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From One Who Was Cut And Pierced For You; He understands!

Suicide among young people is on the rise. According to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), suicide is now the third leading cause of death for youth between ages 10 and 24. Some states even report it as the leading cause of death in this age group. “It results in approximately 4,600 lives lost each year. The top three methods used in suicides of young people include firearm (45%), suffocation (40%), and poisoning (8%). ” Deaths resulting from suicide are only part of the problem. The CDC states, “More young people survive suicide attempts than actually die. A nationwide survey of youth in grades 9–12 in public and private schools in the United States found that 16 percent of students reported seriously considering suicide, 13 percent reported creating a plan, and 8 percent reported trying to take their own life in the 12 months preceding the survey.”

It’s obvious that suicide is becoming a serious problem with our youth.

The telltale signs

There are usually warning signs that let you know when your teen is struggling emotionally — the kinds of struggles that lead to suicidal thoughts.

  1. Depression. This is not simply a child having a bad day and feeling down. All children have those from time to time. This is about a child feeling depressed day after day — a feeling of hopelessness. You can’t seem to cheer him or her up.

  2. Other suicides. When a fellow student commits suicide, it puts the thought into the minds of others.
  3. Too much stress. Kids are under a lot of pressure in school and far too many pressures at home.
  4. Involved in drug and alcohol abuse. When these abusive behaviors are present, likelihood of suicide increases.
  5. Bullied at school or on social media. We hear continually about bullied kids being so hurt and ashamed that they finally can’t deal with the hurt anymore.

When these factors are involved, it doesn’t mean your child will commit suicide. It just means you need to pay attention, improve your relationship with your child or consider getting some professional help.

What parents can do

These reports are daunting, and parents may wonder what is to be done to stem this tide. No parent wants his child to die — and most certainly not by suicide. Here’s the good news. There are specific ways parents play a vital role in helping prevent their children from committing or attempting suicide. The following are the most powerful things a parent can do.

Create a strong family environment

This is done several different ways:

  • Eat meals together as a family at least five times a week. This creates a safe place where family members can talk about what’s going on in their lives, laugh and share their concerns.
  • Play together. Do fun things. Board games, ball games, bowling, picnics, camping — anything fun and wholesome that brings the family together.
  • Visit relatives. Grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins bring a great deal of support and love into a child’s life. Make this happen for your family.
  • It’s reassuring to know that parents, siblings and loved ones care about you. This happens from continual association with each other in the home — in a congenial atmosphere. This doesn’t mean there won’t be arguing at times. That’s normal. It just means you keep the family activities going, regardless. Remember to tell your kids you love them. That matters. They need to hear it often.

Attend religious services

In a recent article, Greg Hudnall, a suicide prevention trainer, says of the youth, “[R]eligion helps them feel a connectedness, and that connectedness is very powerful.” This same article reports that “the students who reported high levels of religious participation — attending services one time per week or more — were half as likely to have contemplated suicide.”

Hudnall goes on to say, “One thing parents and religious communities can do is help youths deal with disappointment, psychological stress and failure.”

Keep a close eye on your child’s behavior and demeanor. To prevent suicidal thoughts, be diligent in involving your child in family activities and religious experiences. These two traditions have proven to be highly effective in curtailing suicide. If suicidal signs persist, seek professional help. It’s a fact that some suicides will happen even if parents do all they can to be there for their children. When this happens, parents who know they did what they could to save their children can, at least, find a measure of peace.

Together, Gary and Joy Lundberg author books on relationships. For more from the Lundbergs on improving communication, see I Don’t Have to Make Everything All Better.”

via Protecting your child from the expanding risk of suicide.


