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Fabulous Facts about My Daughter

March 27, 2023 By Elaine Ambrose

After more than four decades of watching and knowing my daughter, I continue to appreciate her strengths and talents. We’re alike because we love to travel and enjoy making people laugh. We’re different because she’s more empathetic and doesn’t need a public microphone. Here are some interesting facts about her.

1.  She is a resilient maverick. After 22 hours of labor, she emerged between metal forceps as the doctor braced his foot against the bed and pulled. She weighed almost 10 pounds and was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit with an Apgar Score of 3. That’s when I knew all the pleasant birth and parenting videos were wrong. I finally got to see and hold her 12 hours later. For the next few months, I woke to touch her every few hours to make sure she was breathing.

2.  She is precocious. We loved to read books together, and she memorized more than 20 nursery rhymes by the age of two. I know that’s true because I wrote about it in my journal. She’s still an avid reader.

3. She is adaptable. She had six bedrooms in two states by the time she was six. The photo in the rocking chair was taken when we lived at Sand Springs Ranch on the edge of a canyon overlooking the Snake River. We were forced to move, I was seven months pregnant, and she became my dependable helper.

4.  She is organized. We created and hosted wellness retreats for women at mountain cabins in Central Idaho. She taught yoga, made healthy meals, and guided the groups on hiking excursions to hidden hot springs. She created crafts for the participants and led inspirational workshops. She also taught me how to set up a website and establish social media accounts. Now she plans workshops, retreats, a podcast, events, and goat yoga.

5.  She is healthy. She owned the Stroller Strides franchise and helped young mothers exercise with their babies. She opened a private gym and tailored classes to all ages of women. We jogged in the 5K Women’s Fitness Challenge in Boise. I was one of the last people at the end of the race, but I finished.

6. She loves the arts. We saw Broadway musicals in London, New York, Chicago, and San Francisco. She starred in a play in high school and later at a community theatre in Hawaii. She also won a writing award from the Idaho Writers Guild and helped translate one of my children’s books.

7.  She loves to travel. We traveled to Europe twice and visited France, Italy, Germany, and Spain. We enjoyed excursions when she studied for a year in Guanajuato, Mexico. We traveled with my mother on an 11-day train trip across Canada from Toronto to Vancouver. (We decided three days would have been sufficient.)

8.  She’s funny and has an amazing sense of humor. As a child, she could make me laugh at her stories, antics, and imitations.

9.  She is ready for adventure. She visited Hawaii after college graduation and decided to stay. She taught at the Waldorf School on Maui and worked on a tourist boat. When I was 52, we hiked and backpacked for three days across the Haleakala Crater on Maui, Hawaii. I was ready to quit and go live in the forest, but she encouraged me to keep going. So, I did. She returned to Idaho with her future husband and a sweet baby girl.

10. She speaks with authentic compassion. Her eulogy to my mother blended affection, humor, and inspiration to her memories of her beloved Grandma Sweetie.

One key fact about my daughter is that she is an incredible mother. She has two unique and precious daughters, and they are confident, talented girls. After my daughter had a baby with special needs, the medical professionals told her the baby wouldn’t be able to breastfeed. “Hold my beer” could have been her motto. She worked with the baby until she proved to the doctors that it could be done. Her dedication to her family is commendable.

If I could change anything about raising my daughter, it would be to reduce the long hours she spent in various childcare facilities. I worked full-time to pay the bills and establish my career, and there weren’t any job-sharing opportunities available. Those crucial years can’t be replaced. The bittersweet irony of motherhood is that we live more years without our children than with them. That’s another fact not explained in the parenting videos.

I love my daughter and wish her good health and happiness..

 

 

Filed Under: blog Tagged With: #health, adventure, career, childcare, daughters, family, Humor, parenting, travel

My Broken Heart

July 2, 2021 By Elaine Ambrose

 

Echocardiogram Machine

I had a heart attack during the night after giving a presentation at a writer’s retreat in Mexico. I didn’t want to go to a hospital in a foreign country, so I contacted the airlines and requested a wheelchair for the journey to Idaho. On the positive side, a wheelchair makes it a breeze to get through U.S. Customs and to be first onto the airplane.  Struggling for breath, I maneuvered my carry-on suitcase to the nearest chair and fell into it, panting for air. One thought repeated through my mind: Get home.

