Scarlet Moon

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About Scarlet Moon

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  • Birthday 10/30/1974

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  • Location Michigan
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  • Interests Lady snuck in for a head scratch and a snuggle while I was trying to snap a shot. Turned out so sweet I had to use it!

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  1. To new beginnings!

    Looking back at 2013. . . wow was it a doozy!! We had a lot going on with our family and I had quite a year from July to now. I had been busy as the summer began with landscaping and then in the blink of an eye, it all exploded! In May my BFF's dad had really started to take a turn for the worse and the week before Father's day, he was back in the hospital and it was touch and go for awhile. I just kept praying that he didn't pass that weekend. He didn't and while I heard he was doing better, what I didn't hear was when they planned to let him go home. It was always contingent on something or another so I had suspected he was either sicker than she could accept. Days turned into weeks and in mid July he passed. I had been busy doing heavy lifting outside and was not feeling well for awhile but assumed it was stress related and really didn't think much of it. That week in July was awful. The day after my friend's dad passed was my niece's birthday. And while there was excitement that she turned the big 10, it was also a difficult day as Lady, my beloved cockatiel had a stroke. I knew at that moment that he would be leaving me, but my family was not ready for it. We took him to the emergency vet and he had perked up a bit so I was advised to watch him and see. The next day he didn't eat and then he suffered a second stroke that night. The following morning, on Thursday the 18th my sister and I took him to the vet for the final time. It still breaks my heart to think about it. I had spent the night of the 17th with him on my chest, snuggled up in his favorite robe and said goodbye. He was with me for 24 years and I really wished I could have held him as he passed. Due to how they would have to put him to sleep, it was not possible. They usually gas birds for surgery so they gave Lady gas to put him to sleep then gave him an injection to stop his heart once he was sleeping under the gas. Taking him out so I could hold him would risk waking him up and could cause him pain in those final moments, so vets do not allow it. While it was awful and heartbreaking to have to take that final vet visit, in my heart I know it's what he wanted and that it was the right thing to do. He kept looking at me like "Why aren't you helping me?" And there was nothing I could do. He couldn't stand after the second stroke and all I could do was to give him peace. I loved him too much to let him linger or to face a cruel drawn out death. I came home from the vet and put myself together because my friend needed me. Her dad died. I won't deny my heartbreak but this was her dad. When I walked into the viewing room, she ran up to me and nestled into the crook of my neck and finally let go. As we sat on the couch and her hot tears fell onto my skin, I knew I was where I belonged. I had not planned to tell her about Lady until after the funeral but her fiancé asked about the feathered kids and once more tears fell. I know she was upset that I did not tell her, but I also know that she understood and would have done the same for me. I think on that day we both cried for ourselves, eachother, and then to just cry to cry. The following day I went to the funeral, wake and on the way home I saw puddles of water on the road. I walked in the door after a very long day. .and long week. . low and behold. . no power. I just sat on the couch and cried. It was unbelievable bad luck but I was grateful that the storm had not taken down another tree. The following few days I worked on prepping my yard for a delivery of glass mulch. I was schlepping dirt and doing hard physical work. It was therapeutic and kept my mind off of the past week. It was no surprise I was sore and tired--after all I had a week from