“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel

“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel


“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel
“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel

Ethel was a woman who loved life. But tried to make her family and friends think she was a real tough woman. Not even remotely was she a tough lady. But a big old softie. She was a lady with a bucket load of medical problems,  had a bad heart, she had lung problems, she had Polymyalgia Rheumatica. Yep, it’s a mouthful all right. She had osteoarthritis. And hypertension.

 And this ”life’s daily inspiration” was unfortunately a Hospice patient which is how I met this dear lady.

The first time I met Ms. Ethel her son was there. Bryan was a businessman about 6foot 3 inches, he took after his mother who was just under 6 ft tall.While Ms. Ethel’s husband probably was no more than  5 1/2 feet tall.

Bryan told me while he was growing up he was never allowed a pet. And that he was sent off to boarding school at 9 years old and only allowed home at holidays.

  And then on to military school, from there to college.

That being said, Bryan would tell you she loved him but had never been able to show him. Her health had always been an issue. She worked but, from home as a proofreader for a local publishing company.

His dad was a very different sort , both showing and demonstrating love to all who knew him. He never said no to Ms. Ethel. Even his son had said, the same.

   Ms. Ethel had been bed-bound for 10 or 12 years. Then one afternoon

Bryan’s dad had a stroke and passed away unfortunately 5 days later.

So suddenly, Ms. Ethel needs help because she is bed-bound and cannot care for herself.

 So her son Bryan hires a service to care for his mom. In addition to us (Hospice) being in there already.

“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel
“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Women Named Ethel

One of the funniest things about Ms. Ethel ,she liked to be read to and I mean read anything and everything. She liked, everything from romance  to biographies, she reminded me of being in school.

  We would all discuss what was read and you just had to give an opinion. She had a way about her. Even her son said the same thing.

She confided to me one day that she loved animals but had never owned one. Since she had been little. Being the outspoken person I was I asked Why?

She replied – too much trouble, not enough time and since I was bedfast I thought it wasn’t right because  I couldn’t help out.

  Those are all just excuses, I said. What’s the real reason? She looked at me with those big green eyes, eyes that were brimming with tears. And said, I’m afraid it might die.

Something just told me this was the root of all the “we’ve never had an animal” I’m smart that way just hit me with a brick and I get it Lol.

So I answered Ms. Ethel and did you have an animal die? Well, that done it the dam broke and out came crocodile tears. Buckets of them.

  She told me when she was little she found a kitten and carried it home. Her parents said she could keep it if no one claimed it.

It went everywhere she went. When she was home. Then one day on summer vacation it followed her to the store. It was hot and her kitty wanted down. As she came out of the store people were all standing beside this car in the road. So she went to see what was going on.

And her kitty was laying there. It had been hit by a car. She said, she cried all the way home.

Her mom and dad were sorry but said it was best just not to get attached. That way you never got hurt.

Now here was a grown woman who had always loved animals deep down. But remembered her mother and fathers words. All those years ago.

  I called and asked her son if he would mind me taking my cat Beanie by to see Ms. Ethel. And explained why.

He never knew that story and agreed. I put Beanie in his carrier and out the door we went. We were on a mission to heal a broken heart of a little girl now grown. In body if not in spirit.

 When I got there I knocked and proceeded to go in and Beanie let out a meow! I think he was saying of all the nerve. You feed a guy and then before he can say meow shove him in this thing. Lol he hates carriers guess he thought he was off to the vet.

But, then Ms. Ethel sees Beanie who was no small kitty he was a whopping 24 lbs part domestic and part Bengal. Bengals are known for their size.

I carried him over to Ms. Ethel and it was love at first site. She made over that cat like he was a baby. Beanie the big ham that he was loved it all.

  The proof came when I took him out back where the 8 foot fenced in yard was. You would have thought he was a dog.

He did his business and went back to the door and meowed and looked right at me, then the door.

Beanie was regular after that went every day that I went and spent the day lazing around in bed with Ms. Ethel, she played cat videos for him and fed him cooked chicken. I think I was jealous I wanted to be him the big ham. One afternoon Ms. Ethel took a bad turn with Beanie right there beside her she slipped away with her hand on his head.

  It wasn’t but a minute till Beanie jumped down. He jumped straight up in my arms and started purring loudly. His job was done.

We hope you you will leave us a comment tell us if you enjoyed this memory from it past experiences. Or maybe share something your animal has done. We would love to hear it.


Scarlett  and Elaine






“Life’s Daily Inspiration” In A Horrible Situation!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” In A Horrible Situation!