My favorite wheelchair pusher was in the Los Angeles airport. My guardian angel appeared disguised as a gregarious, Black woman named Diamond. She assisted me into the chair and eased my distress with funny stories as she negotiated the crowds. I finally could breathe without gasping and asked her if she had been a race car driver.

“Oh honey, no,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve been doing this for 30 years. You wouldn’t believe the people I have guided through these corridors. Lots of famous people. Are you famous?”

I smiled. “More like infamous,” I replied. I explained how I was returning from Todos Santos, Mexico after presenting a workshop at a writer’s retreat.

“I want to write a book!” she exclaimed as she careened around a corner to the gate. “I have tons of stories!”

I encouraged her to find free online writing courses, write every night, and compile her memories into short stories. As she pushed my chair down the ramp to the plane, she promised to send me a copy of her future book. I thanked Diamond and hoped I’d be alive to read it.

Taking My Breath Away
My breathing problems began months earlier. I ignored the loss of breath and low energy, believing the problems would go away. They didn’t. Finally, on May 25 I had an EKG, and my doctor identified a “left bundle branch block,” meaning there was a blockage on the left side of my heart. The condition indicated heart disease. That diagnosis wasn’t on my agenda.

She referred me to a cardiologist and warned it could take months to get an appointment. I got on the phone with the determination of a woman who didn’t want to die during the summer. The stars were aligned, the doctor at St. Luke’s Idaho Cardiology Associates had a cancellation, and I secured an appointment to see him on June 3. The cardiologist reviewed the EKG and ordered comprehensive blood work, a complete transthoracic echocardiogram, and a Nuclear Lexiscan stress test. The Nuclear Lexiscan test injects radioactive dye into the blood, and a camera detects damage to the heart and blocked arteries. The four-hour procedures were scheduled for June 29, only five weeks after the initial EKG. The cardiologist gave me permission to attend the writer’s retreat in Mexico but with a stern warning to avoid stress. I laughed.

On June 29, I was ushered into a room with Teresa, the medical technician who would perform the echocardiogram. I watched the monitor as she applied a gel to my chest and moved a tool called a transducer. I immediately admired and appreciated my heart. There it was, pumping as best it could. The average heart beats more than 100,000 times in one day, about 35 million times in a year. My heart was the most consistent part of my entire life. I regretted not taking better care of my heart health.

After an hour, Teresa called for an IV to be inserted in my arm so she could take more tests. Then she called for the cardiologist. I suspected something was wrong.

“Keep beating,” I silently begged my heart. “I need ten more years.”

The cardiologist appeared after reviewing the echocardiogram. “We’re cancelled the three-hour Nuclear Lexiscan test,” he said. “Your heart is too weak.”

I had failed the heart test.

Barbara Hershey and Bette Midler in Beaches

I’d Rather Play Bette Midler’s Role in Beaches
He explained that my heart only was working at 70 percent because of a damaged left ventricle. I had cardiomyopathy; a disease similar to what killed Barbara Hershey’s character in the movie Beaches. I’d rather have played Bette Midler’s role.

He prescribed several medications and scheduled a return visit for July 22. Depending on the prognosis, I could be cleared for the Nuclear Lexiscan test. After that, a pacemaker could be installed to regulate the flow of blood. The next scenario would be open heart surgery. I was way too young for all those medical procedures, but I knew heart disease was the #1 killer of women. I wanted to live.

What causes heart damage?
Smoking – I have never smoked, not even during the 70s in college when everyone was smoking pot. I wanted to retain all my brain cells.

Alcohol – I lamented my proclivity to prefer wine over workouts. Four days ago, I changed to sparkling water in a wine glass.

Diet – More veggies for me.

Exercise – I had exercised by carrying emotional baggage. That will end, and now I have a set schedule to exercise every day.

Age and Heredity – Thanks, Dad and Mom! However, I’ve enjoyed 69 splendid years.

