God of Growing Old

The choir sang a lovely song on Sunday, “God of Broken Hearts” by Zach Stachowski. It has an alto part which has a legato (slow) verse: “God…..of….broken…..dreams. Help in time of failure. Pick us up from trial and error…” It has been an earworm ever since….I wake in the middle of the night singing it. Yesterday was my Monday, and I checked my “stuff” as I got ready to leave the house: Notebook (brains). Check Continue reading

Epic Fail

My mother died the first time in 1969.  Having just received a steroid shot for a sore arm, she went into anaphylactic shock, and was rushed from the doctor’s office to the hospital by ambulance.  The ER crew worked  valiantly to save her.  She watched from the ceiling as they pounded on her chest, plied her lungs with oxygen and shot her full of adrenaline.  She noted a tunnel of light in a corner of Continue reading

Can anything good come from Nazareth?

Pastor Katlin made a poignant comparison today between our Gospel reading and the latest headlines.  Our reading came from the first chapter of John:   Nathanael said to him, “Can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Philip said to him, “Come and see.” This week, it was widely reported that Donald Trump, during a meeting to work out immigration policies at which it was proposed to cut the immigration lottery in half, and have the remaining Continue reading

Saturday Shivers

I gotta stop having these panicked Saturdays! Last week I was at work when I (and the rest of Hawaii) received a phone alert that a ballistic missile was enroute, and impact was expected within 15 minutes. “This is NOT a DRILL” said the missive. My (and the rest of Hawaii’s) heart rate climbed precipitously and stayed there until the “oops, that was an error” retraction appeared. A couple of days ago I received an Continue reading

They can’t take that away

Scan0028 The patient had a long list of medical problems, and was having another semi-crisis. I was at the bedside, guiding another urgent intervention.  The patient’s cognition had waxed and waned over the course of this stay, and earlier in the day  was clearly delusional. During the rapid-response, however, the patient suddenly became lucid and said “Stop. I’m done.  Jesus is calling me and it’s time for me to go home to God.”  The family concurred, and so we instituted comfort Continue reading

Just 10 Minutes Left

DH bought me a new keyboard for Christmas. This motivated me to re-organize all my old Fake (music) Books, most of which had come loose in their bindings and were just stacked in piles. In one of them I found a sheet of paper…and on it was a poem, obviously written to me by my son, Steve. He had recently split from a bad relationship, and had met another….and he was happy with his life. Continue reading

Block The Sun (Run)

297266_10150361734564539_1693517217_n My son Steve died April 3, 2017. He had found a suspicious mole 7 years earlier and had had it removed. It was melanoma. All lymph nodes and other tests for evidence of spread were negative. Six years later, it recurred as metatases in his brain, lungs, spine and neck. Treatments failed, and he succumbed to a complication of his treatment. Melanoma is the deadliest of skin cancers, and all it takes is one cell…..traveling Continue reading

Sound of Mom’s Dream

In 1993 George Winston and New Age music were all the rage. One night, I woke to the sound of music being played in Winston’s style, and peeked out my bedroom door to see who had left the radio on. Our son, Steve Hryniuk was at the piano, playing a song he had composed, but was too shy to play in public. He appropriately named the song “Sound of Mom’s Dream.” Here is the song, Continue reading

She’s come a long way, baby!

IMG_20170219_081729 She followed me home almost two years ago while I was out running. Lily was terrified of loud noises, skittish,hid in the garden under the tree for a week before she would allow us to come near her. She was especially terrified of David and of most men. This morning I shot this photo of her comfortably laying her head on David’s arm, looking at him adoringly. We’ve come a long way, baby

A night on the town….

Well, life in the fast lane continues here. DH met me at the door as I got home from work yesterday, and informed me we were going out to dinner. We drove to the metropolis of Papaaloa where we were lucky enough to get seats without a reservation at Papaaloa Country Store and Cafe He enjoyed his fish and chips while I dined on Pork-n-peas. All the while entertained by Java Jive Band, including our Continue reading

I’m mad as hell (part 3)

vroom DH lusted for a Corvette Stingray.  From the time we met (in 1974), he would ask at every birthday, Christmas, anniversary, Valentine’s Day….”Did you get me my Vette?”  When Autie died and left him a sizeable legacy, he made his dream come true, and bought the 2015 orange Vette in the featured pic. There is NO Chevy service department on Big Island, but he was assured that the local Toyota dealership was contracted to do Continue reading

I’m mad as hell (part 2)

IMG_20160430_181005 I am not now, nor have I ever been, a member of the American Medical Association. Yet, from the time I graduated from medical school in 1993, I have received a current copy of JAMA (Journal of the American Medical Association). I have never submitted an address change, yet the newest edition of the magazine duly appears in my mailbox whereever I go. As does the dues notice. At least yearly, and more recently, MONTHLY, Continue reading
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