Oh, say, can you see it?

I’m determined not to fall into the swirling vortex of fear and anxiety that is so easy to fall into when faced with the dilemmas of caring for an elderly parent and paying for life’s little niceties (like health insurance) when you aren’t earning any income.

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Well, I’m determined not to write about it at least.

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Instead, I went searching for a little Independence Day spirit in the garden.

The ‘4th of July’ tomatoes didn’t quite live up to their name, though the Topsy-Turvy planter is a thumbs-up (errr thumbs-down?)…

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But maybe the Oakleaf Hydrangea looks a little like skyrockets?

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Or the astilbes have that fireworks flair?

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How about the bee balm’s red glare?

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Petunias bursting in air?

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Wherever the 4th of July finds you this weekend — or wherever you find the spirit of independence — here’s wishing you an (old) gloryous holiday.

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May the sun in his course visit no land more free,
more happy, more lovely, than this our own country!

~ Daniel Webster

It was a good run

Oh the memories… From February to May last year, I and my family were embroiled in a flurry of health care issues for my elderly mom. Her broken ankle resulted in 8 weeks in a rehab hospital and 5 weeks in assisted living (all non-weight-bearing) while we scrambled to adapt her 100+ year-old house to accommodate one-level living. It was a huge struggle, and hugely satisfying to accomplish what we did.

We had a great run for a whole year — she managed pretty well, and we managed to ignore her occasional rants that none of what we did was necessary, she’s just fine, she can go up and down two flights of stairs to second floor or cellar with no problem, and what horrible people we were for throwing away her 35-year-old exercise bike (and buying her a new one she refuses to use).

But now the jig is up. We’re back on the eldercare treadmill in full force, with mom’s recent dizzy spells and now painful fractured ribs after a fall this past Saturday. It’s clear that living alone is no longer an option, so we’re scrambling to figure out how to have one of us there with her as close to 24/7 as we can manage, given that we all have jobs and lives of our own.

It’s daunting, but I can’t help but think how lucky we are to have dodged this issue for so long. So many people don’t get to wait until their loved one is 90 before confronting care issues.

I’ll try to keep remembering that as we navigate a sea of doctors, appointments, insurance, and meds, and disrupt our own lives in still unknown ways. I’m anticipating a lot of “discussions” (/arguments), a lot of fatigue, a lot of tears, prayers, and sleepless nights. And of course, a lot fewer workouts and a lot more chocolate.

Old age ain’t no place for sissies.
~ H. L. Mencken, Bette Davis

Totally bragging (for a good cause)

I know we all have our favorite charities and causes we choose to support. I am very privileged to have an inside view of Global Links, a Pittsburgh-based nonprofit that sends surplus medical equipment and supplies donated by hospitals and companies in this country to needy hospitals and clinics in Latin America. It keeps these still-useful supplies from ending up in a landfill and meets an incredible need for even the most basic medical goods in the developing world.

For example, did you know:

  • Before you can have surgery in some countries you have to bring your own suture, and that suture can cost as much as you might make in a month. (In this country, unused suture is often discarded. Once it has been laid out for surgery, and its outer wrapping removed, it cannot be reused, even though it is still wrapped and sterile.)
  • Mattresses are at a premium. Sometimes patients must share a bed, or a mattress on the floor, or lie on the floor itself.
  • “Disposable” gloves are often carefully washed and reused, over and over.
  • Women may travel for miles and miles to give birth in the region’s only hospital or clinic. When they arrive, they must often deliver in their street clothes because there are no gowns or linens (some patients bring their own linens, if they are able).

What do I mean by “surplus”? Well, hospitals change out their equipment, tools, and furnishings all the time. They might choose to use a different vendor’s equipment, or a different type of needle/syringe. They exchange mattresses and beds for newer ones. They basically try to provide state-of-the-art everything, because in this country, that’s what’s expected. It doesn’t mean the materials they’re swapping aren’t still useful — they are useful, and desperately needed in other countries. Even things like chairs for waiting patients or cabinets to hold supplies, or crutches, wheelchairs, soap (!), even paint — so much need and so much in this country that goes to waste.

There’s much more to the story — and I can’t do it justice here (www.globallinks.org is a good place to learn more). But I’m excited that this year marks Global Links’ 20th anniversary! Twenty years (that went by in a flash) and 3,000 tons of surplus worth $140 million distributed. And it all began around a kitchen table as a true start-up by three “founding mothers.”

As I mentioned, I have an insider view of Global Links. Why? Because one of those founding mothers is my sister, now Global Links’ executive director. Yep, the same “big sister” who sang to me when I was little…the green-thumb/great cook who taught me everything I know about gardening and cooking (and eating? she taught me the proper way to hold a knife and fork)…the perennial fixer-upper who can’t pick a paint color to save her life… and the only one of us who is almost never on time for anything…is also a world-travelin’, make-it-happen humanitarian who is making a difference for thousands of people and the planet.

She recently gave an interview to Her Startup, LLC. Check it out if you want to learn a little more about this homegrown nonprofit success story. And please forgive my bragging — as I said, it’s for a good cause.

No one should die for lack of what others throw away. (SM)
~ Global Links’ tagline

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