Stress – What, me worry? It’s been a stressful year. We moved in January, I tore ligaments in my leg in February, performed a writing webinar on Zoom in March, had a brain MRI for acute headaches in April, and appeared twice in District Court in May to appeal a cruel and undeserved Protection Order against me. The judge terminated the order, but the ordeal emotionally broke my heart. The writing workshop in Mexico was in June. All those issues contributed to copious quantities of stress.


This week, I’ve had fun clearing my calendar, postponing appointments, and canceling workshops, but I intend to appear in a live comedy show for a women’s conference in October. Until then, my day will focus on staying alive and starting a (short) walking routine. My goal is to walk away from painful, stressful situations and walk toward better health. I have a broken heart. I might not be able to mend it, but I can tend it.

Filed Under: blog, books Tagged With: #breathe, #cardiomyopathy, #EKG, #health, #heart, #heart disease, #travel, aging, stress

A Naked Perspective from the Floor

March 2, 2021 By Elaine Ambrose


Last Friday, I fell while getting out of the shower, hit the hard tile floor with enough force to cause a seismic reaction, and damaged my ego and my well-worn body in less than two seconds. I hollered from the pain. The scene duplicated the well-known commercial of the woman who has fallen and can’t get up, except I didn’t have a camera crew to rescue me. I was alone, couldn’t reach my cell phone, and my husband was out of town on business and wouldn’t be home for eight hours. So, I laid on the floor, naked, wet, and shivering in agony, and thought of what I should do.

My first reaction was to assess the damage. When I moved, sharp pain tore through my left hip, rolled like hot barbed wire down my leg, and exploded through my knee like dancing devils – the same knee that endured surgery six years ago. My second reaction was to curse my foolishness. We had sold our house, and I had spent a month moving boxes, carrying items from upstairs in the former house, and loading and unloading heavy, bulky stuff. My legs were weak, but on Friday I was in a hurry to deliver the keys and garage door openers to the new owners. I dashed out of the shower and into a painful change of plans.

For the next thirty minutes on the floor, my mind wandered to various topics.

Death

I don’t fear death. I subscribe to the Death with Dignity organization in Oregon. I witnessed the painful deaths of my family members who suffered from long illnesses, dementia, and cancer. If I can’t remember my children’s names or if I’m diagnosed with a fatal illness, I’m not opposed to having a party and a pill. However, I hope to die like my Grandma Ambrose. She was 92 and sitting in her favorite chair working a crossword puzzle when she passed from a sudden heart attack. That scenario contains more dignity than dying naked and alone on the bathroom floor of a rented house.

Life

I’m grateful for a splendid life with only a few broken bones and jagged daggers in my back. I’ve lived more years than my father and both brothers. Letters on my license plate are an abbreviation of “Carpe Diem” for “Seize the Day.” I’m still seizing, although a bit slower.

Downsize Dilemmas

If I didn’t own so much crap, I wouldn’t need to move it, and it wouldn’t hurt my legs and back. The rental house we moved into is 60% smaller than the house we sold, so I donated furniture and other items, gave away family possessions, put furniture on consignment, and hauled countless bags of garbage to the dump. Still, I’ve filled a double garage with stuff. As I laid on the floor, I vowed, if I survived, to continue the purge.

Admitting Vulnerability

I was helpless, and I didn’t like that reality. There’s something humbling about being a chubby, naked, older, injured woman alone on the floor. It wasn’t my best look. So, while admitting I needed help, I opted for the only available choice: I prayed. I asked God to help me because I have faith in the power of prayer. I knew my guardian angels were weary and wanted to fly away to live on a tropical island, but I asked for them to give me strength. Slowly, I managed to sit up. I couldn’t move on the left side, but I could scoot on my right hip and pull myself with my arms. I moved into the closet to find clothes. It took an hour to get dressed, but I felt like an Olympic champion.

Call 911

I pulled myself to the counter and used a clothes hanger to reach my cell phone to call 911. I wanted to make it easy for paramedics, so I scooted to the front door and unlocked it. I held my purse with my driver’s license and medical cards and waited on the floor. The ambulance arrived and the paramedics examined my leg. After a lengthy evaluation, I decided to stay home. Waiting for hours in an emergency room on a Friday was not an attractive option. They wheeled my office chair to the hallway, helped me sit, and drove away. In hindsight, I joked too much so they probably didn’t take me seriously.