Now this article called my attention. Not only because I’ve been suffering from the depression, anxiety, and PTSD symptoms and having a difficult time these past couple of years of my life more than others. But because I read in a group yesterday, on a board a mother crying out for help because her daughter is a cutter. The daughter just told her about it and she didn’t know what to do. Her husband didn’t understand and wanted to keep quiet about it just between them. (Normal .. Some people are embarrassed ) not something easy to deal with specially if your family is a family that a lot of people look at as a good, healthy family. For an example; My husband is a Pastor and I’m the messed up wife lol. Is how I see it (OOops Joke about it ). Am I embarrassed? I was at the beginning for a long time, but not anymore. and you might ask me. Why not anymore? Well, I’m the one that needs the help, and I’m the one that knows if I don’t get it, or look for the help now things can get worse and than what? Will being embarrassed help me than? So that’s what I did. Regardless of what people might think or will think of me or my family I’m getting the help I need. I don’t care what others think of me or my family. I’m doing this for us. Not for them. So I think it’s very important for You as parents to talk to your kids and be aware of whats going on with them and not just your kids but your spouse as well. Give them the help they need. Trust me as I say this.  If your TEEN comes to you and tells you ” Mom or Dad I’m a cutter I need help.”  They NEED help, and YOU will NOT be able to provide that HELP they are seeking unless you have the structure to do it all alone and most of us don’t. GET PROFESSIONAL HELP. If you could provide that help they wouldn’t be doing what they are doing in the first place. They would just come and talk to you and solve the problem. They cut to feel relieve, to release the pain, to feel alive. Depression is not something you can wake up one day and say ” Oh it’s all gone. ” Please use the helpful links and seek help.

🙂 Hugs to all 🙂 

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I’m Not Afraid __{Anymore}


What you see on the outside is not always what’s on the inside. A lot of us don’t even know what or how we really feel until we crash, and that’s how I felt about a month ago. I’ve had many ups and downs in my life since I was a child, like many people. We all have something to complain about, some more than others. I had some bad tragedy happen to me as a young girl and as I became older. I held everything that wasn’t exposed inside of me for many years actually for too long. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed to say, that I need help, I looked for help, and I got it (been getting help).
Am I healed? Absolutely not. I still have a very long way to go, but I have good faith in God I will get better. 

Photo courtesy Michelle W.
Being in this situation got me too depressed and having anxiety, panic attacks, plus all the other health issues I have doesn’t help. Holding in all my emotions and sadness, not sharing with anyone what I was feeling made me many times want not to live anymore. The only thing that kept me going strong was my family. The fact I have 3 kids and a husband that I love so much made me make the choice I wanted to be alive for them.

I had to be hospitalized for eight days because my INR not being stabled and having a blood clotting disorder that is very dangerous. I was also having a lot of pain in my lower abdomen. Pain that I still have till this lovely day by the way. As I was there at the Stewart Hospital this awesome doctor was talking to me and he actually got it out of me that I was feeling depressed and that I needed more help. He also looked at my records. Something that will follow you for life is your record. Those records had some history of attempts in there from when I was 11,13,16,18, records that suck to have but those things do have consequences on me today. So that doctor talked to me about going into this hospital to get help for my mental issues. I decided to go. I know another thing to follow my record but, I have a lot of things to work on and this was going to be good for me. So, I had to give it a try. I didn’t know what it was going to be like didn’t know what to expect. On my way there in the ambulance, all I could think about was, ” God Please Help Me.” I needed to do this to get rid of the monsters that haunted me. I was in such bad shape I couldn’t shower without the thought of hurting a person that I recently got into an argument with. Not only that but the monster from my past haunted me daily made me scared and made me think horrible things about myself. A lot of people are ashamed to admit they have a problem, but not me. I always knew I had a problem but never thought I needed help. Now I made the decision to get the help I need. 

St. Elizabeth Medical Center Seton 5

1st day I got there I got checked in, and all my things – laptop, iPhone, journal, bag, wallet, and everything else possible of using for harm got taken away. They took my vitals and blood work. I got my room and I stayed there for the night sleeping. I wanted nothing to do with anything or anyone. Never slept so much like that day. They had to wake me up at one point because my husband was on the phone, I told him I was fine, and right back to sleep I went.

