After we were home from our trip to Tuscon for our daughter’s wedding for a couple of weeks, I realized that I needed to take another trip. We’d checked almost daily on Sylvia and with the rest of the Louisiana family to see how things were going with her. She was home, sleeping in a recliner, but wouldn’t be released for any physical therapy until she was 6 weeks post op.

I began to think. Unlike my in-laws in Louisiana who work full time and having been taking turns staying overnight with Sylvia to assist her as needed, I don’t presently work outside of my home. I work many different jobs, but all are flexible and essentially from my laptop and I have children who don’t need me as much as they used to. I’m also trained in manual therapy and I know how to care for post operative shoulder patients. So, after talking with Bruce, we decided that I would go and live with Sylvia for about a month. I could take care of her, oversee her exercises, cook, grocery shop, do laundry and house work. I could also fill her freezer with meals that could last an additional month or more after I leave.

When I arrived to a very appreciative Sylvia, I noticed that the navel orange tree branches on the side yard were reaching the ground heavy with incredible oranges … I absolutely love oranges.

Sylvia slowly healed and we prepared for her to eventually be under the care of physical therapists. In the meantime, I helped her dress, wash and dry her hair, and encouraged her to slowly regain confidence in her left arm and get quite acquainted with her brand new shoulder joint. I took care of my mother-in-law, and it was about time the tables were turned. She had moved in with us after the births of all of our twins so she could help us with all of the needs of our house and help take care of our older children needs so I could focus on myself and my newborns. I knew I could be of much-needed assistance and more support. Feeling needed is a gift in and of itself.

During my weeks in Houma, Louisiana, Sylvia and I talked about everything, laughed about a lot, watched countless movies, enjoyed Thanksgiving at my niece’s home (so strange not being with my own family, but I was with family just the same), and ate way too much ice cream. Slowly, Sylvia began to regain her strength, her stamina and her desire to get back into life. She accepted an invitation to be picked up by a friend so she could go to a sorority meeting that she’s been a member of for decades, and I went along. I was honored to spend time with ladies that she’s spent time with over the years.

We enjoyed dozens of oranges and when the time came for me to return home, I took a few with me. But before I left, she had her first two appointments with her physical therapist. I asked lots of questions and was assured that she was in excellent hands.

I got home and was happy to reunite with my family, just in time to start planning Christmas. Christmas this year would be a quiet one after all of the traveling and excitement of the past fall.

A song that I’d written and recorded between our return from AZ and my trip to LA was finalized, mixed and mastered in our recording studio in Jacksonville while I was out of town. On December 15th, I released “My Cool Drink of Water” a melodic and lyrical expression of my appreciation of God during these challenging and confusing times. It was the official start of the 3rd album Kenny and I will be working on in 2022.

We did indeed have a very blessed Christmas, and prayed very hard for a new year free of the challenges we’d had during the last two.

If you read my lengthy blog articles when my son Brandon became so sick with Cov19 last summer (June 2020), you may recall my thought process when it came to the treatments we sought and were denied. I am not a medical doctor, but I have enough medical training in anatomy, physiology and pathology to hold a medical practitioner license in the state of Florida as a clinical manual/medical massage therapist in the field of physical therapy. On top of that, I believe my 26 years as a mother provides me with even more experience and credentials as far as a caregiver ensuring the well-being of my family.

Just like the rest of the world in early 2020, this pandemic took me by surprise and threw everything off kilter for our family. News coverage and the government spokespeople voices had us shaken, concerned and aware that this was serious. I didn’t believe the rumors it was all a hoax of some sort, because I knew people were getting sick. I saw that when doctors all over the world came forward explaining the success of protocols they were following, my ears perked up, and I sighed with relief because although we couldn’t possibly see a vaccine for years (because it does take YEARS for development, trials and approvals), we would have safe, proven, successful therapeutic medications to help us through this crisis.

But.

But then those tried-and-true medications were suddenly discredited despite dozens of doctors assuring their safety and success. When my son was so ill and I was laser focused on his recovery, the medications that I’d heard were safe, used for decades and inexpensive were suddenly ABSOLUTELY unavailable. I begged our family doctor to please let us try, and the doctors office we’d trusted for over two decades, flatly refused.

Hmmm.

And then I realized … the innoculation is the goal.

I researched. I learned. I researched and cross-referenced. I read and read. My eyes were opened. I put puzzle pieces together. I didn’t go to one resource, I went to hundreds. I asked questions. And then I watched as people that I agreed with become censored and become cancelled. Punished, discredited … all by the familiar mainstream media and by social media.

Oh my God. This was really happening. Division, hate, threats, fear-mongering.

When the time came for my age group to have the “blessed opportunity” of the miracle vac_cine, a FASTER THAN EVER in WORLD HISTORY immune drug I said ….

No.

I could go on and on, but I will not. I choose to respect others for their thoughts, their decisions and their actions. I only ask the same in return. Again, if you read my earlier posts, you would know that I passionately believe that making us wear masks over our noses and mouths not only did NOT protect us from others and vice versa, but actually would cause us harm by reducing our oxygen intake, increasing our carbon dioxide and increasing our likelihood of contracting a bacterial pulmonary infection such as pleurisy and pneumonia.

But back to the syringes … I’ve never been an anti va_ccin_er. All of my children have received their full schedule of shots over the years, but this was different. When those opposing it for various reasons (health, religion, distrust) became shamed, I saw that coming. When they became vilified, I saw that coming, too. When people started to lose their JOBS, I was floored. And at the same time, I was further awakened. This whole thing was always about a shot. Always about weakening, dividing and controlling us.

I could talk about the reported cases of injuries and death from this injection, but you can do your own research. It’s hundreds of thousands worldwide. People that I know and love have gotten the shots and have gotten ill from it. I will not have my children injected. I have left our pediatric office of 23 years due to its persistent insistence on having my children injected. I could talk about the evil forces that are behind all of this, but I won’t. Just believe when I say that this isn’t about keeping anyone healthy. It’s quite the opposite, sadly.

I’ve learned of doctors and nurses having their medical licenses threatened for not promoting and performing these injections. I learned that their jobs were also threatened had they promoted or prescribed the forbidden therapeutic medication. When I learned that the same source from which the virus itself originated was the same source who created the syringe contents, it all made sense. When I learned that the syringe contents were created and patented before the virus was created (and it was not naturally created), it made even more sense.

As time has gone by, I’ve become more and more firm in my beliefs and relieved that we did not receive this injection. Sadly, one adult child has, and her health has suffered for it. My goal with her is to cleanse her body of the toxins and other harmful components of the two injections.

I respect those who have followed their hearts and their need to protect their families by getting the injection. If you want to wear masks, go ahead and do so. But no one should force anyone to do so.

At this point, all of us in my family have gotten the virus over the past year. We’ve all been sick, we’ve all recovered and we’ve all built a robust immunity. We don’t want the shot, and we all should have the right to make the decision as to getting it or not. At this point, now that we’re being coerced and FORCED under threat of job termination, my husband is wondering if he will possibly lose his job as a healthcare facilities architect. Only time and events to come will tell.

So, as with everything that comes along in my life, I turn to God for strength, for wisdom, for discernment of the truth, and for guidance in making decisions. I know we will all get through this somehow. I keep my eyes up, my heart open and my faith rooted firmly in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I will not put my trust in any human leader, only my God.