Diagnosis

Over the weekend, I remained in my office chair with an ice machine hooked to my knee and tried to get an appointment with my doctor. My husband made meals and cleaned the dishes, which was a great way to offset the pain. By Monday, the pain was stronger. I called and used my outside voice to demand to see my doctor. I drove myself to the appointment, struggled on crutches to get into the office, and received the first set of Xrays. My doctor arranged for an MRI, and the images revealed torn ligaments behind my knee, soft tissue injury in my leg, and damage to the gluteus medius muscle underneath my left buttock. The doctor said to rest for several weeks, ice the leg, and wait for the pending surgery (again) on my knee. I usually don’t follow orders, but I agreed.

Ruined Vacation

We had scheduled a week’s vacation starting March 11 in Scottsdale, Arizona with my son, his wife, and their darling daughter. Plans included golfing, going to the Zoo, enjoying fine dining, and relaxing in the cocktail pool of the rented house. Now, they’ll have the house to themselves, and I’ll toast them from my office chair.

There are several lessons to be learned from this latest episode of my crazy life. Slow down. Focus on strength and good health. Eliminate clutter. Ask for help. Allow a cute guy to make dinner. And, pray. On a positive note, now I have time to finish my next humorous book for women. Ironically, it’s titled Midlife Reboot – Humorous Stories of Rest, Resilience, and Renewal.”

(I know I’m not midlife, unless I live to be 138, but this title finishes the trilogy after Midlife Cabernet and Midlife Happy Hour.)

Filed Under: blog Tagged With: #Death with Dignity, #downsize, #health, #injury, #ligaments, #older women, #prayer

The Good Brother

May 30, 2017 By Elaine Ambrose

 

 

george art

My brother George Ambrose died yesterday. His health had been declining, so my husband Ken and I drove 130 miles to Twin Falls, Idaho, to meet him at a restaurant overlooking the Snake River Canyon; a fixture from our childhood. He told funny stories, we drank wine, and we helped him to his pickup. He drove home and died a few hours later.

My usual response to pain is to crack jokes. After I learned of his passing, I asked, “But he ordered the house wine!”

He could have ordered top shelf anything, but he wasn’t like that. As much as we were similar in our ability to tell stories, sing, laugh, and savor good food, we were different because he was a humble, quiet man. My obnoxious public antics often embarrassed him, but we remained close in spirit if not in proximity.

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Because he can’t stop me now, I’m going to write about him so others can appreciate his goodness. He was a talented artist. The drawing above was done when my older brother left home and shows my mother sobbing as she holds Little George’s hand while he’s grinning. My father plays a fiddle on top of one of his 18-wheel trucks. At the time, my father also owned about 6,000 hogs, hence the use of pigs in the artwork. (I’m not in the picture, but that’s for the memoir.)

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George wasn’t encouraged to pursue his love of art because he was needed to help run the trucking company after he graduated from college. George also loved to sing; another passion that was discounted in the family work ethic requirements. He and I both were members of the Vandaleer Concert Choir at the University of Idaho. The Vandaleers only traveled on two tours outside the United States. I went with the choir to Europe, and five years later he traveled with the choir when it toured South America. I have a favorite photo that shows him adjusting my academic chords before graduation. He threatened to strangle me if I didn’t hold still.

george portrait

Another memory is when were performed in the talent show at school. I was in high school and he was in junior high. I performed an original poem titled, “My Mommy Spanked My Bottom.” He did a reading of “The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert Service. We won First and Second Place, which caused criticism from the town folk who thought we hogged the awards. The Robert Service poem continues to be popular in folklore and poetry. My poem, not so much.

One fun adventure with George and Marti, his wife of 30 years, was when they took Ken and me to Jackpot, Nevada to see the comedy show performed by “Larry, the Cable Guy.” I laughed and snorted for two hours.  I recommend that to anyone.