2nd day – I got up early, don’t remember the time all I know is that I stayed in that room till they announced breakfast was there. I went to get it, and it was nothing I wanted to eat. (When I arrived, I filled a menu IDK why they didn’t bring what I asked) So all I had from that tray was the coffee, cream, and sugar, but even that tasted horrible. I tried to step out of my room for a bit and as I stood by my door this girl was sitting next to the door on a table that was there, she was all alone, a young girl I was afraid to start talking to her because she looked like she was 16, and I’m this old lady didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. So, I asked her if I could put my cup down on the table, you know a lot of people don’t like others invading their space and she was all nice about it and said ” yes “. I started to make small conversation with her. I’ll keep her name private, and I’ll call her “J” for this post, and if she ever reads this you know who you are :). After that day at that table, I can say J you became a great part of my recovery. Talking to you every day and having you there just to color next to me 🙂 and having a conversation made a big difference. Thank You Girl for being a friend when I needed one. I miss you… (oh by the way “J” is not 16 LOL she’s in her 20’s) …..That same day I got a roommate, and it was this older woman (in her 60’s) the night she came in I was awake all night (as a matter of fact I was awake for most of the 6 days I was there) and she was so mad she had a roommate It was very funny.

The next morning Day #3 I was talking to “J” I told her about the roommate, and we laughed. After breakfast around group time, I met my roommate “D” She turned out to be this lovely lady, and my heart melted for her. 😦  We all started to attend groups and talk and hang around the T.V rooms like we were best friends LOL. We helped each other out and together we kept going day by day. The last thing you want to do is go into a place like this and lock yourself out and shut down and don’t let others in. Big mistake. Because becoming friends with them is what helps you most.

 Now that you guys know about the people/Friends there and how nice it was to meet them let’s talk about the program. When I got there it was nothing like I was hoping for. I’ll explain. I had in mind this place where I was going to have groups, speak to doctors daily, and see a psychiatrist every day, but no nothing like that. I met my nurse 2x a day for my meds anything I asked her about my medication or problem she would say I had to wait to see a doctor. I had groups 5 times a day. The doctor saw me on my 2nd day there for 5 minutes changed all my medications and added more to my list, without knowing me or my history. In groups, you talk to staff and mates which were great. Once you get to know all the staff you know which ones are the good ones and the ones that are there just for the $$. There was 3-4 staff there named James lol, all cool, nice people who actually cared about doing their jobs and treating patients with respect. Yes, they are there for the money, but they know how to treat the people that are there and respect their condition. There’s this one staff there I wish I remembered his name because I would name him here, he would go around talking to all the female nurses about all the patient’s problems and why they were there, now you tell me. Is that even professional? He was a miserable person and over time he was there it made me feel more depressed than I already was. It was horrible.

Other than those little complaints Seton 5 is a very good place. I didn’t think it would help me at all and it did it made a difference in my life. When I got there, I was feeling so horrible, and my mind was filled with Hate and driving me crazy with all the horrible thoughts. Now I can work on them better and focus on my recovery.

I recommend the hospital to anyone willing to get help. I’m very Thankful I made that decision. I have no regrets. From now on I have to keep working on getting better. 🙂

It takes time to get cured if you ever do.
But you can make a choice to live miserably or try to move on.

Today, I will remember that there is a powerful force motivated by writing down goals. I will do that now, as needed. I will do it not to control but to do my part in living my life.



{ The Truth } my experience


So, you all know I’ve been sick for a little while now. In and out of the hospital and with doctor’s appointments almost daily. Yes, it all sucks, and I get very stressed by it all. I wanted to share a little about my experience at this hospital I always go to. And yes, I know most of you (or all of you) will ask me why do I keep going back to the same hospital?

Well, it’s not that I don’t like the hospital.
Compared to all the other hospitals around it looks very good, and well maintained. Yes, I’ve been to the other ones.

This place has all my records since I was a teen. Well, if they keep their record that long they should have it. This is one main reason I come back here all the time to keep all the files in one place I believe to be important.

They keep the hospital very clean, the cleaning crew is constantly around sweeping and picking up trash, making sure everything is clean and well taken care of. My point of view is another important thing. The Hygiene of the place needs to be kept at a good standard always. Unless you want the patients getting sicker instead of better.

When I went to South Shore Hospital the outside, main entrance, and all the other floors looked awesome, but the ER room was disturbing to even look at. They had no private rooms all the rooms were just divided by curtains, there were numerous people just hanging in the hallways and being treated right there it wasn’t nice at all.

Brockton Hospital took me in fast and treaded me fast, I had no wait at all, and the nurses were nice. The doctor was an Ass and didn’t even care to listen to me. The room they put me in was a supply room filled with junk and not the right room to have a patient in. I wasn’t happy.


