Saturday, October 24, 2015


I'm almost in a state of unbelief but I finally wrote a poem, I mean my usual way.  I didn't have to force myself, didn't have to tell myself that I'd better, it just came.  That may not sound like a big deal, but it really is.  So here it is:

By Patty Lynn

When I was younger, yes, I thought
At seventy you’re old.
A cane, gray hair, corrective shoes,
Like aging cheese, you’d mold.

I thought old people all were deaf,
Their eyesight…almost blind.
Young men would walk you ‘cross the street.
You’d tell them, “You’re so kind.”

And then one day I woke to find
That I had reached that day,
The day when I was seventy
About that let me say…

This aging thing, it’s not so bad
Sure slowing down’s a part.
But that’s okay, I savor now,
I feel more from the heart.

That comes in handy since I’m now
A Grandma, best job ever.
I love them so and don’t ya’ know,
They think that I’m real clever.

But truth be told it’s living long
With memories by the score
That they find fascinating, cool.
They even long for more…

For often I share how things were
When I was little, too,
Before computers, tablets, phones,
And how I made it through…

Without the gadgets that they love
And toys sophisticated.
How days were spent, much quieter,
Yet we were stimulated.

I wouldn’t trade those bygone days
That made who I am,
Nor would I go back if I could
And live it all again.

Those 70 years, I lived them well,
They brought me here today,
And I’m so glad I’m where I am.
Perhaps, I’m just halfway!

Thursday, October 22, 2015


Forgive me the play on words but when you've suffered for as long as I have with what is commonly called a bad back, you try to find a little humor in it, or at least I do. You see I've been dealing with this malady for over 20 years before and following a surgery. Talk to anyone who's had back problems and you will hear a common theme summed up in "I wish I'd never had back surgery!"  So it's safe to say that things only got worse after the surgery and I've tried many different approaches to alleviate the pain.

In my younger days it was chiropractic, various physical therapy regimens, steroid shots and acupuncture.  But for the past 10 years I've been on a closely monitored medication plan and for the most part that's given me a good quality of life. However, it's caught up with me.  By that I mean as is the case with aging, osteoarthritis, degenerative disc disease, stenosis and scoliosis, time is not my friend.  And that staggering list only becomes more staggering and as is happening now, the pain has continued to intensify and the pain meds can't cover the increased pain.  It's not safe to add more milligrams to the current medications because in doing so, my organs could be compromised.

So, I knew I must look elsewhere to find alternatives to the pain meds and still decrease my pain.
Fortunately, my daughter had found a solution to her shoulder problems with something called, Prolotherapy.  This involves multiple injections with a dextrose solution in the afflicted area to promote inflammation and thus cause the body to heal itself.   This is a simplified version of the process and is only one of the injected solutions available.  Oft times, when necessary, plasma or even stem cells can also be injected.  If I were younger, this process could cause true healing and correction of the problem, but in my case the hope is that prolotherapy will stablize my spine.  I liken it to the difference between a house that's built on sand (my spine) and one that's built on a foundation of cement block.

I've had one treatment so far and have been told that improvement you can feel comes after 2-4 treatments.  So we'll wait and see.  I'm very optimistic and I would like to ask that you pray for me. I know the power of prayer and how much is out of our control.  Only God and only Him.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


Sounds pretty dramatic, doesn't it?  Well, it was.  Yes, the day (Oct.6th) has come and gone and I survived but it wasn't easy.  I don't know why that number was so hard to believe, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it.  I've said this before, "I'm young enough to remember that when I was young, someone who was 70, was OLD!"  And really my family was so gracious and made sure they wished me a Happy Birthday on the day, some even sang the song so, by no means, was I forgotten.

My sister had everyone over for cake and ice cream the Sunday before my birthday and, as always, we all had a great time.  My niece's birthday was the 10th so it was kind of a two-fer and that took a little of the sting out of my milestone.  And then on Monday my daughter called and said she and her husband and two boys wanted to take my husband and me out for a nice lunch to Fratello's on the following Sunday.  I thought that was really nice and yet couldn't figure out why everyone was making such a fuss over my 70th.

When we arrived at the restaurant, my daughter greeted us at the door and said to follow her into the bar area for a drink before lunch.  Well, I had the surprise of my life when I rounded the corner only to find a room full of friends and family shouting "Surprise!!"  And I indeed was surprised.  My daughter and my sister had gone all out, linens on the tables, flower arrangements down the center of each table, photo displays that left me weepy as they stirred up all kind of memories.  My brother-in-law, Jim, had done a photo montage on his laptop and John took photos of the festivities. There was a printed menu for everyone to choose from and the food was delicious.  What a spectacular affair!!!

I was so touched by this outpouring of love and the thoughtfulness that went into the party.  It will be a memory I'll treasure always.

Sunday, October 4, 2015


I'm sure it comes as no surprise to anyone who follows my blog, I'm stuck!  I haven't written a poem since the one I wrote for my dear friend's retirement party and that took me 3 weeks.  But, as they say, "necessity is the mother of invention," and my daughter and son-in-law's 13th anniversary prompted me to write a poem for that occasion.  Unfortunately, their anniversary falls two days after their twin son's birthdays which shifts the focus to their boys. So they get lost in the shuffle.  It's not my best work but it forced me to write again and for that I'm thankful.  At least I assured myself that I could still do it.


I know you both feel cheated
Because the scale is tipped…
Toward two boys and their birthdays.
But I say we should flip…

The emphasis to both of you,
The reason for it all.
For without you, there wouldn’t be…
Those birthdays, anyhow.

So in the midst of hecticness
And bickering of boys,
Just don’t forget the love you share,
Remember through the noise…

That long before the twins were born,
You know, those quieter days,
When there was just the two of you,
A clear path, not a maze…

Led you to find each other,
I know God intervened,
For you were meant to be as one,
Though life is not serene,

It will be, as the boys grow up,
Though that seems far away.
Just find the time and not neglect
Your love from day to day.

From that comes strength, that’s at the core
That’s at the heart of you.
It must be tended every day.

That love will see you through.