My father’s health deteriorated when George was in his mid-twenties, and George took over most of the daily duties of the trucking company and the farms. After my dad died in 1989, George became the owner of Montana Express. For relaxation, he loved to fly his small plane, and continued flying until he could no longer pass the physical test. On the day he died, a friend took George and Marti flying one last time. The altitude change was bad for his health, but he went anyway. Then he drove to Twin to meet us at the restaurant.

I had no idea that was the last time I would see him. We talked about arranging a family get-together at a restaurant in Hagerman. He nodded. But, there was something in his eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at them. There was a glow that saw something beyond me that I couldn’t see. Now I believe he was making the transition to another realm, and to be included in that moment, I am honored and humbled. (Ha! He would love that!) At his request, there won’t be a funeral.

george dad me

My father died at age 60. George was 61. I’ve outlived both and am getting nervous. I’m motivated to enjoy every day and will try to avoid crabby people, create some laughter, and hug my family. I treasure the memories of George, and I promise to live better. I probably won’t become as humble as he was, but I’ll try. God speed, Little Brother. Follow the light.

george with family

 

Filed Under: blog Tagged With: #family, #health, #Idaho, #trucking, #universityofidaho, sibling death

Actinic Keratosis isn’t a Foreign Movie Star

August 4, 2016 By Elaine Ambrose

actinic keratosis joke

Just when I thought nothing could get worse than the presidential campaign, a nasty growth appeared on my head and threatened to sprout into an evil poltergeist of death and destruction. At least it took my mind off of politics.

During the middle of June, I was washing my hair and felt a strange bump the size of a jelly bean on the top of my head. The following week, it grew a topknot that felt like a chocolate chip. My normal mode of operation was to ignore bad things and hope they went away, but this strategy wasn’t working. Two weeks later, the bump had grown to the size of an M&M candy, probably a red one but I couldn’t see it. Using candy as a measurement was an effective tool to prompt a positive reaction. I’d be happy as a pig in warm mud if my head suddenly erupted with bountiful bouquets of bonbons.

Alas! No sweets came with the irregular growth that became more irritated each time I used a blow dryer on my hair. I scheduled an appointment with my doctor and thought of a hundred reasons to cancel. What if it was just a blemish? What if I suddenly became allergic to hair dye and had to go gray? What if my brain was being eaten alive? What if I imagined everything and the doctor would send me to a padded cell? By then, the growth was morphing into the size of a red-and-white peppermint, so I kept the appointment.

There is a crater on top my head.

The doctor poked around my head, muttering and fussing about lesions and keratosis and surgical excision. Finally, she stepped back and with professional authority said I’d need to return as soon as possible and have it cut out and sent for a biopsy. I envisioned a crater on the top of my head and asked if it would be deep enough to hold fresh flowers or candy because that would be a nice feature. She didn’t laugh.

I returned on July 29 and the doctor draped a surgical towel over my head, gave me a shot of wonderful anesthetic, and commenced to cut with a tool that resembled a tiny post hole digger. My scalp bled profusely, and I asked if any brains were leaking. She assured me only blood was escaping and all the essential gray matter was still inside the scull. I mumbled my thanks, grateful that I was still able to coherently speak. She sewed up the wound with bright blue stitches and told me to have a nice day. “No problem,” I lied.

My husband and I continued with our plans to join other family members for a short vacation in the nearby mountain town of McCall, Idaho. On August 2, we had just finished golfing and were ready to join the family on a rented pontoon boat when a call came from the doctor. I hesitated answering because I suspected she was calling about lab results from the biopsy. She was calling a week ahead of my scheduled follow-up appointment, so I immediately wondered how many hours I had left to live. I sat down and answered the phone. She got straight to the truth.

“An aggressive actinic keratosis with a high potential for squamous cell carcinoma.”

“Damn,” I said. “I should have ordered dessert.”

Then the doctor offered the magic words of hope: “We dug deep and wide enough that the biopsy confirmed the margins of lesions are clear.”

I repeated the strange words. “The margins of lesions are clear?”

“Yes,” she assured me. “I’m sure we excised beyond the edge of the keratosis but come in Monday and we’ll go over the next procedures.”

I can’t die now because I just qualified for Social Security!