Good Samaritan Medical Center 

is the place where it all starts, we had many experiences here.

My Husband had surgery here back in 2006 -2008 not sure when and everything was fine he was sent home. A couple of weeks later he came back to the hospital with internal bleeding because of the surgery. I guess something was wrong and he started to bleed. he was hospitalized again for 7 days. They didn’t do anything besides keep him on antibiotics and monitor him, but the bleeding did stop, and he was good after that.

I came to the ER back in March of 2013 with pain in my right calf. I waited for about 4 hours to be seen. After waiting for all those hours, I was told by the nurse I didn’t need to see a doctor because I was young and strong and all I had was a pinched nerve on my back.
Because I love to read and be very informed at all times, I had already read all about my pain and what it could be, and what test should be done to find out what it was. So, I told her very patiently that I wanted an ultrasound of my legs and she argued with me that I didn’t need one.
At this point I was very angry and told her, I had all rights to get one. I demanded one and she finally asked the ultrasound people to come.  This nurse then disappeared I didn’t see that nurse again for the rest of the time I was there.

When the ultrasound tech got to my ER room, they asked why I demanded an ultrasound I said because I educated myself and all the symptoms were pointing to a Blood Clot and not a pinched nerve. So, they did the Ultrasound, and Bam. There it was I had a DVT (deep vein thrombosis) behind my knees. If I had listened to that nurse, I could have died that night. Thank God I didn’t. I was admitted immediately. That same day I found out I was a factor 2 carrier. The doctor that took care of me when I was admitted she was the worst doctor ever, she was so rude. 2 days after being treated for a DVT she sent me home, and even though I complained I couldn’t breathe and had chest pain she didn’t even care to check if I had a pulmonary embolism.

When I left the hospital and got home, I was back the next day because I almost died of a PE (Pulmonary Embolism) Thanks to the lovely doctor that discharged me before I was ready to go home. Besides the ER wait, the nurse at the ER and the Rude Doctor that took care of me. Everything else was great, the people, the food, the beds, the cleanliness, everything. With this experience, I was scared to ever come back to Good Samaritan Medical Center ever again. I always do though because if you compare all the hospitals around Good Sam is still the best one. Plus, they have all my records. So, this year once again I needed to visit the ER and be hospitalized. My experience was much different. Still had the bad times but I also had my good times. 🙂

I was sent to the Hospital by my doctor. My PCP. She had requested me to be admitted. I sat at the ER from 7pm till 7am the next day waiting all that time, they finally called me in and when they did the doctor comes in and tells me there’s nothing, he can do for me, and he was sending me home. LOL a joke, right?

I called my PCP right away and I said either you fight this one or I will, and things will not be pretty. So, he did, and I was admitted…..I came up to the Floor, the 1st doctor that saw me didn’t give too much attention to me and didn’t care much about my problems. The nurses were very nice. Late that night my roommate decided she wanted to kill me and said she was going to throw things at me, and she didn’t want to see or hear me. Hahahahah

So, the nurses had to move me immediately to a different room. The next morning, I had the best doctor his name is Dr. Spiegel what a nice Guy. Talked to me like I was a human I liked that. Even though he said there is nothing more he can do for me, and they are sending me home. He still said it and explained it so nicely that it made me understand it. It was calmed instead of freaking me out and making me nervous. The nurses I had on this side are just amazing as well, Heather the pregnant lady is such a sweetheart, Steph is great too, Ashley the girl they made her sit in my room with me, nice person to talk to I actually never talked to anyone that much kind of cool. I liked her from the start.  And all the other ones 🙂 I just wish I didn’t have to go home without a cure to my situation other than that I’m ok with this visit 🙂

Oh not to mention the Portuguese bread it’s so delicious yummy 🙂


{ A Silent } Killer – True Story #BloodClot

This might be a very long post. Some of you might not even read it all the way. I’m still going to post it as is. A lot of people that will stumble upon my blog don’t know, I’m a survivor of a Deep venous thrombosis on my right leg and a pulmonary embolism. I also carry a mutation called G20210A and we consider it a silent killer. The reason is that it hits you unannounced and it can kill you very quickly. Some of us are very lucky and Blessed to have the opportunity and chance to survive.  Unfortunately, a lot of us do pass this on to our children like I did, and I don’t know about everyone but for me, it’s very painful. As I read Kim and Angela’s story. I had tears in my eyes and I asked her to share it with everyone on here and she gave me permission to share it. Everything written below is her own words all credits and copyrights are Kimberly Hennings


