Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: hypokalemia

June 5, 2023

Giving up without letting go

My mind is weary.
My body aches.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
Things that seemed set in concrete
keep shifting.
People I love are gone
or going.

Even so,
The sun is gorgeous today.
The sky is brilliant blue
dancing with fluffy white clouds.
Birds sing their hearts out.
Children scream with glee
in the school yard.

It all happens so quickly —
this strange thing we call living
while dying.

During the last several weeks I’ve been seeing doctors about my health, including my diet. It turns out I’m part of the 2% population in the USA who have hypokalemia. The percentage does not count patients in hospitals, nursing homes, or other medical facilities where hypokalemia is common.

I have one more doctor to see in the next two weeks. By then I’m hoping to have a better grasp of what this means for my diet, my heart, and my kidneys. I’ve already begun to gain weight, so that I’m now back in the ‘normal’ category. I’m also delighted to be munching on nuts, seeds, and other welcome bits that are part of my new diet.

One more thing has weighed heavy on me these weeks. My remaining two sisters have serious health issues. They live at great distances from each other and from me. Sister #3, Diane, died of ALS after living with it for ten years. In some ways, she was my closest sister. I’ve decided to go back through journals I kept when we were able to be with each other.

Diane made a huge impact on my life. Especially when it came to dealing with approaching death. She was never one to be morose. She was, however, painfully honest from the beginning to the end. Now it’s my turn to deal with whatever is coming my way.

This morning I walked in our neighborhood. The birds were singing their hearts out.  The children on the school playground were screaming with joy. As for me, I was stunned at the bright blue beauty of the sky, and the number of songbirds I saw and heard. Call it food I didn’t have to prepare or measure out in pre-set proportions!

These are trying times for the entire globe. I pray you’re finding ways to do what you must, while also enjoying the surprises of each day and night.

Thanks for visiting and listening.
Elouise♥

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 5 June 2023
Photo taken by JERenich, Easter 1953; with thanks to Mother for making our Easter dresses.

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May 20, 2023

Crossings of No Return revisited

Well, I can’t say this was the most exciting week of my life. Nor is next week looking great. Not that there aren’t high points. Rather, it’s the other stuff that’s sitting there waiting for resolution of some kind.

These days, it’s all about food. Not what I’m eating, but what I’m not eating enough of. This past week I’ve been awash in information about how to get my potassium level up. Given my strange history with food, this isn’t a slam dunk.

Perhaps you already know about hypokalemia. I didn’t. Last week I saw my cardiologist. This coming week I see my kidney doctor. I’m hoping we can get on the same page, and that I can keep up with the challenge.

In the meantime, this poem from Without a Flight Plan caught my eye. I first published “Crossings of No Return” in April 2017. I don’t have any more answers today than I had back then. In fact, we seem to be spiraling out of control without any clear commitment to living differently on this aching planet. Not just as citizens, but as individuals dealing with unknown or unanticipated health and welfare issues.

Crossings of No Return

Crossings. . . .

The word resonates with finality
Hints of danger and uncertainty
Sorrow and desperation
Weary clothes and
Hungry faces

One foot in front of the other
Backs burdened with life’s necessities
Bodies and bellies heavy
With tomorrow’s children
Silently pleading

They say our world is disappearing
Melting and boiling away before our eyes
Erupting into a chaotic crisis
Unknown in modern times
Are we ready for this crossing?

Bottom line: Many of us face heart-wrenching sorrow and terrifying uncertainty in today’s world. It isn’t new. It’s in our faces. We can’t ignore it or pretend it will go away following our next election. Nor can we set ourselves apart in a ‘special’ category of human beings who for one reason or another are doing fine, just fine.

As for me, my own sense of security has been carried for decades on the backs of people who never asked to be treated as less than fully human beings. I used to think my family of origin was poor. It was not, all evidence to the contrary. It’s a bit like potassium. If I’m not getting enough of it, it’s because I’m turning my attention to other things–hoping against hope that I’ll make it through in spite of my blindness to reality.

Praying you’ll find small ways to make a difference in the lives of people around you. Not in big, bold ways, but in small ways–maybe half a banana?

Thanks for stopping by!
Elouise♥

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 May 2023
Photo found at morningchores.com

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