My grown children and their families were waiting on the boat and noticed my worried look. They asked if my irritable bowel syndrome was acting up again. I told them the biopsy diagnosis, and they immediately began bartering for my jewelry, silverware, and Steinway piano. I stopped their gleeful scavenging.

“Don’t get too excited,” I said. “It’s curable. And my mortgage isn’t paid off, so it’s best if you wait a decade or two.”

McCall family boating

We continued our ride around the lake, and I used my cell phone to research important facts. Squamous cell carcinoma is the second most common type of skin cancer and fortunately is curable in 95% of cases, if detected early. Every year in the U.S., approximately 200,000 to 250,000 cases are diagnosed, and 2,500 people die from the disease. While 96% of SCCs remain localized to the skin, the small percentage of remaining cases can spread to distant organs and become life-threatening.

Most types of severe actinic keratosis are causes by exposure to the ultraviolet (UV) radiation from the sun. I was guilty of not taking care of my skin. I grew up on a farm and worked in the fields without a hat. I rode bikes, played outside, and rode my horse without covering my head. As an adult, I golfed and went boating without a hat. I’m fair-skinned and have thin hair. This skin cancer scare was the result my own careless stupidity.

I turned off the phone and focused on the boat ride. Suddenly the sky became bluer, the mountains more majestic, and my children seemed to radiate joy and purpose. Laughter from my grandkids sounded like music, and my husband held my hand as if pulling me out of a looming despair. While breathing and living in the present moment, I had one passionate thought: There is a hole in my head closed with blue sutures, but I’m going to live. I whispered a prayer of gratitude and thanked my weary guardian angel.

Proactive prognosis under my thinking cap.

McCall boating

I watched the wake from the back of the pontoon boat and appreciated the splendid journey through six decades of life. At my age, I’ve enjoyed more summer days than I’ll experience again, but I choose to look forward. There are more mischievous moments to provoke, more words to write, and more hugs to share.

From now on, I’ll follow the doctor’s orders, get regular examinations, wear sun screen, and purchase a millinery of festive hats. I’ll buy a patriotic bonnet to wear to the voting booth, and I intend to vote for many years until we get it right. This negative election season soon will be gone but I’ll still be here, wearing jolly hats and eating dessert.

 

 

 

Filed Under: blog Tagged With: #family, #health, #midlife, doctor, prevention, prognosis, skin cancer, sun screen

Online Laughter Interview Wednesday on “Flourishing 50s”

May 17, 2016 By Elaine Ambrose

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I met Kim Acedo at the recent Bloggers at Midlife Conference in Las Vegas and we became best friends. She told me about her online business called “Flourishing 50s,” a community of like-minded and like-hearted women in their 50’s who are committed to learning and growing through focusing on maintaining healthy physical, mental, and emotional lives.  The group also has an emphasis on educating women and girls around the world.

She asked me to share a live interview with her, so we’ve scheduled Wednesday, May 18 at 7:00 pm Mountain Standard Time. I’ll be speaking about humor and why it’s better to laugh than break something. To hear the interview and participate in the regular, empowering activities of the group, you can join them for $17 a month. Find more information at Membership.

Kim is offering a discount for membership if you download her “Transformation Daily 10 Checklist” here: Transformation Wellness.

 

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Kim has a Master’s degree in Kinesiology, is a Certified Health & Wellness Coach, and is the owner of Transformation Wellness for Women where she works with her clients virtually in the comfort of their own home or office. She partners with women in their 50’s who are ready, willing and able to make a healthy change in their lives and coaches them toward improving their lifestyle habits so that they can live a healthier and happier life.

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“I believe that a healthy life is a life you’ll love,” says Kim. “I have been advising women in midlife on their health and wellness since 2000. Working exclusively with women in their 50’s, I specialize in coaching my clients to live their best life through a physical, mental, and emotional transformation. With a background in fitness, nutrition, and wellness coaching, I partner with my clients to discover new ways to improve their Sleep, Food, Mood, and Exercise habits.”

I’ve joined the group, and I look forward to the activities and educational exchanges. It’s never too late to learn new ideas and make new friends.

 

 

 

Filed Under: blog Tagged With: #health, #humor, #midlife, #wellness, 50, flourishing 50s, interview

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