassed to ride one of the carts ... I found that I'm not at all.


I can say the only thing I wish for is a place to keep one's leg straight ... I did ride in a lot of pain.  But ... at the same time I felt so happy to be out of the house, doing something I love to do.  So, I'm not complaining at all.


I notice most people go out of their way to be nice, helpful.  I'm so glad because I know there are many people who are permanently disabled who have to use the electric shopping carts, crutches, and wheelchairs and all sorts of things.  I'm glad to know ... most people will treat them good.


I will say that in this new journey of mine ... I've seen two rude women who stepped in line in front of me ... just like I wasn't there.  I wonder how many people do that to people who are disabled?  Act like they aren't there?


Well, the first time it happened, I did speak softly and tell the woman that I thought the line began behind me.  It completely pissed the woman off.  I really wished I hadn't said anything.  So, the second time it happened ... I didn't say anything.  Shame on the women ... I'm going to get better ... but, what about the people who won't get better?


I have to cancel the appointment with the orthopedic doctor tomorrow.  That's because no one has been forthcoming with the insurance information ... a doctor won't touch me unless I have that information ... or hundreds of dollars to pay up front.


I made the appointment thinking by that time tomorrow ... the restaurant would come up with the info I need.  In the future ... I will remember the extra pain I've been in since October 3rd.  No one has had any mercy on me ... I have suffered.


I find it difficult to come out of the house to the porch.  There's a step just outside the door.  I have a time going down it ... onto the porch.  Then, there are 3 steps to get down from the porch ... I have another time going down them.


My whole life is affected by this accident ... going to bed is difficult for the pain.  Just to get up into bed can make me begin crying.  I don't do it out loud ... if Skip is home, he becomes upset seeing me suffer.  I want him to know everything will be alright.  I'm like that about him.  It's because we are so close ... we feel each other's pain.  We speak each other's thoughts.


Getting out of bed ... same thing.  It's very hard to move a leg with a broken knee cap, gracious.  Sometimes, I can't help but, to cry out ... I try not to.  Did I say some things are easier said ... than done?








Note by this Author:




My whole life has been affected by my accident on October 03, 2015.  I still need medical attention ... hopefully this week I will find out what I need to begin getting it.  Today is October 11th.


When I share my new journey with you ... know that I don't complain at all.  I tell you how it feels ...  I can't complain.  Why can't I complain?  Because I'm a 16 year cancer survivor ... and I've faced death since ... I'm so thankful to be here!


I'm so grateful to be alive ... I really try to make the best of what Life puts before me.  I try to learn from every experience ... when I walk in others' shoes I know what they go through ... when they become my shoes.  This way I know first-hand what they go through.  When I am well ... I will be one of the first people to help someone when I'm out and about.  I will know what to look for.  I am still learning.


It's easier to say something now ... than to do it.  If I want a drink of water ... I go through a lot to get it.  I don't just get up, go get it like I did, before.  To go to the bathroom, take a bath ... neither is easy to do 'now'.  I'm grateful that in the long run ... I manage to get it all done ... no matter how painful.


Do I feel sorry for myself?  Oh no, I never do that no matter what!  I try to recover from the shock of something happening and deal/cope with what's in front of me.  This is no different.  I'm going to come out on top of it all.


Photo/true story owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Just Another Color in my Life ... One That I'll Make a Happy Color in Time

Just Another Color in my Life ... One That I'll Make a Happy Color in Time
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny at Twitter





Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Some of my ... happy colors.







I am learning how it feels to not get around very well.  I'm not complaining ... but, I am paying close attention.  Why?  Because 'now' I am seeing how people who are permanently unable to walk ... feel.




I slipped, fell on October 3rd ... my kneecap is broken.  I feel I am injured in other places where new pain keeps coming.




I've fought harder battles ... so, I can't complain.  I am lucky to be here, today.  I've gotten up from worse ... cancer ... congestive heart failure ... etc.  See what I mean?  I know that in time ... somehow all will be alright again.  For 'now' ... I have to cope with not walking, getting around very well.  I have to cope with so much ... extra pain.




I will say it almost broke me ... all the extra pain, losing my freedom to move about when I need to walk somewhere, go to the bathroom, walk outside to get inside the vehicle.




I can't just get up ... and walk anywhere easily.  I have cried a lot of tears once again because no matter how strong one is ... pain can bring you down.  Pain can bring down the strongest person, animal.




There's only me when Skip's gone ... to go get what I need in town ... it will be very hard to get my leg inside the vehicle.  Excruciating pain.  I will have to walk on crutches to get to the store ... like at Walmart. Then ... do something I never thought I would have to do ... ride the electric shopping scooter in order to go about the store.  They aren't made to put your leg straight out ... more excruciating pain.  Thankfully though ... they have the scooters.




I find myself thinking of how so many people suffer in this world.  I know mine is only a fraction of what they suffer.  The thing is ... it takes 'walking in someone's shoes' ... to really know.  For now ... I'm doing just that ... I have walked in many, many shoes on in my life.




