How innocent conversations...we'll call it "pillow talk" between Mr B & Mrs B. Many times after seeing cable news we have conversations about USA government and politics. And, then yesterday was a day of confronting fears and addressing "issues" whatever they may be. For me it was going to two appointments. First one my dental appointment. Another post chemo issue. Embarrassing oh so embarrassing....the protocol used in fighting my battle with cancer were very strong. End result - my lower teeth fell out. Lately I knew I had to deal with it. Infections and swelling in my mouth were too much to deal with and in all reality threatened my health.
So like a good "kid" I went and dealt with it. I knew they had to come out. I could not risk an infection any more. Yes, the doctor agreed. Amazing how technology has improved. No more hands in my mouth, or goop in a tray or biting down when the X-ray was done. Sighhhhhh amazing. I stood, held the handles of the machine and the machine went around my head!!!
Waiting now for the oral surgery clinic in Edmonton to get back to us with financial details. And, then making the appointment to get it done. Knock me out and when I wake up, the teeth have all been removed. Smiles. I can deal with this.
Second appointment. The eye doctor. I was concerned that my cataracts had returned. Dry eyes. A fleeting fly (they call them "floaters"). LOL Trust me - oh trust me - a replacement/implant of a new "lense" in your eyes is NOT FUN! When I had it done, it was with me WIDE WIDE awake and this thingy holding my eye lid open - only a relaxer to "calm" me. Egads. I went thru two of them. And, this was my most dreaded fear.
Result: The implants are good, strong and not damaged. Yup a floater there. My eye glass prescription was exactly the same. All good. Oh let's talk about relief. Smiles.
So this was a day of facing my fears. Mr B agreed to make an eye appointment for the next week and agreed that he should move to the new medical office that I will be going to on Thursday.
Conversations about every day life things. Things that we should be on agreement and be pro-active in making sure we are both healthy and making sure we stay healthy.
I am a feisty mature woman. One that fights for what is right. Declaring that when we encounter bad service, issues with the medical field, we need to speak up and not accept the status quo that so many professional people fall into. A doctor who destroyed my medical records without my permission! My husband realized when one person in the same clinic performs less then adequate, is that persuasive with that clinic, the staff, etc. Time to change. I was going to start with a new clinic and a new physician. Prudent for my husband too. And he suggested we both should have the same clinic! Amen. Hallelujah.
With that resolved....more conversation drifted to when did I become enlightened with politics and activism. Yes, I marched in the 90's for women's rights. Those were the days, my friends. LOL The shy, quiet woman from Iowa did fight for my family, for my beliefs. I had never marched before in my life. But I was one among over 700,000 people - men and women in Washington DC.
I am a fierce Mama Bear. No one - hear me NO ONE harms my daughter. Long story. Fighting the battle of a stalker going after my daughter made me ever more fierce. It's about realizing you do have power. You may not think so but you do. If you turn your back and do nothing, you give the offender no matter who that is, the power. One person does make a difference. And, that was my defining moment.
Being an advocate for improving the laws, making the lawmakers aware, staying visible so they hear you and eventually "get it"....you do make a difference. I faced my fears this week. And found out I still am a fighter, an activist, and advocate. Now I am a voice for the elderly, for the disabled and for women of all ages and cultures. Feisty American who immigrated to Canada and still has a "voice" - a force to be reckoned with - we each have the ability, the power to create change. To impact the outcome of what we find reprehensible. Everyone puts their pants on the same way - one leg at a time. No one is superior over another. We all are accountable for our actions and decisions. If my complaints to a clinic, a doctor, a provider and not listened to and resolved in a timely satisfactory manner....then I remove myself. I choose to not be a part of incompetence, arrogance and ignorance.
So yes I still have my voice. I may not be able to stand and march, but my motorized chair will get me where I need to go and my voice will be heard. YOU do have the power to make change happen via voting, via speaking out, by supporting those that have like values.
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