Kimberly Hennings’ story

Kimberly Hennings of Colorado shares her and her sister’s story of pulmonary embolism. Kim developed multiple PEs post-surgery in November 2007. She later found out she carries prothrombin G20210A genetic thrombophilia, as do all of her family members except her mother. Tragically, her sister Angela died of PE at age 40 in July 2008. Angela had no other factors to attribute to developing a DVT in her right knee, which progressed quickly into a single PE, causing her death. Angela had not yet had thrombophilia testing since her insurance company denied coverage for the testing. When she developed breathing problems, they were attributed to severe allergies and asthma. Her diagnosis of PE was missed until it was too late.
In July 2007, I was living as most mothers of young children do. I followed the daily routine of long workdays to financially provide for my family, lost in the rush of seemingly endless soccer practices, band recitals, doctor’s appointments, and evening college courses. In the early morning hours of July 13, 2007, events occurred that set in motion an entire year of turmoil for me and my family. In the early dawn of that day, I was awakened with acute abdominal pain. I could barely manage to speak loudly enough to wake my husband, who was asleep right next to me. I was rushed to the emergency room via ambulance. After an MRI was performed, the attending emergency room physician stated I had suffered a partially impacted bowel that tore and while he expected it to heal, the MRI revealed something far more alarming. I had a rather large “mass” on my liver. I underwent a battery of further testing. Months of CT scans, more MRIs, and many blood tests. It was determined that my liver was beginning to fail. I was in constant pain which radiated over my collarbone and down my back. I was sent to the liver transplant department at University Hospital for serious surgery, and removal of the tumor as well as my gallbladder.

On November 14, 2007, I underwent liver resection surgery. The tumor was so large (about the size of a softball); they had to remove approximately 65 percent of my liver along with it. It contained a “parasitic blood supply” which meant it was stealing blood away from my liver, causing it to go into early failure. As soon as I woke up in the recovery room, I felt stabbing, debilitating pain under my right collarbone. I immediately told the nurse that something was wrong. I was having difficulty breathing, and all the pain medication in the world was not alleviating it. Throughout the rest of my stay there, the pain intensified, and my oxygen levels continued to drop. Regardless, I was discharged on 70 percent oxygen levels and sent home with an oxygen tank. We were told by the surgeon, “If she can walk, she can go home.” and that my breathing problems were probably a result of my asthma, although I had no presence of wheezing.

I will never understand how I survived the 75-mile trip home, or how I ever made it through that one night at home. I slept on the recliner, my abdomen covered in layers of staples, stitches, and bandages. I remember how little I slept, waking myself with startled gasps for air. When we called the surgeon’s office, we were merely told to increase the oxygen output, and that everything would “resolve itself”. It was my husband that took notice…a man with no medical background…but he has often said he “felt it in his gut” that something was seriously wrong with me. I even tried to argue with him that “I’m fine.

Quit worrying.” But, as usual, he would not take “No” for an answer. He wanted me to go to the ER; I bartered for the doctor’s office. When our PCP told me he was sending me to the ER on Thanksgiving Eve (less than 24 hours after my initial discharge), my husband never said “I told you so.” I started gasping for air in the car on the way across town…and he begged me to hang on. By the time we got to the ER, I collapsed, and they put me in a wheelchair. I will never forget the feeling of my (then) 3-year-old daughter grasping my hand with her tiny fingers…being so careful not to touch the IVs…and saying, “Mommy, please don’t leave me.”
The CT scan completed in the ER revealed 6 PEs had embedded into both my lungs. I was admitted immediately to critical condition. An ultrasound revealed a DVT in my left femoral vein. I remember one of the doctors called it “the mother ship”.
I remember overhearing the doctor speak to my husband outside the door of my hospital room that first night there. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hennings, you cannot stay with her tonight. Her condition is incredibly serious and I realize you want to be here with her, but if something happens, I need all the room I can manage for my staff and the equipment to save her. If anything changes, we will call you.”