hell and was grieving. I came in hurting and just exhausted. I had moved about 400lbs of dirt that day so I really thought I needed a hot shower and to lay down for a bit. I was watching a movie and all of the sudden I started to shiver. I knew that that meant but I was too cold to move so once the rigors stopped, I forced myself to take my temp and it was over 102. I took a few aspirin, called my mom and sister. Told them I had a fever but it was 9pm. I'm taking Tylenol and will go to the ER in the morning. No point in going at this hour when I know I'll be admitted and they won't have a room anyway. It was a great plan until I sweat through several shirts and my fever spiked almost 2 degrees within an hour. Not surprisingly, I quickly changed my mind and went to the ER knowing I was once again septic. After a week of tests and cultures etc, everything came back negative but I was still fighting a fever. It would break but still hover around 99. I was sent home. I was anxious to go home as my glass mulch had been delivered and I was anxious to finish my project. I went back to life as normal as possible and I got a phone call telling me to call the floor doctor. I was unable to contact him as was my family doctor. when I went in for my follow up with my GI I told him I still had this lingering fever and that the hospital called and said something finally turned up on the culture but the floor doctor told me he could not disclose what that was. Honestly, I tried to pull it from him. My GI sent me to ID. Got me in the next day I think. I saw the same doc I had seen in the hospital for ID. She flipped through the chart and was furious that they did not call her to tell her that the cultures were positive and not only were they positive, they were positive for acinteobacter. I think I might have spelled that wrong. . .but it's not a concern. What WAS a major concern was that I was very sick. Once more I was sent to the ER. This time with a note saying I was positive for acinteobacter and that I was to be place in quarantine. I spent another week in the hospital. This time they removed the port and we did the whole 9 yards again. I was one sick gal. When I came home, I had a message from Facebook from someone I dated years ago. I don't use facebook so I was really surprised to see this contact but I really had no reason to avoid it. I responded after a few days of thinking about it--I flat out asked him what he wanted. Turns out he's in the middle of a divorce and he wanted to start to get to know eachother again. Chris and I dated over 20 years ago and the last time I saw him, he and his wife were having difficulties. They were separated but had kids so they worked it out for the boys. Since then, they added a daughter to their family and a lot of resentment. He has full custody of the kids and we have been dating since September. The divorce will be finalized in a few weeks and for now we're taking it slow. There's a long way to go before meeting the kids or remeeting the family. . .. If you asked me 22 years ago I would have laughed at the thought of us being more than we were. But now it just feels normal and right when we're together. Like we've been together 22 years. Very odd and welcome. I'm anxious to see where the new year will take us but am enjoying the ride. I also found out that there was still an energy credit for windows for 2013. Extended through 2013, actually. I had planned to replace the windows this spring but things fell into place and that is happening now. I had my patio door and entry door replaced yesterday. The new windows come next week. I'm really excited for those to come in. My windows are the original 40 year old windows. They're all being replaced with highly energy efficient windows. The house will have a completely different look with the casements verses the single hung and sliding windows. And be warmer. A lot warmer. Grandma just went back to Florida yesterday. I won't go into that cuz it's a very long story. It's been a very busy year. As I bid 2013 adieu, I raise a toast to the new year and look forward to a year of new beginnings. Happy healthy new year to all.
  2. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014.

