Shy Lover Express the volume of my love? My dear, I cannot wait, for I have pined for these long years just to elucidate how my pulse rate elevates when you enter the room. I’ve kept love in a reservoir, here in passion’s womb, but now it’s time for it to swell and burst the […]Shy Lover — lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
While I am still able, I want to send a message to those I leave behind. No matter what happens in your life, never give up, never admit defeat, keep up the good fight, because life is the best gift you will ever receive. Love it, hang on to it and cherish it.
When I was 23 years old in June 1964, I had a car wreck and ended up with a compression fracture of my spine at T-12 and L-1.
Sisu is a Finnish concept described as stoic determination, tenacity of purpose, grit, bravery, resilience, and hardiness and is held by Finns themselves to express their national character. It is generally considered not to have a literal equivalent in English.
I am happy and proud to be 97% Finnish.
I spent three months in the Sioux Valley Hospital on a Stryker frame. My right leg did not move for over 2 months. Thankfully Physical Therapy workers continued to work with me in spite of my resistance and wanting to quit. They prodded me on forward when I didn’t have the courage to do it myself.
The Stryker Frame was designed so the patient could be turned every four hours.
Dr. Robert Van Demark took bone from my hips and fused it into my lower back a month before I was released from the hospital. I wore a full body cast for eight months. It went from my hips to the armpits. I was afraid it might start getting a little bit nasty underneath so I devised a way to use two coat hangers, I would slide them up inside of the cast, then hook a clean t-shirt on and pull it down into the cast. I had lost considerable weight by that time. I never had any problems developing insects or worms underneath that plaster shell.
I got out of the Sioux Valley Hospital in October and then spent a year with the Wayrynens recuperating. I tried selling insurance and a few other jobs before I went back on Highway Construction and started bouncing around in a truck again.
I got married to Rose Marie in 1970. One simple ‘I do’ turned me into a husband, father of four daughters, and grandfather to a newborn baby boy. I was driving a truck in Arizona in 1970. One night driving with the window open, cool air on my arm felt like needles hitting it. It wasn’t long after that I could not tell hot from cold with my left hand. Paralysis started on my left side at that time. By 1985 I was completely numb on my left side from my waistline to the top of my head. A straight line just like the Joker has. I was not diagnosed with Syringomyelia until 1985. I was going to the Veterans’ Hospital in Sioux Falls. The neurology doctor had no idea what was wrong with me. He felt sure it was some type of stroke.
The Lord does work in mysterious ways, a young lady intern who had just learned about SM was in his office that day. She told the doctor she thought I may have Syringomyelia, ‘he had never heard of it.’ The next week I was in the VA Hospital in Minneapolis having a drainpipe put in my spinal cord. At that time when I sneezed or coughed it shot pain to the top of my head, so I would almost pass out. The left side of my tongue was even numb, so I was biting my tongue when I ate. They put a small drain in my spinal cord that moved the fluid to the outside of the cord but still in the spinal column. I am very thankful the pain from sneezing and coughing disappeared after the shunt was put in and also, I quit biting my tongue. If that young lady had not been in the office that day I no doubt would have gone to be with the Lord many years ago.
In 1985 after the first surgery on my back, I started having problems with my left shoulder. The head of the humerus bone dissolved between the months of October and November of 1985. One month the bone was solid, the next month it was gone. I have lived since 1985 with no joint on my left shoulder. I continued to use it as much as I could, even carrying firewood into the house with it without having the arm connected to the socket. The neurology Specialists told me shortly after the shoulder went bad it could not be replaced because they were sure it would never heal right. So, I told them I think we better just leave it alone. Pain has always ridden shotgun with me.
In 2000 when I had cervical spine surgery on my neck. My whiskers grew to the point they became intolerable, so I just let them grow. I had to wear a stiff neck collar for 7 months. They cut a vertebra in half and took it out. Then used a Roto-Rooter tool to clean around the spinal cord. After they got done with that, they used bone bank parts to hold it all in place.
They put a steel plate on the front of my neck to hold my head-on. It has six screws in it. I got sent home three days after that surgery. My throat was still raw from the breathing tube I drank water until I washed all the sodium out of my system. I ended up in the hospital again having seizures from the low sodium level. A few years later I had another low sodium level that put me in intensive care. I had to go to a nursing home and learn to walk again after that episode.
My wife passed away in 2019. so I lived at home alone in my apartment for 2 years. Another shunt was put in a couple years ago, it was supposed to be as an outpatient. They were going to drill a hole and put another drain tube in my cervical spine. Evidently the hole got drilled too deep or something. I had to lay flat on my back for 2 days and then went back to a nursing home for another month’s stay.