I sat up for days in such excruciating pain as the PEs dug deeper into my lungs. They tried to give me morphine, but honestly, I wound up telling them to stop the morphine…because it wasn’t touching the pain I was in. My lungs would spasm and at times my breathing was reduced to tiny, shallow inhalations because breathing in much more brought the pain back again with a vengeance. I also developed a pleural effusion around one of the larger PEs in the base of my right lung. I still had residual pain up to four months afterward. I have never felt such intense pain in my entire life…and I have had an ectopic pregnancy that ruptured in 3 places…the pain from the PEs was worse than that.
Fortunately, I healed well over the next six months. I was on anticoagulation therapy and a follow-up CT scan surprisingly revealed that all the clots were gone. All that remained was scar tissue in my lungs where some of the larger clots had been.

Genetic blood tests conducted while in the hospital revealed that I am a heterozygous carrier of the prothrombin G20210A mutation (also known as Prothrombin Factor II) thrombophilia. I was adamant with my family; my mother, father, brother, and sister, to get genetic testing. My mother tested negative. My brother and father are both positive. My sister, Angela, found herself in a tug-of-war battle trying to get her insurance company to pay for the testing. They consistently denied her claims even though she gave them the results of my blood work. My sister had not had any surgery, nor had she been on a long airline flight, and had not recently had a pregnancy or given birth. She was a mother much like me; living her life, providing for her family, and enjoying being a wife and mother.

Angela was here with us one day, and tragically, gone in the blink of an eye the next.

On July 5, 2008, Angela was battling allergy season in New Hampshire. She collapsed on the floor of her living room, regained consciousness for a short time, and then her heart simply stopped in the ambulance as it reached the parking lot of the hospital.
My brother-in-law still kicks himself for not being able to “see” what was wrong with Angela. Since she was having severe allergy problems, her breathing difficulty was attributed to that. I’ve tried to remind him many times that my symptoms were also “cast off” as problems with my asthma, even though I had no presence of wheezing and did not have any problems breathing before surgery. I try to emphasize that one of the top liver transplant surgeons in the United States MISSED my symptoms completely, discharging me with 70 percent O2 levels and an oxygen tank.
That does not alleviate the pain of losing your beloved wife of 16 years and it certainly brings no comfort to the five children she left behind. Her eldest was serving in the U.S. Navy in Iraq at the time of his mother’s death, and her second son was ready to celebrate the 1st birthday of his own son (Angela’s first grandchild). Now, her 3 daughters, ages 14, 11, and 4 have to learn to live anew without their mother. It shakes me to the very core of my being realizing that my nieces will not have her there for their first date, their prom, graduation, or wedding. The youngest won’t even have her mommy there for her very first day of school; something that raced through my mind in those moments when my own daughter grasped my fingers so gingerly that night in the ER and begged me to stay with her.

Our fears now shift to our children, and the terrifying concern that we have passed this silent killer on to them. I recall how difficult it was for us to have our daughter; never knowing at the time that the recurring miscarriages were caused by my blood disorder. I am determined, like a mother lion, to not allow this silent stalker of thrombophilia to steal my daughter away from me…it has already cost me far too much in taking my beloved sister

________ Kimberly 

In Memory of Angela


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This is My #fight


1 year and 6 months

Wow it seems like forever that I’ve been out of work and at home suffering, and it’s only been one year and 6 months.
The pain and agony of having a #clot , dealing with it, #surviving it, and moving on beyond it, is not just for anyone.
I’ll tell you something when I first found out I had a DVT (deep venous thrombosis) I was in such a deep pain and when I saw doctors and they told me it would only take about 6 months for me to heal from it I thought ” Hey not too bad. “

Was I wrong and I guess so was all the doctors I saw, because its ben past the 6 months and I’m still in a lot of pain.
Not only on my right let (that’s where I had the DVT) but also chest pain and shortness of breath due to the pulmonary embolism that I also had at the same time. The fact my life depends on taking pills (Coumadin) for Life sucks. The reason I can’t eat a salad. 😦
The reason today if I walk more than 5 minutes I have to stop and rest because I’m in too much pain. My Leg hurts so much it’s unbelievable. I get angry, I cry, I feel depressed. It’s a horrible feeling. I was so scared of eating anything that was rich in vitamin K I stayed away from it all. Till the day I read a person post that she eats a bowl of greens every day and she had the medicine adjust to that and not the other way around.