 This “Life’s Daily Inspiration” is about a young man. And yes, unfortunately, Hospice get young people and children. Which is also the hardest for me as a caregiver. And for most Hospice caregivers. 

   Oh, they are just like everybody else in having the same problems and obstacles in needing care. But, these dear 

“ Life’s Daily Inspiration” pull all your heartstrings. They have not had the privilege of living life to an old age.

   Their young lives are ending prematurely, it’s called life and it stinks to see a young person go through it. 

   It doesn’t hurt any more than watching that sweet little elderly person life come to an end. 

 It just hurts differently. The sweet little old person has lived life, probably married, had a home of there own, a car of there choosing and maybe even grown children. And a business of there own in short a life lived!

   But this young man was 16 years old. And because of one mistake, one freak accident is now on a ventilator and paralyzed from the neck down.

His only way of communicating is to bat his eye. Once for yes, and twice for no. You say that’s awful and it is. But, it gets worse. He is here in the USA with his father and brother. And his mother was in Mexico. Everyone was trying to get the Mexican government to grant a special Visa. To allow Mrs. Hernandez to come to see her son one last time.

   Even the Governor appealed to the Mexican government. But, the wheels of the Mexican government move very slowly.

   Edwardo, which is our young man’s name had to be shaved, bathed cleaned. And fed through a feeding tube. And remember this was not temporary. It wasn’t going to get better. And he’s 16 and embarrassed beyond words to have these things done. For him, teens are very private a rule.

   One minute he was working on a blacktopping job. With his Uncle’s company. And his dad and brother.

And the next he had fallen backward off the dump truck in a freak accident and broken his neck.

   He awoke in the hospital 12 days later to the beginning of the end of his life. You see the father and son had no insurance.

And the Uncles business Insurance was quickly being eaten up by a huge amount of care for Edwardo.

   The hospital was willing to foot the bill to send him home to Mexico. But, Mexico declined to receive him back on the ventilator. Because of the large expense involved in keeping him. So the hospital offered to purchase a ventilator for his home in Mexico.

It was not an option after all. There home in Mexico would not support the ventilators electrical needs.

  So then the hospital went to the fathers home and found conditions were similar. The homes electrical system would not support the ventilator. And then they tried the Uncles home. And found that his home would not be suitable as he had a family of eight. And while he was willing to keep his nephew. It wasn’t really an option.

   So the hospital kept Edwardo there on a ventilator 3 1/2 months. With no change in sight. Without the ventilator. He would die. 

   And with the ventilator, he had no quality of life. He was just laying. Only communicating. Through bating his eyes.

  He would break down and cry. And remember he’s paralyzed so he couldn’t even wipe the tears away. Someone had to do it for him. What an inspiration he was. And he could n’t say even stay and talk to me. They came up with a dry erase board to

Communicate to Edwardo. It was like playing charades you would write a question and he would bat his eyes. For yes or no. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this was for anyone let alone a 16-year-old. 

   Just imagine how we would feel, you or I. Trapped for the rest of your life on a ventilator you can’t say I love you. Out load anymore. Or sit and just chat with your friends. Huge Bummer! And I’m not making a joke here.  And his dad finally figured out Edwardo wanted to see his mom one more time and to just die. He figured this out trial and error. Asking multiple yes, and no questions. In many different ways.

   1. He wanted to see his mom again.

   2. He wanted to go home to Mexico.

  I know your thinking that’s not unreasonable. And No, it was not unreasonable.

Except the Mexican Government refused to allow them to bring him into the country and accept financial responsibility for this young man.

    They were told it was far too costly that he would never go home. And therefore be the Mexican Government’s problem and responsibility.

Everything boiled down to money. (funny isn’t how the Bible says. (For the love of money is the root of all evil:) 1 Timothy 6:10 

  Our story advances another month or so “Edwardo is despondent and depressed. He’s given up on wanting to live and on life as he knows it.”

  Not all Hospice stories are funny. And not everyone has an encouraging purposeful moment to make us all feel good when it’s shared.

   This is not a feel-good story at all it’s heartbreaking this young man wants to go to see his mother one last time.

   It’s finally arranged one morning the hospital where he was staying. Has agreed to fly him home to Mexico. Where his mother will greet him for the first time in two years. 

   The Mexican Government has agreed to let them land

And to let his mother “say both hello and goodbye” all in the space of a short time period.

   And then the ventilator keeping Edwardo alive will be disconnected. Ending Edwardo brief 16 years here.