I am 'down' for a while ... you can be sure I'll keep people who are in all kinds of shapes ... in mind. Not only that ... I am remembering my Grandma Alma, and the Hell she suffered for over 20 years of being paralyzed before she died.  How can I complain when so many people go through worse than I?

 


'Now' ... I am feeling how grateful I am for the electric shopping scooters ... thankful to have crutches to aid me in walking.  I am glad to know they will be there when I need them.  I have a feeling I will learn to be grateful for many things I'll encounter on this new journey in my life.




This is all new to me ... I am fortunate I will be able to walk better one day.  I have walked in many 'somebody's shoes' ... in my life.  For now ... I am walking in new shoes.






Note by this Author:




My Heart goes out to everyone who can't walk ... I am only 'touching the tip of the iceberg' in ... knowing how it feels.  I am learning from this experience ... how it feels to have the ability to walk taken away.

 


I'm grateful that I can slowly move about ... I'm grateful for the extra pain ... it means I'm still here ... I'm still living. I don't feel sorry for myself not one bit.  When I write about this ... it's to share this new experience in my life.  It's 'just another color in my life' ... one that I'll make a happy color in time.


Photo/true story owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Wednesday, October 7, 2015

I Never Saw it Coming ... I'm on a New Journey in Life

I Never Saw it Coming ... I'm on a New Journey in Life
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter






Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee








I've been missing in action for a short time.  I'll tell you why ... it seems I'm on an unexpected journey ... another twist in my life ... I never saw it coming.  Not only that ... I can't believe it happened.



What can I do about it?  Is there anything to learn from it all?  Will I just lay down ... whine, cry 'woe is me'?  Won't you feel sorry for me?


Do redwood trees bow to the ground when a storm whips through?


Hell no ... they hold their ground ... their mighty strength holds their trunks up ... they weather the storm no matter how rough it is.  When you think of ... Gloria/Granny Gee ... think of redwood tree.


Don't ever feel sorry for me.  I never feel sorry for me.  When life throws these twists/turns in my life ... after the initial shock ... like someone who has been thrown hard to the ground from a horse ... as soon as I can get my breath ... my ass comes up off that ground (never mind I'm crawling, grasping at something to hold on to) ... I am coming back up!  I mean it ... I am ready to fight my ass off to be alright again.


How many battles have I fought in my life?  Many, many battles of all kinds.  This isn't my first one ... but, I smile here ... I always hope its my last battle to fight.


I would like to sail through the rest of my life without any battles, sickness ... see how it feels to just live a normal life like a lot of people do.  If I can't ... so be it ... you are going to see me fight like a warrior to live.  All Hell's going to break out ... until I win ... until I'm the champion.  I'm going to win!


The storm might take branches off here, there ... scarring the redwood tree's body.  It's still going to stand strong, mighty ... and as the sun dries the raindrops off its limbs ... you will see the strength in its form ... you might even see a smile reflecting in the raindrops as they dry away.  Think of me ... life has made me this way.


I may be very strong ... don't be surprised if you see a few tears flow down my face.  Just because someone is strong doesn't mean ... it hurts less.  Sometimes ... that extra pain life throws at me ... hurts ... really hurts.  Yes, like you ... I cry my share of tears.  Does it mean I'm weak?


Oh, Hell no!  I might be weak for a short time until that second breath comes in ... then, you will see me go into action.  I'm going to get to a point I can deal/cope with what's ahead of me.


Now ... why have I been 'missing in action'?  On October 3rd, 2015 ... Skip and I decided to have Chinese food at a favorite restaurant.  It's a buffet-type restaurant ... the people are so friendly.  It is a place we always loved to go to.


The manager was showing us to the table ... when all of a sudden ... my feet went out from under me ... I vaguely remember coming down on my left knee ... oh my God!  the excruciating pain!  I heard my bone break ... so did Skip, and the manager.


The next thing I know I was sitting flat on the floor in pure agony, shock.  The pain!  It's the first time I never saw a fall coming so, I could try to prevent it.  It's the first time in my life ... I never even thought to jump up, look around to see who was looking.


I sat there, stunned.  I could hear the concern from both Skip, and the manager.  I began crying ... I began crying in front of people ... I began crying in ... public.  Oh my!  This is something I never do ... I didn't even feel embarrassed ... I just ... cried.


The manager took me in his vehicle to the hospital Emergency Room.  Skip followed.  Our pickup truck was too high to get in ... the pain in my left leg, knee was too great ... I couldn't bend it to get in.  When I finally got in ... I was to the point of ... screaming out in pain.  Somehow, I managed not to ... I sat there ... and cried silently.


My left knee was x-rayed ... the knee cap was broken.   They put a stabilizer on it ... and gave me crutches, a prescription for pain medicine.  This is where it stands.


The manager kept saying he'd told the owner to fix the floors before someone fell ... he called the manager while I was sitting in the chair they helped me in.  The manager came quickly ... he had rolls of carpet in his arms ( I remember seeing that through my pain) ... he began putting them down quickly.


