Snapshots in Black and White

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Trafford Publishing, 2004 - Biography & Autobiography - 84 pages

"The average person is asleep, enculturated, unaware of the greater possibilities that could be his. Focused by family, friends and the media he is immersed in a group mind-set. It seems all so natural, but in comparison to what could be, there is so much to learn and become."

-George Norwood

Upon awakening my eyelids are heavy -more so than ever before. I attribute this to the medication which is minimal yet not sufficient; I can recall a time without medication. I traveled much lighter then and maybe that was my only time of innocence. The anxiety and depression have exacerbated and nothing seems to be adequate in lifting them from me now. Although I have always experienced a day or two in the dumpster, it has been quite tolerable and seemed to pass over. For every action there is a reaction, correct? This makes sense to me. Fluctuating hormones? It could be. But the truth of the matter being, it is no longer that simple; I am now in the eye of the storm sheltered only by paper and pen.

 

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Contents

THE PREFACE WAKING UP
1
CHAPTER ONE THE DANCE
3
CHAPTER TWO THE WORK WITH ELLYN
9
CHAPTER THREE THE SEARCHING FOR PAULA
17
CHAPTER FOUR THE CHANGE OF SHIFT
25
CHAPTER FIVE THE TEA BAG
31
CHAPTER SIX THE SAYING GOODBYE TO AUNT SARA
51
CHAPTER SEVEN THE BREAST LUMP
55
CHAPTER NINE THE PHONE CALL
63
CHAPTER TEN THE STETHOSCOPE
67
CHAPTER ELEVEN ELDERCARE
71
CHAPTER TWELVE THE BOUGH BREAKS
75
CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE FRUITION
79
MY GRATITUDE
83
MY REFERENCES ARE PSYCHOLOGICAL SPIRITUAL AND SOCIAL
85
Copyright

CHAPTER EIGHT THE EIGHT MINUTE MILE
59

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About the author (2004)

My life and pleasures have been simple in comparison.To watch the ocean's waves never ending or tiring, soothes me.Listening to a piece of music that touches my soul is priceless.I find the aroma of the bagel shop with its freshly brewed coffee delightful.My travels recently brought me to a local nursing home. As I departed through the lobby, a little lady sat at attention in a wheelchair. Her hair is gray; she is wearing glasses and having uncontrollable essential tremors. Unable to walk, she had washed and dressed herself that morning. I glanced down to see little red hearts on her white stockings. She reached out to shake my hand and for the first time in my life, I hesitated. What did she want from me? I then slipped my hand into hers as if I were putting on a glove; chills went through my entire body and soul.I have practiced the art of nursing with love and affection for the patient only. Patients with no connection to me other than that we all share the same arena. Upon reflection, I have tried to grasp and offer you the best of everything. It is impossible to bring you to each and every corner of my mind. The colours remain so vibrant.I live at the Jersey Shore.My home is modest.My heart is full.The 'art of intimacy' has remained a mystery to me.Maybe we could sit together on the next bus Shirley? My work is to now benefit the charities of children.

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