Meaning not herself adjusting to the meds.

I thought that was so interesting, I thought to myself should I try to do that? Maybe I can add a bow of salad to my daily diet and see
how that goes for a week or two and maybe I’ll even lose some weight since I have to shred some pounds anyways.
Well, I guess not everything works for everyone and some people have their illness a little more elevated than others.

I had 2 (two) bowls of salads and my normal INR count is to be between 2-3 it dropped to a VERY dangerous 1.0 and I got put on
Lovenox which I had to inject myself with a needle on my belly 2x a day plus my coumadin dose when from 10mg to 20mg and the doctor was not happy with me LOL. It took her effort plus mine of injection and medication for 3 weeks straight to get my levels up again to a 2.0 and I was in a danger zone of developing a new clot.

I have a blood disorder called Factor II (20210) that causes me to have a higher risk than a normal person to develop a clot so it’s
very important for my levels to always be between 2-3. Plus being obese and sedentary doesn’t help. 😦

Now what is a person to do? you can’t eat a bowl of salad? or any greens. Can’t exercise due to pain, but need to lose weight?
I’m lost out of ideas… I tried not eating, that doesn’t work :-/
I need to come out with a plan. I don’t know what to do. If you have any idea and care to share, please do. Thanks 🙂


For some of you that don’t know I’m 35 years old, had 3 children and never had any problem with my pregnancies but I had a clot on my right leg back in March of 2013 and a pulmonary embolism.
I was also diagnosed at the same time with a blood disorder called Factor II. My mother is also a carrier of factor II and my father had the same problem, I only found out after I got the clot (my father has been deceased for 23 years) as I looked a little deeper into our family history, I found out my older stepsister also has the same. I was told by my doctor to have my kids checked even though they are boys for precaution, the highest risks are for women due to pregnancy, but males can have some severe problems as well like my father did. I did have my boys checked and they are all positive.  Besides that, I have what they want to call Fibromyalgia, Achalasia and 2 small meningioma in my brains that causes severe Migraines that drives me crazy. Can you relate in anyway? or have any advice? Please comment. 🙂 Thanks, and God Bless!!!

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Naked Shower :o #challenge

Or should I say Public Bath??? Hahahahahah  

imageYes I know it’s for a great cause but if you ask me.  Would I dump a bucket of ice water on my head?

I would say no.. Now I have to be honest did I let my kids do it? Yes

My kids are 14, 15 and 16 years old they got challenged by a friend and family and they wanted to do it so they did it.. But I was talking their ears off.

To me the point is not dumping a bucket of ice water on your head and not making a donation. The point of the challenge is to get people to “Donate”


Now this challenge like every other that goes around the internet starts right and ends up being stupid because people take it out of control. #icebucketchallenge was for people to do the challenge and make a donation. Hey if you can’t donate $100 donate $5 I’m sure if 10000 people donate $5 they will have a better outcome than 10000 people just waisting water on their heads.

Again this is just my opinion. I’m sure they had great outcome from the challenge people making some generous donations but to all those people just dumping water on their heads to be stupid it’s ridiculous.

Yes we do laugh at some of the videos we see And get amused but I have also seen some videos of people being seriously hurt and it’s not going to be long we will hear of people dying from doing this. I would think twice before you go out there and do something stupid.


 according to the ALS organization site 

ALS is responsible for nearly two deaths per hundred thousand population annually.
Approximately 5,600 people in the U.S. are diagnosed with ALS each year.

Americans may have the disease at any given time.
About twenty percent of people with ALS live five years or more and up to ten percent will survive more than ten years and five percent will live 20 years. There are people in whom ALS has stopped progressing and a small number of people in whom the symptoms of ALS reversed.
ALS can strike anyone.

( info taken out of the site please read it for more information )



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Once again not trying to offend anyone just my opinion.

I rather donate than waste 🙂 xoxo