    1. Trekkie Monster

      Trekkie Monster

      Thanks Scarlett! Same to you. I hope you had a great Christmas holiday too. :)

  3. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014.

  4. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014.

  5. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014.

  6. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014.

  7. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014. Peace and light

  8. wishing everyone a healthy and happy 2014. Peace and light

    1. loisw


      Same to you and your family........and Sasha too.

  9. Happy Birthday Scarlett. Hope you have a great day. :)

  10. Clean here too. Malwarebytes and Norton fan. But since I joined I have to run a spyware scan after visiting this site.  It causes my computer to freeze.not a problem on the Kindle--but my laptop is often infected with spyware after signing in here. 
  11. Purple spot on stoma

    Sometimes they can bruise and look purply and swollen, but it could also be a sign of other issues so you want to show it to the surgeon.  Also note if it starts to smell funny.  I did have the outer part of a stoma die off and it looked like a black plum.  If it starts to look plum like, get to an ER.
  12. death and compassion

    It seems like the past two weeks all I have heard has been sad news. Needless to say, Sue is on my mind. She was very open and knew she had limited time left on Earth and I think while you know that is true, you don't realize how quickly time passes. We get wrapped up in our own lives--either dealing with the day to day, or our own issues--and before you know it those that we love and care about slip from us. A very close friend's father has been slipping for the past year or so. Last week he was back in the hospital with the same elusive symptoms. Many tests have been run and it sounds like they have a treatment plan or a plan of action, but I have my doubts. There have been treatment plans made and changed and I think there's so much hope that this will "fix" him, that denial has crept in. They did give him a feeding tube and being able to get proper nutriton may help, but my heart tells me otherwise. I hope my heart is wrong. Last week, my great uncle passed. It was truly a blessing. He had been in Hospice for nearly 3 years and he suffered. He looked like he was in pain the last two times I saw him. . . I think the last time was a year ago or so. Yesterday they had the viewing, memorial service, military honors and then dinner. It was a long day. The service was nice and my aunt seems o.k. She's 94 I think, and my grandma's sister. She looked so frail and I know her heart is bleeding and will for awhile. They were married for 65 years and attached at the hip. It's one thing to know that he's dying, but because he was still at home, he was still part of the family--and there. Now that his physical presence is gone it's hitting her hard. The service was nice, and I was sitting one row behind my aunt and one seat to the left. I kept an eye on her for much of the service. Her whole body shook with silent sobs and it broke my heart. I wept for her and her loss. Yes, she had 3 years to say her good-byes, but time slips by. It becomes normal for him to be physically there and occasionally respond. Life changes and while you know that time is slipping by, it's hard to acknowledge that when someone is physically there and unresponsiveness is normal. There wasn't a dry eye when the Marines gave their tribute. My dad broke down--started to sob. I've never seen my dad cry like that. I didn't want to draw attention to it. I was sitting between him and my mom and I just reached over and held his hand. He squeezed me and it was an unspoken moment. That made me cry more. My dad had a massive heart attack 4 years ago--on my birthday of all days. Worse birthday I've ever had, but he's still here so it was the best gift I could have been given. I don't know if it was the situation or realizing that we could have been watching his military tribute. To be honest, it doesn't matter. We just sobbed and shared a special connection. As they played Taps, I don't think there was a dry eye among us. When the Marine gave my aunt the flag, she was a little hesitant to take it. He was young, 25ish. No older than 30. When she reached out to take the flag, he gave the standard speech then slid it between her hands and held her hands for a few seconds as he kinda placed them on the flag and whipsered to her that God blessed her with a beautiful family and with her permission he would like to pray for her and her family. It was a genuine act of compassion and very touching to see that amount of compassion for a stranger. My aunt is very religious and I know that small act of compassion meant the world to her and at that moment it was exactly what she needed. Truthfully, she won't remember most of yesterday. It was overwhelming and will be a blur. She probably won't remember the Marine's face or his compassionate words. I doubt they were meant to be remembered or even heard by anyone else--but they were and for a moment all of the sad news of the past two weeks slipped away and I couldn't help but to feel renewed faith in humanity. Then in a blink, my Reiki training kicked in and I felt the overwhelming emotions in the room. As an emotional empath I feel the emotions of others and it drains me. I have to put up a protective sphere of white light for protection in highly emotional situations and I was surprised that it broke. I was even more surprised by what I felt. Yes, there was a sense of loss, but there was so much more love that it shocked me. It wasn't the love of the Universe or the universal life energy or God to some people; it was a different type of love. When you connect to the Universe, the love is an overwhelming sensation but it is unique because it feels as if your body is melting and becoming one with the energy around it. The sensation of a physical body ceases to exist, you feel love and peace, then you see and feel the energy in everything and understand how we're all just a brushstroke in a painting. Yes, if you look close enough you could identify it, but in reality it is essential to the rest of the painting and it melts into the picture. This wasn't that kind of love or feeling. It was as if it were being showered on me and erasing the sorrow. For a brief moment I saw Uncle Frank smile and heard his laugh. I thanked him and felt his spirit join us as we saw his physical body for the last time. As we filed out of the room, I couldn't help but to smile. Great grandbabies far too young to understand death were being packed up to go to the restaurant. Uncle Frank does have a beautiful family and his legacy lives on.
  13. When will I be able to enjoy food again

    You're fresh out of surgery!  Right now your body is busy healing and your colon will continue to heal and adapt as the stoma settles in.  It takes about a year for your body to fully recover.  You may feel fine, but your body has a lot of healing to do.  Keep trying.  If you can't enjoy peas today, try them again in a few weeks. 
  14. Easter Theme Now Activated

    This is so cute!  I love the little bears peeking out.
  15. Hi Everyone

    Hi and welcome!  I have to agree with Alice, this place is awesome and one of a kind.  Never found a site where the people really do care about you and your well being as much as they do here.  I've made a lot of close friends here.    Welcome and ask any questions you may have.