   I cannot imagine both the ”Joy” short-lived as she realizes this isn’t permanent and then the “sorrow” that Dear

Mother went through. Without the comfort of her husband our her other son. As they were not permitted by there Government to return with Edwardo. I just can’t imagine all that she felt that day.

  I hope this story has made you think of all the Blessings you have in your life. It certainly has reminded me. There’s always someone worse off.

  So take time today to count your blessings name one by one. As the song says. 

If you enjoyed our article today please leave us a comment and let us know. And if you have a story of your own of the hardships of life please let us know.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined. 

We’ve seen first-hand patients be helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of 

Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined.

We’ve seen first-hand patients who have been helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of






“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Little Kids Make Me Feel Old You

“Life’s Daily Inspiration”  When Kids Make Me Feel Old

You know back when Dinosaurs roamed the earth. Ok. well, maybe not that “Life’s Daily Inspiration” Little Kids Make Me Feel Old Youfar back. But little kids can be smart Alec’s and not know it. A grandchild of a patient once asked me, did I remember killing any Indians. When I was younger. Not a “Life’s Daily Inspiration” for me then. Lol, I was maybe 20 yrs old.

   My Answer was No of course not. But, being a child she quickly said, why were you hiding in the wagon? 

  Now people that made me think bad thoughts about that little girl. She was maybe 5 not sure I just know, she is probably running her own detective agency right now. Interrogating folks. While they are just minding their own business. 

 Totally unaware she’s sneaky and trying to make us old folks feel even older.

  This little cutie would be at least 40 years older today.

And is the “ Life’s Daily Inspiration” for this article.

  Although I would love to hire someone’s child to ask her that same question now. Lol

   Through all my many years of hospice caregiving children have been such a joy. All jokes aside I laughed that day till I nearly wet my pants.

  Kids can encourage and inspire the most hardened patient.

And the grandparent of this little girl and I relived this moment many times. Before her home going.

   Another such story was about a little boy about that same age. Staying with his grandmother. While his mom had gone to the grocery store. 


I had almost finished what I needed to do for his little granny. Her grandson was sitting in a chair engrossed in Star Trek episodes. Which according to his granny he lived and breathed.

  Her pastor came to the door and I let him in.

And went back to what I was doing which was fixing to check her blood sugar. And give her insulin. I took her machine cleaned and stuck her finger. 

   That’s when It happened! Up jumps her grandson who screams Oh, No! You can’t turn my granny into one of those Borg things. Oh, that’s not even the best part. He then pulls out a gun an shoots me. Nah, not a real gun. What are you thinking? He was only a little boy remember.

A squirt gun. And so me being the big kid I am and always have been I fall to the floor. Killed off by the Star Trek kid. Not quite. Star Trek kid isn’t finished. He shoots me again for good measure. And shouts Die You “Old Monster.” He had a great time playing and acting out his part. 

Until he looked at his Grandmother who kept apologizing to me and the preacher.

  I assured it was all in good fun he was little. And adorable.

She asked whatever made him do that? he said, “they said, never let the Borg get a hold of you or they’d turn you into a machine. And then they stuck this thing on his hand. And then he became one.

  And Scarlett put that machine on your hand. And I didn’t want you to be a Borg machine grandma. Out of the mouth of babes. You gotta love um.

  And then there was the day two little girls, sisters made me a card while I there making a visit. The older one maybe 7 came running into the room

saying her and her sister Kelley were gonna make me a card.

   well, about 20 minutes later they both came bouncing back in carrying a card. Their granny made them sit down till I finished. 

 Of course, neither one could be still they were standing, sitting arguing with each other over who was gonna give it to me.

 When I finished they each had a hand on a corner of that card and handed it to me. Complete with sticky kid kisses and hugs.

  That was a priceless heirloom It was made just for me from both of them. And on the back, they had drawn a crown.

And underneath had printed these words. ( When you care enough to give the very best) yep! A homemade Hallmark card. Bet you never got one of those.

  That one still makes me cry. You gotta love memories like this.

They bring joy in the hard times of life. We hope you have enjoyed our story today please leave us a comment if you enjoyed it today.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined. 

We’ve seen first-hand patients be helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of 

Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.

  Elaine and I being in Hospice for over 70 years combined.

We’ve seen first-hand patients who have been helped by different medicines. Some conventional some not. We are advocates of
Medical Marijuana because it does work. And for CBD oil which is readily available and legal for everyone. If you are interested in checking it out.