Big picture, making the decision to keep or sell my dad’s Badger football season tickets after he died shouldn’t have been a big deal. Yet, navigating grief is a lot like that scene from The Jerk where Steve Martin’s character says he doesn’t need anyone or anything. My dad’s Badgers seats are a lot like […]
Tag: frontotemporal degeneration
When Words Don’t Cover It,1990’s Microsoft Paint Can
Words fail. That kind of thinking is detrimental for a blog. In any case, I think my logistics job is affecting my not-job-related memory, soul and verbal speech… or else… it’s not the super stressful job and, rather, the FTD/ALS is kicking in. I hope not because my job does not offer health insurance, and […]
SYSTEM ALERT: Is What Happened to My Mom Going To Happen To Meeeeeeeeee?
Why have a blog if you can’t use it to openly discuss the potential manifestation of your absolute worst fear? 😺 Yeah. This is the blog post I really avoided writing and here it is. In this post I’ve tried to bedazzle my worst fear and all my fretting and freaking out with pictures and […]
Dead On My Feet 🦇😺 and I Hear the Four Horses Are Warming Up… Just in Case (Election 2020)
If you follow this little blog, you’ll know I coped with rather terrible medical news a few weeks ago by focusing on how this year I’d be hosting a Vampire’s Dinner Party on Halloween night. IT HAPPENED! This orphan finally used my parents’ Noritaki China dishware, glassware and silverware which years ago I salvaged from […]
Wasps Are Mean and “Argh”
Today is the calendar reminder of how my mom died on this day three years ago. I also realized I hadn’t made a blog post for three days soooooooooo… I am also realizing that I’m not especially communicative or creative when focusing on staying cheery and achieving the regular goals during weeks I feel are […]
Angels in a Not Yet Broken Phone
Five and a half years after being placed on hospice, my mom died in June 2017 at the age of 64. I organized the funeral and then the funeral happened and then I returned to our house and my husband David went to work and our house was just empty and quiet and I couldn’t […]
The Beyond
On the first night we viewed and then signed the papers to buy our Madison house, it felt haunted. When I went upstairs to turn off the hallway light, I felt the air thicken and move around me in an unnatural way. Thrilled, I ran downstairs, delighted that we were going to buy a haunted […]
The Outsiders
Our house activity climaxed with my beloved mom’s fight to defy death in her final months battling frontotemporal degeneration (FTD). New things started to happen which didn’t seem particularly paranormal as they involved tangible, organic creatures who were simply behaving oddly. Specifically, the animals started to mobilize. By this point, we had lived in our […]
What the Others Saw
As time went on, more souls were to experience the unexplained, creepy and unusual happenings which took place in our Madison, Wisconsin house. But these experiences were secondary as these additional house visitors were there to assist me with the care of my rapidly declining, terminally-ill mom. Due to her lengthy battle with frontotemporal degeneration […]
The Crash
My mom was given six months to live in January, 2012, diagnosed with moderate brain atrophy and frontotemporal degeneration (FTD). In September 2017, since she was still trucking but she could no longer speak, walk or perform tasks independently ALL WHILE BEING FULLY AWARE OF ALL THIS #mostcruelillness, she required very individualized care which facilities […]
Mom and That Same Someone Behind Me
While exploring the “Upstairs Lair of the Boogeyman” as a kid, I almost died of fright when I heard a floorboard creak behind me, but found no one there when I finally turned to face them. But it spooked me and ignited my belief that something unseen stands behind me. My beautiful mom was diagnosed […]
Don’t Move Into a Haunted House
I’ve been told that epileptics are prone to paranormal activity but I’d say most people are fair game if you move into a place with black handprints up and down the basement wall a la Blair Witch. My husband, our mastiff rescue Hemingway and I moved to Pittsburgh last year to fail at starting a […]
Brain Wars!!! 