Can You Smell That Smell

Steve returned safely from his Florida excursion earlier this week. It’s an 7-8 hour trip down and the same on the return. He said the traffic was wall-to-wall and tree top tall. There are so many people living there now. He said that will probably be his last long trip on 2 wheels, and possibly no more even in the truck. Well, he is 73. It took a lot out of him. Whenever he returns from those visits I have to do the laundry right away. His sister uses some brand of smelly detergent that has such a raucous odor I call it The Entity as it seems to have a life of its own by permeating everything near it. Ugh. I have a sensitive sniffer. In the photo on the right, it’s his brother-in-law Don, Steve, and his nephew Bobby.

Yesterday, we met Steve’s Mom at a local Oncologist for a 2 month check concerning her platelet levels. They had been way too high, but now the Doc said she is normal. A few months previous, by mutual consent, it was deemed much safer for her to take the medical transport available through the Nursing Home. They keep her strapped into a wheelchair so that she remains level, calm and stable. The ride is easier on her rather than trying to shove her into one of our tall pickup trucks. While waiting for the doctor, she shared with us that after being weighed this week, she went from 98 lbs to 91 lbs. That’s quite a significant loss for such a small framed woman! Since I hadn’t been near her for a month, I noticed that she is suddenly getting much more frail. Then, twice while waiting, she had to use the bathroom. I have to go with her for obvious reasons. As always I turn around to give her privacy. This time, though, she couldn’t work the paper, and the odor that now comes from that frail body! Oh. My. Word. It smells like (forgive me) the worse kind of vomit and I’m accustomed to cleaning up after dog sick and other accidents. Wow. I didn’t mind helping, of course, but on the ride home I felt mentally exhausted and kept fighting back the tears. I can see that she is slipping away. Inch by inch. Miserable day by miserable day. Poor dear. And she never complains. I really admire her courage. I’m so glad she believes in Jesus so I don’t have to worry about her final destination. What a comfort He gives us all.

In the mornings, we try to watch the Greg Gutfeld (Fox News) Show that gets posted to YouTube. On one of his shows this week, he talked about a young girl who’s Famous For Being Famous that is now selling a product called Fart In A Jar. Now, I do not for one minute think the product is real back-side emissions. She’s replicating it somehow. But it shows yet another sign of our declining times, don’t ya think? P. T. Barnum was right. There’s a sucker born every minute.

🎄 Ride Safe ✨❤️

12 thoughts on “Can You Smell That Smell

  1. I would not have guessed that Steve was 73. He sure doesn’t look it.
    Sorry about Steve’s mom. It’s so hard to see them decline like that. She’s blessed to have you.

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  2. People with cancer have a very bad smell at times. I think the medicines don’t help either. When my husband died the room was horrific. It’s good to help others who need it.

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    1. That’s true, they do. Mom has a Bladder Fistula. She’s passing food from the colon as well as from the urine. It didn’t smell that bad until now. I think we’re about to “lose” her but she will be rejoicing with Jesus never to be sick again. God bless you for being so kind. ❤

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  3. It’s always so nice to see Ms. Althea…keeping in prayer. As for the traffic, I was thinking along the same lines while we were traveling back from Elmira yesterday…yikes, the traffic. Nonetheless, I am looking forward to the great move south. I am so happy to know Steve made it back and it was really nice talking to y’all.

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  4. It is so hard, mentally AND physically to care for an elderly loved one. Bless you and hubby for all you do. I’m glad Steve traveled safely and also glad he knows it is too hard to travel like that again The limits we get hit with as we move through life are sometimes hard to accept but we are wise to listen to our bodies!! Love & hugs!!

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  5. So glad to know Steve made it back home safely. I can well imagine the ride being hard, especially this time of year. Everyone from up north is headed down south for the winter. As for the detergent smell (or possibly fabric softener sheets), I can’t use scented laundry products at all. They give me such a headache. I don’t know how people stand them, and then they put on perfume and strong deodorants on top of it all. Yikes. I’d be dead. As for your dear MIL, I am sorry to hear she is failing so quickly. Praying for her comfort. Thank you for being a kind and loving daughter to her. You are a blessing to help with those most personal issues that are probably embarrassing for her as well, even though she may not realize just how bad it is. I took care of my mother and my MIL in this same way, and was thankful God allowed me to care for them and that they trusted me enough to allow it. Someday it will be us needing that kind of help. I pray there will be someone who will care enough to be there when necessary, but I do also pray that God will just be merciful and call me home before it ever comes to that. But it’s His call. I have to trust Him to do whatever is best for me and all concerned. I’m thinking you need to bake some bread or an apple pie or something and get some pleasant aromas circulating around you…those are the kinds that give us happy thoughts and no headaches! (((hugs))) to you. And thank you for being a kind daughter in law. I would name you “Ruth” after the Ruth in the Bible. Good night my friend and namesake. (((hugs)))

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    1. So you have trouble with smells too? I’ve become more so as I age. Much prefer something fresh, crisp and natural to anything manmade, except the yummy items you described. Excellent idea! Thanks. 🙂 And I pray that God will call me Home before my life gets like my MIL’s too. I have no family to care for me but He has my life all written down and I trust Him. He loves me.
      It must be the Holy Spirit in me ’cause I really don’t mind being kind to others even when they don’t love me or are appreciative. I leave that up to God to bless or whatever. He’s given me a servant’s heart and I’m so grateful for that.
      Have a lovely day my friend! ((Hugs)) to y’all too.
      Love & Blessings. xx

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