Sunday, May 1, 2016


   I hate the month of April. On the 19th was the 30th anniversary of my dad's death and on the 29th it was the first anniversary of my husband's death. Someone said, I don't remember who,  they imagined my dad and Jack were having a beer together up in heaven. I like that image because it might be very well true.
   Paul Barry Myers, my dad, was a sociologist working for the Bureau of Land Management. One of the projects I heard of him working on was a development project that involved a land developer versus an Indian tribe. Apparently, the developers wanted to build on a piece of land the Indians considered sacred. I don't know what the outcome was.
   John 'Jack' Price Heniford, my husband, was a teacher by trade but he had his degree in Counseling. When he was looking for a position in counseling, there were none open but there was a job in teaching available so he took it.
   They were very similar in several ways. Both of them had higher education degrees, my dad a PhD and Jack a Master's. They both were teachers. My dad taught in Graduate school and Jack taught remedial students in high school. They both loved nature. Jack took lots pictures of birds, animals, flowers, whatever struck his fancy. We lived in Grand Junction the first four years of our marriage and Jack took lots of pictures of Mount Garfield, the Mesa, and the Bookcliffs. We went for drives on the Mesa several times and saw birds that he had never seen before. Being from the Carolinas, there were lots of birds that make their way here but not there and vice versa. Jack and I thought it was important to recycle as much as we could. I would think Dad would have been the same way. It kills me when mom and Gene throw away something that Jack and I would put in the recycling bin. They both had similar temperaments too. Neither shouted much or let things get under their skin. They were pretty even keeled. Neither drank much either. Dad liked a beer after work sometimes or on the weekend during a football game. Jack didn't drink at all when we went out but he liked mojitos in the summer when we had fresh mint. Of course we split a bottle of wine or Asti Spumonti on Chistmas and New Year's too. He introduced me to Reisling and Muscadine wines. Two of his favorites.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Thank you

   February 14, Valenentine's Day, would have been my 19th wedding anniversary. We got married at Bookcliff Country Club in Grand Junction, CO. We had planned to get married in May, after I graduated at what was then Mesa State College. I had an apartment and Jack was going to live with me until then. But our parents didn't like the idea of us "living in sin" for 6 months. So it was decided that instead of a May wedding, when things were green, in full bloom, and it was warm outside, we would bow to our parents' wishes and marry on Valentine's Day. After all Jack would never forget.
   For nearly 19 years Jack gave me all of his love and devotion. For that I say Thank You. I will forever not know if he knew how much that love and devotion was appreciated and reciprocated.  The last two days of his life I don't remember us even touching. How I long for his touch now that he's not here. That is one of my biggest regrets.
   In a strange way I also have to thank Jack for dying too. For nearly three years before his death I had been having a smelly discharge. It made me embarrassed to go out in public. All the doctors that I saw in Rock Hill, including the surgeon that did my colonostomy and the colonoscopy that started the whole thing, said that there was nothing they could do and I would just have to find ways to mitigate it. It wasn't until I came back to Grand Junction and was referred to Dr. Steven O'Day that I finally found hope. During my initial meeting with him not only did my medical history spew from my mouth but so did my recent loss and my frustration with the discharge which caused wounds on my backside that wouldn't heal. Both my mom and I were so relieved to be heard that by the end of that meeting we were both blubbering messes. He must've wondered what he had gotten himself in to. But he told me that there was a solution to my problems and that he was going to find it. I believed him.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

   It's not a matter of if I believe in God. All I have to do is look at nature in all of it's diversity and I know there is a God. And as a Christian I believe in Jesus Christ, the Son of God. My question is whether he/they are benevolent, kind, and loving as my fervently Catholic mom and stepdad and my other, Protestant, family members believe. Or is He a son-of-a-bitch who doesn't give a damn?
   I can't talk to them because they will argue to their dying breaths that God is benevolent and He/they are watching everything that happens to me and all of mankind.  If God is so good then why does He allow, not only my own, suffering?
    I have had hydrocephalus and spina bifida since birth. I have also had over 150 surgeries in a little over 45 years. I have also known of children who have had cancers or other diseases that require multiple rounds of chemo only to kill them, painfully, in the end. What did they do? What did I do to deserve this?  What did people in Africa  and other places around the world do to deserve years of drought, starvation and disease?
   When I was a kid I believed in a benevolent God. When I was a teenager I believed He was a son-of-a-bitch who delighted in my suffering. I would pray fervently for my I.Vs to last and not infiltrate my veins so I wouldn't be painfully stuck multiple times. They never did. I would pray fervently that I would die during surgery. I always woke up and and cursed Him. I prayed fervently for God to take Charles Manson and not a good man like my father. My father died when I was 15 and Charles Manson is still in prison. Now, as an adult I want so much to believe in a benevolent Being, but I have been through and been made aware of too much suffering.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Adults Coloring

Mom's friend Sharon sent me (us) coloring books and pencils as an activity while we sit outside in the mornings.  She also sent a newspaper clipping about adults coloring, and how it is the new craze. Although I do not like pictures taken of me, Mom took this one:

It is fun!

Here is a picture Mom took of a tree branch that fell in their yard last evening during a wind storm.

No damage done to their roof or yard.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Quickie 2 Wheelchair

Since I left York, South Carolina and my old wheelchair was donated to the facility where I lived for a short time before being in Piedmont Medical Center, I was officially chair-less.  Rental chairs at the hospital are not geared to the individual.

Two days ago, I received my specially adapted chair, a Quickie 2. It has power assisted wheels. When I switch on the power, two speeds are available, slow and faster.

Gabriel and Ryan helped adapt the wheel motions (I use my right hand with more force) so that it fits my needs. 

Cindy, the activity director at Mesa Manor, took me over to Mom and Gene's house yesterday for a visit and lunch.  Libby got several treats, and Mercy did also, but she spent most of the time when I was there napping inside, her usual course during the day.

Gene cooked chicken in wine for lunch, coq au vin, and we drank sangria.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

reprinted from NASA:

NASA's New Horizons interplanetary probe has been making its way to Pluto since January 19, 2006, and has been providing the world with the sharpest photos ever seen of our Solar System's most prominent "dwarf planet." Today, it made its closest approach to Pluto yet -- about 8,000 miles -- at around 07:49:57 EDT. 
Here's the photo they took -- which, despite traveling at the speed of light (186,000 miles per second), took four and a half hours to reach us here on Earth as it crossed the 3 billion miles between here and Pluto:

Size of Earth compared to Jupiter (source)

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Family in 2006

That was my 36th birthday in York.  My Aunt Charlotte, on the right, made it a special day with balloons.  We went out for lunch.