We need your mantras for a new project! Share with us.

Can we have a forum for "older" people with bc?

1170517061707170817091711»

Comments

  • teka
    teka Posts: 20

    reader425,

    Wish you a pain free weekend.

    1946taco,

    Also, wish you a pain free weekend.

    If only I could look as good in a hat. 🤠

    carlehalston,

    H & I am watching golf and softball this weekend.

    justforher,

    Hopefully, doing your own posting and slowly on the mend.

    thenewme26,

    May 2nd chemo session be an easier week.

    petite1,

    Mountain Laurels……lovely.

  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    The newme26 and justforher, I wish you relief from your pain and issues. ((Hugs)).

    Taco, I understand your pain. Please take pain meds as ordered, move around, do exercises as ordered and elevate leg. Use ice for no more than 20 minutes at a time, I slept in a recliner to keep knee straight and prevent flexion contractures. Get to PT ASAP. The first few weeks are the hardest.

    We went to the Irish National Stud, Strokestown house and the National Famine museum yesterday. Stud fees can be as high as $300,000 euros for proven winners versus $7,500 euros for new stallion winners. Saw newborn foals and wow are some of the mother's highly protective. They huff at you. House was owned by an English man who made his money off the backs of the impoverished he later shipped to Canada when they outlived their worth and most did not survive the coffin ships. Marched them from western Ireland to Dublin to save fares and many died during the walk. Beautiful home, but tinged by how it was maintained. This diminished house to me. People starving to death outside their doors, but a sample menu showed food to excess within their walls. Adage of only the rich survive held true. Famine museum is ironically on their grounds. Showed sad plight of thise shipped overseas.

    Here are some photos from yesterday:

    1000006099.jpg 1000006110.jpg 1000006115.jpg 1000006122.jpg 1000006111.jpg
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Famine museum and Irish Stud:

    1000006123.jpg 1000006124.jpg 1000006126.jpg 1000006127.jpg

    Mud hut of the Irish poor.

    1000006129.jpg
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054
    1000006054.jpg

    Irish Stud and their Japanese garden:

    1000006056.jpg 1000006060.jpg 1000006067.jpg 1000006069.jpg 1000006077.jpg 1000006080.jpg 1000006063.jpg
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Some of the horses at the stud had been bred there, were gelding used as jumpers or steeplechase steeds and earned retirement for their contributions to the history of the stud.

  • teka
    teka Posts: 20

    betrayal,

    I like the 1st garden sculpture!

  • thenewme26
    thenewme26 Posts: 9

    Dear justforher,

    I just returned home from a pharmacy run and thought I'd share one little story about how strange life can be and how there has to be a more powerful source.

    As a child and during my adolescence I screamed at my parents and siblings that I did not belong to this family. I had to be adopted! (My parents said they were thinking of giving me up! Ha!Ha!) I never understood why I was so sure that I was not a part of this family and it went on for years.

    I also loved horses but was scared to death to be near one. Loved old cars or sports cars but despite my father's attempt to teach me to drive a stick shift…it never happened.

    In college I was having difficulty trying to pass Biology (the most boring professor of my life who simply read from the book). My friends gave me notes from this guy who was brilliant in biology. Though I never met him, I was grateful.

    There was also this guy that just kept checking me out when I was out with my friends on campus or at the local fast food eatery. Just never thought much about that.

    Then I met my husband at the factory where I wove fiber seating chairs for my dad who was the superintendent. Lo and behold… he was adopted, an equestrian and had old sports car. He was also the brilliant biologist! It took a few dates before I realized he was the guy across the booth at the fast food place. Creepy, but cute!

    When I shared this with a Native American colleague years later when I was teaching, she said, " You were looking for each other. You were probably together in a past life." Needless to say, I went home and told my husband that he had me for two lives… don't go hunting for the third time. We laughed. But after reading about life after death, I do believe these things are possible. As a matter of fact, a week before my husband died I moved across the king size bed to snuggle and hold him. I told him that it was okay to come looking for me again should we both come back for another swing at life on earth. This is what inspired me to explore more about life after death.

    Some believers say that you can choose to look like you want, have the kind of house you want, and exist in peace and tranquility. So don't think about not enjoying the beach house (I won't get mine until I get up there!). Try to imagine what you would like your spot to look like. I am praying really hard for your peace and I am so glad I had this opportunity to connect with you.

    The tears are okay because you want more time and did not get to enjoy what you have, but try to think of what will come.

    thenewme26

  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Here's some photos of Kylemore Abbey:

    1000006174.jpg 1000005221.jpg 1000005225.jpg 1000005233.jpg 1000005234.jpg 1000005239.jpg 1000005257.jpg
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Kylemore Gardens:

    1000006140.jpg 1000006142.jpg 1000006148.jpg 1000006150.jpg 1000006152.jpg 1000006154.jpg 1000006161.jpg 1000006170.jpg

    Connemara pony.

  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Justforher, here's hoping they were able to break your fever and you are feeling somewhat better.

    Went to Spiddal today for a favorite shop of ours from 1975. Then it was in an old garage, but on our 1984 visit we were wandering around the newer large showroom when I heard a very distinctive voice I recognized. It was my brother-in-law's mother traveling with her sister. They were on their way out of Ireland while we were at the beginning of ours. Between us we bought so much, they offered us free lunch in their Cafe.

    I was able to find hand knit Aran sweaters here, not the machine knit ones sold elsewhere. The price was also better than the prices we had seen in other shops selling hand knits. So DH and I each got new cardigans. The color I initially chose wasn't available, so I had to take my second choice and I am glad I did. When we got to the shops on Inishmore, the prices were outrageous for both the hand knit and the machine knits.

    The weather was awful. It was clear until we got to the port when it started to rain and was bitterly cold. I had a long sleeved shirt, a hooded sweatshirt over that, and a fleece lined raincoat on and was comfortable though my feet felt like ice cubes. We did not walk up to the old ring fort due to any rocky surface being slippery. We had lunch at Jie Watty's pub and had a local singer for entertainment. Then we had a bus tour of the island after some brave souls went to the fort. It was foggy so Connemara was not visible. Enjoyable day in spite of the weather.

    Here are some photos:

    1000006245.jpg 1000006247.jpg 1000006257.jpg 1000006259.jpg 1000006265.jpg 1000006267.jpg 1000006273.jpg 1000006274.jpg
  • betrayal
    betrayal Posts: 6,054

    Hope everyone had a wonderful day andcwaving "hi" to everyone. Tomorrow is Cliffs of Moher and travel to Limerick. We are doing the medieval banquet at Knappogue castle tomorrow evening.

  • 1946taco
    1946taco Posts: 412

    justforher - holding you close.