It does appear like my whole life has been spent in physical therapy departments. This year not too long before Christmas I fell and broke some ribs on my left side which put me in the hospital for 10 days. I finally decided I cannot take care of myself, so now I reside at the Hendricks Nursing Home in Hendricks Minnesota. The people here are great, we should all thank the Lord for young people willing to do these jobs.
I can still walk a little with a walker. But the Lord is right there holding me up all the while. The neurology doctors can find no reason for me to still be walking, I will try to continue confusing them by walking from my room to the dining hall.
These doctors have never heard of Sisu!
God bless all of my Facebook and Blogging friends.
Love, Your old Finnish friend.
The Republican Party is deeply concerned about the immigration problems on the southern borders. They don’t seem to realize. Immigration problems are not a new thing in America.
Our basic training was at Lackland AFB.
Our military aircraft maintenance school was at Amarillo Air Force Base Texas on this airplane in 1958.
The F-104 aircraft was also stationed at Hamilton Field but in a different Squadron.
In 1960 Don got sent to Holland and I got sent to Misawa AB in Japan.
Misawa AB Japan
It is a true blessing to be young and healthy, to live without any devastating disease such as cancer or juvenile diabetes, and many other things that haunt all ages. We should protect that good health with everything available from attitude to exercise. One way might be to visit a home for the elderly on a regular basis. A mental picture is worth more than any amount of words.
We all take health for granted until something goes wrong with the body. We automatically say fine, when someone asks. “How are you doing, how are you feeling today? The automatic answer is fine, or good, when many times we are not. As we get older that happens more often, we have many more days that are not fine. We entertain thoughts like going, “To a land where joy will never end, I’ll fly away.”
Getting old should be a slow process, like walking into a cold lake, a little at a time, with no shock involved. As we do get older, there is some shock, as the body wears out, we start to think more about this in the tired and weaker last days. There is comfort in these words, “Just a few more weary days and then,” “I Will Fly Away.”
These are three characters from the Estensen Olson Hoel family tree.
You can learn about these people by going to the Facebook link below.
|Jacob Mathias Tax|
|Birthplace:||Freiberg, Chemnitz, Saxony, Germany|
|Death:||February 12, 1670 (39-40) |
Trondheim, Sør-Trøndelag, Norway
|Place of Burial:||Sør-Trøndelag, Norway|
|Immediate Family:||Son of “Mathias” Tax and N.N., wife to Mathias Tax |
Husband of Christine Hohendorf
Father of Brostrup Jacobsen Tax
Brother of Tobias Tax and Johan Georg Tax
|Occupation:||Direktør at kopperberk, direktør ved Kvikne kobberverk|
Christine Hohendorf (Hofendorf) Norwegian: Christine Hofendorf
|Also Known As:||“Horfendorf”, “Hogendorp”, “Hohendorff”, “Anne Richter Boghart”|
|Birthplace:||Hohendorf, Freiberg, Saxony, Germany|
|Death:||1675 (42-43) |
Vestrum, Ekne, Skogn, Levanger, Nord-Trøndelag, Norge (Norway)
|Place of Burial:||Inderøy, Nord-Trøndelag, Norge|
|Immediate Family:||Daughter of Henning Hohendorf and Elisabetha Sofie Anna Henningsdatter Götz Arnisaeus |
Wife of Jacob Mathias Tax and Christian Boghart Richter, I
Mother of Brostrup Jacobsen Tax; Christian Christiansen Richter, II; David Christianson Richter and Mette Cathrine Richter
Half sister of Henning Johannessen Irgens; Hans Henrich Irgens; Anna Catharina Johannesdatter Haaes; Christian Fredrich Irgens; Beate Elisabeth Johannesdatter Irgens and 15 others
|Managed by:||Jahn Edgar Michelsen|
|Last Updated:||August 28, 2021|
|Christian Boghart Richter, I Norwegian: Bergverksdirektør Christian Boghart Richter, I|
|Also Known As:||“Richter-familiens stamfar”|
|Birthplace:||Freiberg, Sachsen, Germany|
|Death:||1691 (60-61) |
Hernes, Frosta, Nord-Trøndelag, Norway
|Place of Burial:||Frosta, Nord-Trøndelag, Norway|
|Immediate Family:||Son of Bergskriver Christian Boghart Richter and Anne Richter |
Husband of Anne Hernes and Christine Hohendorf
Father of Anne Kristine Christiansdatter Richter; Andreas Christianson Richter; gullsmed Jørgen Christiansen Richter; Christian Christiansen Richter, II; David Christianson Richter and 1 other
Ole Estensen Hoel was my great-great-grandfather.