The manager also, said they had good insurance ... not to worry ... everything would be alright.  Well ... it isn't alright.


As it stands ... I need medical attention ... and no orthopedic doctor will touch me unless I have hundreds of dollars to pay up front ... they have to consider it 'self-pay' ... they have no one to bill the medical treatment to.


Like many people ... I don't have that kind of extra money.  I have been turned down quite a few times now, I have called a list of doctors ... each one says the same thing.  No one will see me. I have worked in the business office at a hospital ... things have changed a lot 'now'.


Am I upset?  Well, I know I haven't had medical attention for something serious since the accident on October 3rd ... today is October 7th.  I am afraid it could affect my walking ability later ... I can feel the toll it's taking on my body.  Not only that ... I know I'm hurt in other places ... but, until I have more x-rays I can't say just yet.


I have been afraid ... I won't lie.  This is real life ... life we all live if we aren't wealthy.  This is what people like me have to go through ... the embarrassment on top of being turned down ... doctor after doctor if you don't have hundreds of dollars in cash to pay as soon as you walk in the door.  They want it before someone is treated to make sure they get it.  So, for now ... I wait.


I know, I know ... get someone to get the insurance information, policy number.  All I will say is ... it is in the process.  I pray there really is insurance to help me, and the manager told us the truth.


Sometimes, unfortunately ... when people aren't from this country ... they can go back where they come from ... I pray they are like me, they will do what's right.  I really liked all of them ... yes, I know ... it has nothing to do with liking people 'now' ... I need medical attention.


So ... this is where I 'stand' ... at this very moment ... in the process of praying for the insurance information so, I can get medical attention for my broken knee cap.


The strange thing is ... you know how I've written about my Grandma Alma many times through the past years ... I am thinking of her as I'm experiencing this.  She was paralyzed for over 20 years ... I remember seeing her do her best to walk ... as a little girl I would be very sad for her.  I didn't understand ... but, did understand enough to see tears in her eyes and know somehow, she was in pain.  I knew I didn't want her to fall ... I would stay close by.


'Now' ... I think of my Grandma Alma as I try to walk ... and I'm injured ... not paralyzed.  I will get better ... but, my Heart cries for her each step I take.  My poor, precious Grandma Alma.


Well, this certainly is how things happen out of the blue ... this is how life can take a twist/turn unexpectedly.  This is how one can be thrown on another road in life ... and never see it coming.


All that is left to do now ... is to do the very best I can.  I was on one road in life ... losing weight, self-improvement ... now, my road has become entwined with another road ... of seeing how it feels 'not to walk very well' ... until my knee cap can heal, get medical attention for it.


Can I walk both roads at the same time?  I'm going to ... I'm not giving up on what I made my mind up to do ... I will lose this weight, and I will recover from the knee injury.


Like Rhonda Rousey ... I'm going into the ring ... and kick some ass!  I want to be alright once again. Oh by the way ... I love Rhonda Rousey, and admire her.  She came a long ways in her life.  I don't fight physically like she does ... but, mentally and emotionally ... I'm one Hell of a fighter ... just like her.


I was thinking to tell you all ... just be careful where you step.  You never know what will slip you up in life, derail you from the road you are traveling on .... put you on another road to go down.  I never even saw this coming.











Note by this Author:




I'm not feeling self-pity ... all I've written is true.  I have shared this experience ... and I know there must be other people who have, or are experiencing such as I am.  I have heard of being turned down by doctors ...


As of today ... I have been turned down in this one year by doctors because of money I didn't have ... so, 'now' ... I know it is true.  It's sad.


I'm going to be alright ... one way or other.  I will be glad when the day comes ... I can look back on this.  I will be glad when everything is okay once again.


Photo/true story owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/ #@GeeGranny


Saturday, October 3, 2015

Dancing To The Tune Of Life ... ON ONE LEG




Dancing To The Tune of Life ... On One Leg

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter





Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







I wrote a happy poem about dancing to the tune of life.  Well, it's still a happy poem ... there's a catch now.  I'm going to have to do it on one leg for some time!



Today ... Skip and I went to a restaurant ... the manager (our friend) was walking us to the 
table.  The next thing I knew ... I had taken a bad fall, my left knee hitting the tile floor.  The pain was excruciating.  The floor was very slippery, we didn't know it.



I was taken to the hospital, x-rayed ... told I had a broken knee cap.  I was sent home on crutches, a stabilizer/immobilizer on my leg.  Do not bend it for 6-8 weeks ... and see your orthopaedic soon as possible.



So, I'm now 'dancing to the tune of  life on one leg'!





Author's Note:  



I couldn't believe the fall I took today ... it was one fall I never saw coming.  This was one fall where the pain was so great ... I couldn't jump up quickly from, look around to see if someone saw me.  I can't believe I cried in public in front of people.  


Photo/true story owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee