Well, I just spent over an hour tearing my house apart, shaking a bowl of cat food inside and outside and all points in between.
I was frantically searching for Tripod, one of our two cats. It wouldn't be such a big deal except, as his name might indicate, Tripod is a special needs kitty. He is missing a hind foot. Marah and I found Tripod as a kitten. He was half dead, his foot had been cut off and was a mess. He was in the window of a convenience store eating a powdered doughnut that the clerk had given him. I got the "OHHHHHHHHH MOOOOOOOOM" cry from Marah. We CAN'T leave him, she wailed. I shook my head knowing that Wayne was going to love this one. I caved in and said, "OK Marah. We'll take the cat home and if he lives through the weekend, we'll find a good home for him." I guess we did. Tripod is 7 now and we adore him. On the Monday after we took him home, I took the kitten to the vet and as I like to say, $107.00 later, he was all ours.
Our vet at the time later recommended that we declaw Tripod all the way around and that he stay a house cat. He wouldn't be able to defend himself at all outside, so we agreed. We still laugh because I asked the vet if I got a 25% discount since he only had 3 feet. Instead, the vet took care of his claws and his manhood all in one failed swoop. "Poddy" as Frieda calls him and "IPOD" as Mrs. Mary, our surrogate mom calls him, is a character. He is not one bit "catty." He is totally opposite his demanding counterpart Izzy (a Hurricane Isabel rescued kitten). Tripod is very calm, very well mannered and is quite aware of his limitations. He doesn't go outside, only onto the porch. Since it was nice today, I had all the doors and windows open and Tripod spent the better part of the day on the window ledge of the screened porch watching birds and sleeping.
Things got a little kooky around here during feeding time this evening. Wayne was coming home, I was taking care of the "evening feed" of goats and donkeys and people were all around our place. I knew Tripod was safe and sound on the porch and went about my chores. Wayne jumped in the shower, we left and I never gave a thought to making sure Tripod was inside, which is also unlike me. I'm always "counting heads" around here and accounting for everyone. I had remembered feeding the two felines at their 5pm demanded time and knowing Pod could go back inside whenever he wanted, I figured that's what he would do when he was ready.
Usually, when we come home, everyone is happy. We generally have two cats under foot and Geordie hopping all over the place. Tonight, however, was different. Geordie loves a ride better than breathing air and we gave him a treat and took him out with us. So, he was accounted for. When we came in, Izzy was slinking around, but no Tripod.
I didn't give it a lot of thought until I crawled into bed. EVERY night, when I get into bed, Tripod gets right at my feet. He stays there all night. I was in bed answering emails and realized I hadn't seen him since 5pm. I called, no Poddy. I got up and checked all the hiding places, no Poddy. I felt a wave of panic...WHAT IF I LEFT HIM ON THE PORCH AND HE GOT OUT????
I calmed down and methodically destroyed Marah's room looking in and under everything because Pod is known to hang out there frequently. I checked pantries, closets, even the DRYER (you just never know!). I shook the bag of cat food...still no Tripod. Geordie and Izzy sensed my unrest and were following me around as I asked THEM where Tripod might be.
I didn't wake Wayne, but started feeling kind of sick. I went outside and shook food, called and called and nothing.
I couldn't believe that he MIGHT have actually gotten out. I knew he wouldn't know quite what to do. He panics and starts yowling when he has slipped out only on a handful of occasions and he can't get back inside fast enough.
So, I ripped the whole house apart AGAIN! No sign of him anywhere. I was about to start to cry and decided I'd check everywhere again with a flashlight. I had made my way back through the house and for the 3rd time turned on every light in our bedroom...Wayne still snoozing...and decided to go through our closet again. It has shelves and although I had checked them well the other 2 times, I didn't have a better idea so I checked them again.
Flashlight in hand, I started dumping my shoes off the shelves, (I had already dumped all of Wayne's out).
Deep in back corner of my closet popped up a sleepy eyed little head. TRIPOD was clearly disturbed that I had the audacity to make all that noise and interrupt his nap. But he was there. He was fine. I scooped him up and hugged him tight and laid him at the foot of the bed.
I hope he sleeps well. He's got one heck of a mess to help me clean up in the morning. I have to laugh out loud because when Wayne wakes up in the morning, I know he's going to think I went stark raving mad after he fell asleep tonight.
Kids and animals....
And one great big mess to clean up. Oh well. I needed to go through all those shoes anyway.
I'm glad you're safe and sound little Poddy. You had me really worried there.
And this big mess I've made...it'll be waiting for me tomorrow.

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(The photo for this post was provided by Marsha Shirk. It was taken on her birthday on our trip to the Royal James...you know, the night I gained a pool coach. Check back in the archives for the funny story. Long live TIE DYE Frieda!)
As I said in yesterday's post, Wayne visited Frieda while in Greenville yesterday morning. He was able to get some massaging in while he was there and also see Mrs. Nancy, who always takes "the morning visits."
Frieda responded to the things that Wayne asked her and when her doctors came in, she did the same for them. The doctors asked her to blink specific numbers of times, etc. and she did as she was asked. Also, Wayne asked questions and asked her to move her leg to respond and she did.
I have done a lot of reading of late on strokes and recurrent strokes. It is not uncommon to have another stroke or TIA's (mini strokes) just before and just after a major stroke. Many are debilitating and sometimes the prognosis from these are grim. HOWEVER, in doing this research, I have also learned that STIMULATION is the key. Mobility, talking, reminding, questions, asking for specific answers make a huge difference in the recovery of stroke patients. It is so important to speak to a person who has had a stroke as you would normally, if they are unable to move, move their arms, legs, fingers, etc. for them. It helps to "wake up" the areas that are compromised. There are many areas that simply are never recovered. There are equally as many areas that might have initially thought to have been lost, but eventually awaken. I have read so many stories of people who regain the use of a limb, voice, thought processes, etc. Those stories keep us inspired and they keep us motivated to keep Frieda going forward.
I had the pleasure of meeting some of "my email/blog post" pals today. It was such a pleasure to put faces to the names and to be able to personally say, "THANK YOU." I hope that all of you know that though I don't "see" each and every one of you, or truly even know most of you, I am so humbled and thankful for you. I know each of you care enough to remain a part of this process.
I also know it's going to be a long one, so here's hoping we can keep the energy going and keep the spirit strong to help Frieda continue to get better.
I was glad to meet you Sharon and Carl. (Hope that sheepshead was tasty!) Also, I'd like to send a special hello to Connie Harris (of the "put the dressing on the fork, then stab the salad" fame a few posts back when I was telling about emails I have received and Frieda stories.) I'm thinking of you, your family and your friends Connie.
I was discussing with Sharon in her lovely front yard today the irony of how something bad happens and then as if on cue, many good things start to happen all around. I have watched examples of this over and over again since July 27. It's hard to believe that in two days Frieda will have been hospitalized for two months. I cannot believe it. While I am so happy to have gotten to know so many nice folks, I must admit that I would rather it have been under different circumstances. Of course, you all feel the same way, I'm sure.
Thank you, as always for the emails, calls and contacts. They are so very appreciated.
By the way, I got the music player kinks worked out. It's not "my music." Now, that would just be tacky wouldn't it? (grin!)
But, I created a playlist of songs that are relaxing, comforting and encouraging. Many of the artists are "independents," which I totally support and am proudly one of. I also placed some classical favorites of mine as well. Just had to! I do love classical music, in addition to all the other music I listen to. In times when no words are needed or necessary, there's nothing much better than Vivaldi. So, while you're here, work a sudoku puzzle (very easy level, of course!) and listen to a tune or two, on me. If you don't want music, just pull the volume down. You can control that, by the way.
How is it that my best friend's two strokes have "nearly" restored my faith in humanity? I hope for the day that those two strokes can totally restore my faith in humanity.
OH! One more thing...keep our friend Roberta Caton in your intense prayers. Roberta had two strokes and was recovering when Frieda had the first stroke. She has continued to battle TIA's and strokes. She will be going to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota in November. Add Roberta to your prayers. She is precious to both Frieda and me. Before the second stroke, I did
get the opportunity to tell Frieda that Roberta was fighting her own battles, as I knew that Frieda would want to know and most of all, that Roberta would have been right there cheering Frieda on. KEEP GETTING BETTER ROBERTA!!! WE NEED YOUR WONDERFUL SMILE ALL AROUND US! Don't let that determination of yours lessen even one bit.
That's it for tonight folks. Going to spend a little "Annie time" before bed.
Count your blessings...count them all. You never know when life as you know it will become "life that is totally unfamiliar."

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Hi Folks,
As a little "thank you" for being such supportive readers, I have added a couple of "fun" things. Frieda and I were introduced to Sudoku by Martha and Gene Myers. (Gene works the hard ones...Frieda and I always felt more proud of ourselves when we completed the "Very Easy" puzzles!) So, I've placed a sudoku widget for you. CAUTION: If you haven't played before, it's HIGHLY addictive! Also, there has been a lot of hub bub about how the thinking process for playing this game is actually GOOD for the brain. For us "middle agers," (I'm speaking for myself only here!), that's a very good thing! So, enjoy.
I have also added a music link. The playlist I have right now is healing and meditative. Feel free to DE-STRESS at work or wherever for a few minutes with my best regards.
Right now, the music link is getting the kinks out. So if it doesn't work smoothly right away, just know I'm keeping a check on it and will get it going perfectly asap! Last check it was working fine, although this morning, it had a few glitches as though it was taking a while to get going. Perhaps it was because it's MONDAY! Also, it could be my satellite connection. I'm on Hughesnet, since we can't get the wonderful high speed stuff out here at the Dumb Bell Ranch. (We look a little like a CIA government spying place out here with all the satellites! HA!)
Wayne visited with Frieda on his own today, so I'll get another post in later this evening with those details. She did great for the doctors as I understand, following commands with her eyes, etc. So, when I've got Wayne here to give me direct information, I'll post it at that time!
HAPPY LISTENING AND SUDOKU'ING (is that a word???)
My best to you all and I wish you peace and many blessings.
-Annie

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Saturday afternoon, Wayne and I headed out to Greenville with our agenda set on things we wanted to accomplish while there.
When we arrived, Frieda must have been mostly awake. Her eyes were closed, but as soon as she heard something, she opened her eyes and searched the room. When she saw us she locked eyes and we just looked at each other for a minute or two. Each visit, Frieda does this "thing" that I have come to call "fussing" for a minute. She doesn't cry, she doesn't really yell out, it's mostly like frustration. We always tell her it's ok and we're with her and in seconds, it stops and doesn't happen again.
As I said, we had a plan and we set about that as soon as we got in and made sure Frieda was all squared up and comfortable.
We massaged neck, back, arms, shoulders, wrists, hands, fingers...you name it. I put lotion everywhere I could reach respectfully. Her right hand hasn't been able to have the splint on because of the IV, so I worked for an hour getting her hand supple and moving. Frieda was awake the entire time. She will let you know if something hurts her and I kept asking, but she never indicated that she was hurting in any way as I manipulated her fingers. We brushed her teeth, washed her face off, and generally just pampered her. By 10pm, all was quiet on her hall. Nurses had been in and out feeding, checking vitals, etc. I had already decided that Frieda needed a leg massage and a pedicure. Wayne's leg was bothering him by then, so he got into the recliner. He and Frieda BOTH fell asleep! (As usual if you've seen previous picture posts!) and I set about warm cloths, nice scrubs, lotions, etc. I worked on her legs and feet until 1am. The nurses were so kind and receptive. It's just easier to do things of that nature when there's not a lot of folks in and out. I respect Frieda's modesty greatly, yet I knew she would totally enjoy a leg massage and pedicure. She's earned the sheer pampering. Every now and again, she'd open her eyes and watch me. I told I knew she was going to really get me for this, but she couldn't deny that she was loving it! It made me smile. It also helps ME in selfish ways. I can feel that I am able to DO something for Frieda. I just refuse to sit there and do nothing. As friends, we are just too used to "doing something together." This gives me at least some sense of that.
It seems small, in the big picture of things, yet, after being in bed so long, I know that it just had to make her feel HUMAN. Frieda's DIGNITY is so important to me because it has always been so important to HER. I defend that to the letter. Frieda has been through so much and if pampering her by loving human touch "feels" like the right thing to do, then that's what I will give her. God knows she's earned it. I can leave feeling good about her when she's fresh, comfortable, and sleeping peacefully and sound.
Our pal Donna Mooneyham was teaching again at ECU this weekend. She paid visits to Frieda on Saturday and Sunday. She was able to get Frieda to follow some commands, etc. I hope to be able to learn some extra things to do FOR Frieda to stimulate function in the near future. This remains a learning experience...and I have all ideas it will be for some time to come.
As always, I ask that you keep praying, sending positive healing thoughts and energy. They all WORK! The support remains incredible. Thank you so very, very much on behalf of the family and of Wayne and me...and most importantly...Thanks on behalf of FRIEDA. She loves you all so much. Just tuck that in your hearts and know that to be true.

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(This photo is one I titled "What happens in Luray, stays in Luray." The unintended theme of this trip was the incessantly asked question, "Is Anna Nicole still dead?" Her death was announced upon our return home from visiting Luray Caverns, so we wondered that question aloud for the remainder of the weekend. And we didn't even feel one bit badly about it!)
It has been a couple of days since I have posted and I didn't want folks to start worrying. Things are basically the same with Frieda. She is stable and comfortable. During the day she sleeps a lot and in talking to folks at the hospital, that is a good thing. When she's resting, her body is working on healing itself.
Of course, Friday's seem to roll around quickly anymore...and I still am not fond of them. I met a lady today at the newspaper office who plays twilight golf with Frieda and Wayne. It made me a little sad because they both enjoyed "their outing" so much each Friday. I always liked it a lot because I had some time on my own, I didn't have to cook and when they came home, we set about enjoying the rest of the evening! Frieda and Wayne, in turn, were able to play golf, have each other all to themselves and get a great dinner on top of that, so they were happy campers. When Wayne's accident occurred, I remember Frieda being bummed and giving Wayne guff for ditching out on her as her golf partner. However, the lady I met today told me that Frieda had played with her family when Wayne went out of commission.
Frieda never makes a fuss over birthdays. I had asked her earlier in the summer "what she wanted to do for her birthday" so that we could start some big plans. It was totally out of character for her because she usually shrugs off those types of questions. This time, however, she was ready with an answer. She wanted to go to Pinehurst and play the Tobacco Road golf course. I told her it was a done deal. We'd line it all up and that would be her birthday present from us. We daydreamed about what the course would be like, etc. A friend of ours in Raleigh has played it and says it's awesome, so Wayne was pretty excited as well. (He was excited to get the benefits of Frieda's birthday!) Given the circumstances of his injury, we still planned to go and if he wasn't able to actually play, we could ride a cart and get a partner for Frieda. As I understand it, it sounds like part golf course and part amusement park...only a VERY difficult and expensive amusement park! I was even looking forward to it. I have always enjoyed golf, but get just as much pleasure from a bucket of balls and/or putting. It's the middle game I don't get all excited about! Although I must admit, since I bought my Wii (no, I'm not a "gamer" but my GOSH those Wii's are some kind of fun!) I have found that my living room golf game has gotten to be quite good.
When I bought the Wii off a broke college student (and no I don't feel guilty! I'm sure he has another, having gotten his trust payment by now!), Frieda and I bowled, played tennis, golf, FISHED...you name it, we played it...all within the comforts of my humble home. WHAT A TRIP! You're actually going through the motions, so I'm sure if an outsider peeked into the door, they'd have thought we were nuts! But we have had great times with the Wii! Not to be "gamers," we were hooked!
I guess by now, you've figured that Friday nights are kind of reflective blogs. It's "sort of" Saturday by now, but since I haven't ended my day, it's still Friday night to me.
Weekends are the most difficult times with things as they are now. It's kind of a no man's land....sort of a feeling of limbo.
It's also a good thing though because I reflect on good times, laughter, crazy things we've gotten into and remembering those things makes me smile. As I think these wonderful thoughts, I direct them right to Frieda. This helps tremendously when I start to feel down or just plain lonesome. I hope the positive energy of great thoughts are reaching her loud and clear.
Lots of our porch talks include politics, computer stuff, what the animals were doing or what they shouldn't be doing! We talked about plans we were making, what places we wanted to go. Tangier Island, Virginia was one place. Visiting our friends Joan and George was another. Frieda always commented how many years it has been since she had taken ANY vacation time until we started trying to get in some weekend jaunts. She went with us to all my performances and that always made the trip a lot more fun. Anywhere we could find good calamari always makes for something to look forward to on any trip!
One funny memory was our return trip home from Luray, Virginia. We saw a flea market and of course, we all squealed like piggies and turned around to go back! After all it was TWO WHOLE BUILDINGS OF NOTHING BUT JUNK!!! Who could pass that up!? Well, we go inside building one and started our trek. All the nice folks were talking to each other, but about half way through the first building, Frieda made the comment that they were all staring at us. I guess we had that "you're not from around here, are ya" look. We walked a while more and found SHARPIE PENS IN ALL COLORS...about 12 per pack! FOR A DOLLAR!!! Oh yeah! We scooped those up. (Later we laughed when we realized about half of them were dried out!). Anyway, as we're shopping and snooping along, and noticing the folks were still staring at us, (Anne, Frieda and Wayne giggling), FRIEDA announces that we were at "THE HILLS HAVE EYES FLEA MARKET!" We howled with laughter and then those people were REALLY looking at us. We had to leave and go to the next building. I think we only spent a couple of dollars. Nowadays, that trip home memory wouldn't be complete without telling every detail of THE HILLS HAVE EYES flea market. Nobody loves a yard sale or a flea market better than Frieda..or me..or Wayne. We call them "rag pullin's! Each time we see one on the side of the road, you could bet your last dime, SOMEONE in the car bellows loudly RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG PULLIN'! Even if we don't stop, it just has to be yelled.
Those are good memories and as I type tonight, I am sending those thoughts of happier times to my dear Frieda. With all my heart, I want to take her to Tobacco Road, another yard sale, another flea market and many other things. Books-A-Million reading/coffee trips, movie night, Wayne's cooking just for us, and all those trips we haven't gotten to yet will wait for us. I just have to get through these doggoned weekends without her for now.
I miss you my friend Frieda. Without that wonderful laugh and genuine smile, things just aren't the same. But I'm a patient woman and I'll be waiting for the good times to come and in the mean time working my butt off to get you better.
I've said this before and I find it odd. Frieda has been in the hospital all this time...yet, even now, I get so much strength and courage to face all the things in my own life, just by knowing that I have a true and honest friend in Frieda Hudson.
Keep moving ahead Frieda. We have so much to do yet...so, so many wonderful things are waiting for us to do. Or, we'll just sit on the porch and do nothing, my friend. To quote our precious friend Jodie Devera, "It's all good." And it is.

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The Florence-Whortonsville Fire Department is right by the turn off to my house. Of late, some wonderful volunteer there has posted "positive thinking" messages on the message board. I have actually talked about a few of them here. Today is no exception. Do you ever see something, read something or hear a song and say to yourself, "WOW! That is just for me!"
The sign read "A TRYING TIME IS NO TIME TO QUIT TRYING."
How powerful is that? It occurred to me that when things get tough, we all start to look for the shorter route, the easier fix, the quickest answer. Then there are times that you know in your heart that there is no easy fix. There is no short answer or route to take. It's in those times that we must stay the course. Faith works that way. I have had to really dig down deep in many instances during these weeks following Frieda's strokes. I've had to rely on staying focused and some days, it's hard to put one foot in front of the other. But, we still have to have FAITH that Frieda will keep healing and keep trying. Her determination and her spirit are ALL that keep me going sometimes. When I miss her so badly, I start to think about what she would do. She would be right by my side. She would be giving me my marching orders to KEEP GOING. Frieda would not give up. "Quitting" has never been a part of her vocabulary.
I'm sure anyone who has ever dealt with catastrophic illness will tell you that you sort of "ebb and flow." Some days you are filled with hope and inspiration, other days, you'd just rather make it all go away somehow.
I just know that there are no accidents. To whoever placed that sign at the fire department, I want to say THANK YOU.
You recharged my batteries with that sign.
Yes, times are trying right now. They're going to be trying for some time to come, but that was "my sign" of assurance that we must stay the course, keep trying and keep helping Frieda in any and every way to improve.
"A trying time is no time to quit trying."

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(please click on the picture and let it load. I think you'll enjoy the inspiration this wonderful artwork holds!!! Credit listed at the bottom of the post!)
I wanted to post a few comments that have come in to me recently. They are certainly worth sharing and have given us strength, courage, smiles and lots of love. Thank you for writing...and I will continue to post some of your thoughts and stories. Feel free to send them on to me! That way, we can ALL enjoy them! -Annie
***Elizabeth and Roger Cordes, Oriental, NC-Hey, Anne- I wanted to remind you of the bear story, so here it is: I don't know why, or maybe I do, but my first instinct when our very heavy bear in the front yard went missing, was to call Frieda, the publisher of the Pamlico News. It wasn't that I thought it was that newsworthy, it was that I knew if anybody could find anything out about the theft (of a 300 pound, four and half foot tall, unwieldy sculpture) of a bear, it would be Frieda. She came through for us: the paper ran a story on the missing bear, with a picture we provided. The same week, someone spotted the bear, now too "hot" a property for the mischief makers, in some high weeds on the side of the road. The word that it was found ended up going to Frieda and she provided the assist to return the bear home. Her call to us had us howling, "the bear is in custody."
To know Frieda, even just a little bit, is to recognize an indomitable spirit. She always rises to a challenge. (Music Night participants will attest.) Moreover, she meets the challenge with a winning strength that inspires those around her. Keep pushing, Frieda- we love you.
***Denny Potter, Atlanta, GA-"Miracles happen every day Don’t they? We just have to open our eyes to them." (great quote Denny! And you're exactly right!-ah)
***Mary Em, TALK Radio, Morehead City-I work at the talk station in Morehead City.. Frieda has become a big part of our Wedneday morning for such a long time. Ben & Ken told me to give her the weather report as she has us for so long every Wednesday, it's SUNNY AND 72... I am a sales person here and have been for 8 years.. I had the pleasure of meeting Frieda one time when I first started working here.. But I have been in touch with Karen at Paddle Pamilco and she gave me your Blog Link.. SO please Tell Frieda we miss her and we look forward to hearing her forcast real soon.. YOU can tell her she is 98% right all the time with the Weather she has beat SKIP Waters by a long shot. hahha.. Please pass on our thoughts and prayers.. Mary Em , Ben & Ken (Talk Radio- Frieda has the Wednesday slot to talk about what's happening in Pamlico County!) Jeff Aydelette currently fills the spot as Frieda recovers. -ah
*** Sandy N., Florence, NC-Your comments on stroke patients is so very true. Without hope and belief in miracles in medicine, we would have nothing. In the end, it is not the medication or post op medical care that gets us well, it is the hope and caring of those we love that turns the tide. The power of the mind and prayer are something I have seen many times in my career work miracles. We need to keep praying and hoping and caring, it is the best medicine.
***Shelia Sammons, Mocksville, NC- "I guess that "little Ole Ant, is moving that Rubber tree plant"!!!!!! Go Freida!!! and also this: A thought on a plaque given to me by "MY FREIDA", my friend Bonnie reads: A true friend is one who overlooks your broken down gate, and admires the flowers in your garden. That sounds like you and Freida.
***Beth Millman, Oriental, NC-Once again, thank you, thank you for the update. I could hear Frieda's wonderful laugh as I read. I have known Frieda since her family first moved to Oriental. (I even dated Gray for a little while!! LOL!) For some unknown reason, I have always called her Free Da Da. I can't even remember how that got started. But when I would say Hey Free da da, I would get that big wonderful laugh of hers. That is the Frieda that need my prayers. The strong wonderful Frieda will make a difference.
***Mandy Davis., Ranburne, AL- Anne,I have been reading your blog and keeping up with Frieda's progress. Although we have never met her, we have her in our prayers here in Alabama, too! What has impressed me so much is the incredible friendship you share with Frieda. I feel that Frieda is so blessed to have you as her friend! You demonstrate a true example of what friendship is about. What a blessing for Frieda that she has a friend who will seek the prayers of others.
We have you in our prayers also. God will send you comfort and understanding. He is faithful!! Thinking of you.
***"The Crew" at Cahoon's True Value- Way to go Frieda!! We are still praying for you. We all love you. your friends at Cahoon's True Value in Grantsboro. Alfred and Christine Cahoon, Gerald Nethercutt, Bea Walston, Barbara Price, Harry Baker.
***Phyllis and Ed Yodlowski, Oriental, NC-Please know that Frieda and her family (which includes you and your family) are in my prayers. I had no idea how far and wide her friendships extend. You would think with that size of network (think Verizon) praying, somehow things could turn around! We subscribed to the PN long before we moved here, and I corresponded with Frieda from time to time; sent her a letter to the Editor, or passed along a good joke (some of which she actually put in her column!). One of my favorite "For What it's Worth, Jr" columns was written after she had driven to Atlanta for a one day trip. We lived in Augusta, which was 100+ mi from ATL, and we used to say that if you wanted to sharpen your driving skills, go to ATL. Sounded like Frieda did!! I laughed until my sides hurt, reading Frieda's description of her harrowing drive through downtown ATL. Been there.... And her graduation column was fantastic. I'm glad she repeated it. Graduates need reality checks.
I knew about her love of golf, through her column, so I picked up a visor for her at the Masters golf tournament one year, and left it wrapped around the antenna of her Range Rover, when we were here checking our property after some storm or other.
I wish I had a friend like you. You are one special girlfriend! Kudos and prayers to you. (((NOTE about this email: I had to laugh right out loud...the trip to ATL was a trip Frieda and I took that we totally just blew the "one day" thing. We ended up doing her radio show from UNDER an overpass somewhere on the side of the interstate, then we landed for the night at South of the Border (yeah, with Pedro and all!), took crazy hat pictures and roamed around that place well after midnight going to the 24 hr. junk stores! I still have the bumper stickers to prove it...and the hats!!! -ah)))
***Jan-from the blog comments- Anne; thank you for the updates, It is most distressing news and I'm sure very very difficult for you to write. It helps those of us who care so deeply but do not want to intrude to feel connected. Thank you. My thoughts and prayers and positive energy .
(((For the record, NONE of you EVER intrude! YOU too are Frieda's FRIENDS. Each of you are just as vital part of her recovery as anything else! Don't EVER feel you're a bother. When you love someone who's as easy to love as Frieda, it needs to show!)))
***Kathie Barrow- from blog comments-Anne, Thank you for all your information on Freida. Yes, our prayers, as are many others, are with her....and you.
***Connie Harris, Raleigh, NC-Dear Anne, I’m just a long distance fan of Frieda’s even though I only met her once and am a former subscriber of the PM (I have friends in Oriental and went to sailing school there). I read Towndock and was so sorry to learn of her stroke and now this most recent setback.
Any of us should be so fortunate to have so many friends and especially the comfort of a best friend during hard times. My prayers and thoughts are with Frieda and her family and also with you and your family, too, Anne. Please tell Frieda that her Raleigh fan club is rooting for her.
I could tell in my one meeting with her that she was unique-- (at M&Ms), where she basically asked me what I was doing putting my dressing on my fork first, then stabbing my salad?? She’s one funny and confident lady. (one of my favorites! TYPICAL Frieda move, there!-ah)
***Raul and Pam Alvarez, New Bern, THE PET SHEPHERD owners and friends of Annie and Frieda's-
Hi Anne, Please be assured that we will continue to keep Frieda in our prayers and please pass along to her that we care about her and to please keep trying. We all pray for the Lord's hands and blessings to be upon her. It will mean a lot to us if you would please read Psalm 91 to her...We're sure it will mean so much to her to know our Lord and savior is listening. May the Lord watch over us. In all we do, may the glory be to God.

These are but a few of the HUNDREDS of emails and comments I have received since Frieda became ill. When I read EACH of these, I am both inspired and empowered. Each of you have given me SO much strength and the will to keep telling Frieda, "WE CAN DO THIS!" With your love and your belief in FRIEDA, we CAN do this! Going it alone is so much more difficult than to go down the difficult paths of life with plenty of help.
I cannot thank you all enough. I DO answer emails and am so grateful for each one that comes in. It's 2:30 am and time to wrap up blogging, email answering and THINKING for this day.
God bless each and every one of you. I will post more stories tomorrow. If you have stories...especially funny ones about Frieda, please send them to me! I would love for us all to share the many, many laughs that Frieda has given us! It will be such good energy for FRIEDA to lift her up in LAUGHTER along with our prayers!!!
You have all touched my heart profoundly.
-Annie
***TODAY'S ARTWORK PHOTO PROVIDED BY MARTHA MYERS of BOLIVIA, NC...Martha, you're simply WONDERFUL! and I love you.***

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...AND HOW DO WE KNOW WHEN WE SEE ONE? Is it the air we breathe? Is it the birth of a child? Is it the human spirit determined to SURVIVE, even when the odds are less than favorable "a miracle?" I say YES! They all are. And Frieda has pulled another fast one....here's how things are going...
Wayne and I visited Frieda together yesterday. We have, of course, had many hours of discussions on all the "what if's" in terms of Frieda's initial stroke and now the most recent one. I have heard, as you do in small towns, that Frieda is "brain dead." She is not. I have heard that she is a "vegetable." She is not. I will be frank and say how much this hurts me... first as brothers and sisters and as human beings, that we can so quickly begin to label, judge and accept "labels" on another. It really bothers me that there is such negative power in judgment of others. That is non-productive. It doesn't heal. It makes things so much worse. With that, I encourage you all to VISUALIZE Frieda in the THE most wonderful memory you have of her. Whatever that may be, THINK IT. There is power in thought. There is power in prayer. LIFT Frieda up and SEE her in all of her wholeness and in health.
One example comes from an email I received from Dee Sage. Dee wrote to tell me that on the day of Frieda's stroke, she saw her. She said Frieda looked up and waved with the most beautiful and and REAL smile. I know that smile and I have reflected so often on what Dee saw and how in that moment, they connected in such a small, yet important way.
Frieda IS a victim of TWO strokes. Frieda is ALIVE. Dignity is SO important right now. FRIEDA is fighting and DEMONSTRATING the courage and strength that all who know her expect she will give to this situation. Even those who DON'T know Frieda have now
picked up on her strength, her courage and most of all that beautiful stubbornness that won't let Frieda be out done at ANYTHING.
So, how was she last night? Well, she was doing ok and ready to DO something. We have learned yet ANOTHER way to communicate. Frieda shakes her LEFT leg really hard for "yes." She holds it still for "NO." We can work with that...and we did. We were able to get a lot of ground covered in terms of basic yes and no questions. She even frowned at me when I asked a stupid question just to test her. So, she is "with it." Though she cannot speak "FOR NOW," we are able to communicate and that works for us.
As soon as we got the room, she was sleeping. We had stuff to read, so we didn't make a sound until she woke up. We began talking quietly with her, holding hands and telling her we loved her. She cried for a few seconds and I reminded her that we still had work to do. She shook the left leg hard. I asked if we were going to give up? The leg remained still. She tracked all around the room with her eyes following every move we made. The nurse, Jimmi was one of the "club members" we had join us when Frieda was on second floor before. We LOVED her and she was great. She documented EVERYTHING Frieda was doing in her room. We don't ever just sit and look at Frieda. We are actively working on SOME part of her body. You can only imagine what it would be like to just "lay" in a bed for nearly 2 months. We massaged her skin, we stroked her hair, we worked with her arms and fingers. Then we moved to work with her legs. Wayne started with the left leg. He lifted it. It did not hurt. He gently pushed it toward her chest, asking Frieda to push back against his hand as hard as she could. WOW!!!!! She about pushed him off his feet...and that's not a hard thing to do right now since he's still recovering from his own surgery. We continued that for several repetitions. She did the same thing with her RIGHT leg, which had been affected by the first stroke, so there had been NO activity to speak of with that leg. Who is surprised to learn that Frieda was pushing EQUALLY as hard with her RIGHT leg!? Not me. You could SEE her strength and her willingness to do these things. She KNOWS she cannot just 'lay there' in that bed and expect to get better. She has to WORK, no matter what the "diagnosis" might be.
I wish people who don't know her could understand just what a DETERMINED woman Frieda is! Picture your own stubbornness, then multiply times TEN! She is NOT going to be outdone. I hope by reading about her, you've figured that out by now. As I always say, FRIEDA PLAYS GOLF AGAINST MEN! She is NOT going to be outdone, even by them! (I LOVE THAT ABOUT HER! She can flat drive a golf ball!)
As I said, the nurse charted every single thing that Frieda did and was thrilled. She was SO pleased to be able to show the doctors these things. Given the chance, Frieda will work with you...you just have to give her that option. Jimmi, the nurse, was making notes for the physician on how extraordinary it has was for her to watch these things that FRIEDA clearly wanted to do!!! It has been nearly 2 months, and her legs are STILL SO STRONG! It was amazing. I would put my palm on the bottom of her foot and ask her to push. And push she did!!! WE WERE BUSY! Frieda WANTED to do this. She detests laying still like that. She was taking a proactive stance in HER own care AND RECOVERY.
I certainly can't say, nor would I, how things are going to be with Frieda in the immediate future, but, I know this: She is DETERMINED.
Let's consider the football player with the extreme injury last week in the news. He was supposed to be dead or totally paralyzed from a hit last week. He is defying those odds. Is that LUCK? I sure don't think so! Did it SHOCK a total medical community? Yes, it did. BUT...he's alive and, like Frieda, he has a long road ahead, BUT HE IS ALIVE! And he's moving and the doctors are well, shocked. The medical community does NOT like the term "MIRACLE." I say, "well, that's just too bad! They happen!
FRIEDA IS ALIVE!!! Even in the most adverse situations, FRIEDA FIGHTS!
I am asking you all to LIFT FRIEDA UP IN FAITH AND IN PRAY THAT SHE WILL CONTINUE SHOWING THESE AWESOME DISPLAYS OF INNER STRENGTH!!! It is SO important that we do not quit and get tired now. She needs to know that we support her, love her and that FRIEDA IS THE SOLE FOCUS IN THIS RECOVERY! SHE IS NOT ALONE! We need to let her know that we've got her covered...no matter how long this takes.
If you visit Frieda, just know that she will shake her LEFT leg to answer YES. Sometimes, if she is asleep, she will ignore you. We make a practice to say NOTHING to wake her if she is sleeping. Healing in the brain occurs when she is sleeping, so we don't interupt that. Sometimes, however, she is just laying with her eyes closed. When she hears you, she will open them when she's good and ready. (smile!)
I will post more of what we saw later, but I did want to share this with you so you can KEEP PRAYING FOR FRIEDA TO GET STRONGER AND STRONGER.
Again, we petitioned GOD to save her. He has seen fit that she remain with us. We cannot know (nor should we form opinions on others) as children of God, what their conditions are, what their "worth" might be as a result of those conditions and it's dangerous territory to determine "who is fit for life" and "who is not." It's not our job, nor our call. HIS will and only HIS WILL will pravail in this situation. EVEN THE DOCTORS CANNOT SAY WHEN A PERSON WILL DIE! That is between the person and God to determine that.
MIRACLES DO HAPPEN! We just have to DO our roles in faciliating them
and we have to RECEIVE THEM AND GIVE OUR THANKS TO GOD WHEN THESE EVENTS ARRIVE!
NAYSAYERS NEED NOT APPLY! LOL! Just SMLING FACES, HEALING ENERGY, POSITIVE THOUGHTS AND ENCOURAGEMENT ARE NEEDED HERE!!!
I have SO enjoyed getting to know each of you, even if only via email.
NUTSHELL: Frieda is following with her eyes. She is staying awake and alert for long periods of time. She knows exactly what we are saying, so the story about her hearing and sight being lost is simply not true. Small towns, big rumors.They don't help one thing in terms of what Frieda is going through. Didn't all our moms teach us, "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all?" (Moms know best!)
As I said, if you want to know something, don't mind asking me. I am happy to let you know how YOUR FRIEND FRIEDA IS DOING! She NEEDS to know her friends are around her!! It is so strengthening and healing when you don't feel alone and don't have to wonder where all your FRIENDS ARE!!!
When I initially gave my blog over to Frieda, I made a conscious choice to list email addresses in the "TO" and "CC" lines, hoping that many of you have "FRIEDA" in common. You will have seen most of the list by now and perhaps those of you who know each other can get together and PRAY for Frieda. I think you've all figured out "folks you know" versus "folks you don't." By now, you should have recognized your pal's email addresses. I will now start to show the recipients as "undisclosed," which is protocol. Initially, I left the email addresses posted so that you could find one another. After nearly two months, I feel that you have all you need. I'm happy to email or call you and let you know how things are. Contact means were there so we could all pray.
She's beaten this thing once...and I have every reason to believe that she'll beat it again. Setbacks are a part of ANY recovery. If you have any specific questions, also, just email me. People keep thinking they are BOTHERING ME! That makes me laugh. ANY CONNECTION WITH FREIDA is what I love to see happening. She LOVES ALL OF YOU!!! SHE MISSES NOT INTERACTING WITH HER FRIENDS. Just know, once Frieda's friend, ALWAYS her friend. She has introduced me so many of the friends she is known over the years and I'm so honored by that.
More info today as I have it. Drop me a line with your thoughts, laughs and precious memories you wouldn't mind sharing about Frieda. I'd like to post them and we can ALL lift them up to Frieda in prayer on her behalf. And we can ALL rejoice together and celebrate our love for Frieda Hudson.
She's just amazing. She was "given up for dead" again...and guess what? She's still here...still fighting and funniest of all, NOTHING STOPS ANNIE AND FRIEDA FROM TALKING!!! Not even sure the military could break our "codes of the heart." I know nothing stops the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP AND THE COURAGE TO KEEP MOVING FORWARD...(NO MATTER WHAT THE DOCTORS OR ANYONE ELSE SAYS!) Just TELL Frieda Hudson "she CAN'T do something." I dare you! :)
"Leg lifts" and a "shaking leg" to answer me are ALL I need. I can work with that!! RIGHT?
GO FRIEDA! We're all right here, as we have been all along...WE WANT YOU BACK!!!!
Here's looking forward to hearing from you and I'd LOVE to share some of your stories. I had a lot of emails about the post I wrote mentioning just a FEW of the hundreds of emails I have gotten with "Frieda stories!" If you don't mind sharing, I don't mind typing! Send those stories and anecdotes right on to me! I'd love them!
Love, peace, blessings and many thanks to each of you who stop by and visit me.
-Annie

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Let Go, Let God
I live life inspired, whole, and free.
What a comfort it is to know that I can let go and let God lead me in all matters and in all that matters.
What I am releasing is the mistaken belief that I need to direct and control all the various aspects of my life. What I am accepting is the greater good that is emerging and unfolding. With God leading the way, I am free of all fear and doubt. My trust in God strengthens me with the resolve to live my life fully.
What is in store for me this day and in the days ahead? I may not have all the details just yet, but there is no doubt that the light of God shines brightly in and through me. I am ready and eager to step forward into a life of inspired living.
“For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope. Then when you call upon me and come and pray to me, I will hear you.”—Jeremiah 29:11-12
---This was sitting in my inbox from Martha Myers when I finished the last blog post.
There's always the hand of a friend reaching out and giving me courage and faith to keep going, no matter what obstacles are thrown in the path. I wish you all could see and know what I have learned throughout this situation. FRIEDA IS LOVED. FRIEDA IS MISSED AND FRIEDA HAS SO MANY PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO GIVE UP ON HER. AFTER ALL, IT'S FRIEDA WHO REFUSES TO GIVE UP! That a girl Frieda! We're right behind you.

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Ok...this is how it went...hang on to your hats, folks.
Wayne, Buddy and I went to the hospital this evening to visit Frieda. I knew how we had left Frieda on Sunday. She had tracked an ink pen, she had looked at us, but nothing remarkable and it was heartbreaking. Then, I had gotten news that was grim in terms of the most recent stroke Frieda had and what the prognosis would eventually be.
We walked into the room. Frieda was sleeping. The TV was on, but the volume was down. Within a couple minutes, Frieda opened her eyes. We looked at each other for a long time. I talked and talked to her. Wayne walked over and she looked up at him. (I was down at her bedside.) I told Frieda that Buddy was with us and pointed toward his chair and she looked over at him.
We talked to Frieda for several minutes, telling her names of folks who were asking about her, emails that had come in to me, that it rained at home today, and anything I could think of to say. She was not one bit...not even ONE BIT agitated. She was calm, she was very comfortable and very peaceful. She would look up at Wayne when he talked to her and back down at me when I spoke.
Needless to say, we were over the moon. Frieda actually moved her left leg, as she has done pretty much this whole way through. I told Frieda that Nancy was on her way up and in a few minutes, Nancy got back into the room. Frieda watched her come in, watched Nancy at the sink, watched her go into the bathroom to get something, etc. Frieda would look up at the TV and watch. She yawned a great big wonderful yawn. On two occasions, I asked Frieda direct questions and asked her to BLINK if she heard me. Question one was: "If you can hear me Frieda, will you blink." She blinked. Question two was: "Frieda, if you would like to hear music, blink." She blinked. These questions were spaced out within a 10 minute period and so they were not "flukes."
Frieda can see. Frieda can hear. Frieda can move her head from side to side. Frieda can move her left leg. When I turned on the music, the leg really started to move and that was wonderful to see. A doctor came in and she FROWNED at him. (Which totally cracked me up!) She watched him intently. I am thinking in HER mind, she was studying that ugly green bow tie he was sporting...which would be typical. (and mostly because it was!) While the doctor was in the room, Frieda would look from the doctor, to Nancy, to Wayne and to me. Her eyes were WIDE open. They were not half open. They were not "unfocused." They were not looking fearful or confused. As I said, Frieda looked comfortable.
I know what was said by the doctors on Tuesday and folks, this just ain't it! I know they give information based on reading test results...but, what we saw and were involved in tonight was absolutely not in concurrence with what I was expecting to see when I got there. I had mentally prepared myself all day for a condition that was worse than what I saw on Sunday.
This is why we must continue to pray, we must continue to lift Frieda up and we must continue to send energy to her. As humans beings, we have no place to say what God has in store for any one of us. It's not our job.
This is what went on tonight in Frieda's room. As I said when Frieda woke up the first time, from the first stroke, I will not take her efforts away from her. I cannot and will not minimize the things I see and know to be true...nor could I EVER allow things to be said or be embellished in terms of what Frieda has been able to do from the start of all of this journey. As always, I will continue to work has hard as I possibly can to support her in whatever actions or movements that Frieda takes.
This isn't about us, or what we want Frieda to do, or wish she would do or hope she will do. Even the tiniest of efforts needs to be celebrated and acknowledged.
We know Frieda isn't a quitter. She doesn't give up easily. I just know that, while she is still quite ill, once again, Frieda has blown the doctor's theories right out of the water in terms of what WE should "expect" Frieda to do or be capable of.
So, with faith firmly behind us, we will just continue to move forward. I know that all of us who love and treasure Frieda Hudson will keep right on doing what we've been doing all along. She was given a completely grim outlook at Craven. We must remember the weeks since then. While she has had another stroke, Frieda was doing things tonight that we had been told she could not do...and very probably would never do.
I know most of you will see this as you're starting your day. As I'm typing this, I'm thinking there couldn't be a better way to start a day!! Please continue to keep Frieda in your prayers. We can't give up.
As I said in an earlier post, as long as there is work to be done, we must continue to help Frieda in every way possible.
I'm amazed, thrilled and humbled at what I saw at the hospital tonight. I know you will be too!

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Just wanted to take a minute to share with you some of the wonderful outreaches of support that have been shown over the past couple of months.
I have heard from folks I don't know, folks that Frieda doesn't know and/or folks that don't know ANY of us. I have carried so much strength from every call, every email and contact. Those extensions of kindness have enabled me to stay focused and moving forward on the matters at hand.
This particular email just came in from a mutual friend of mine and Frieda's, Martha Myers of Bolivia, NC. Martha has been instrumental in "being there." She's one of those folks you always know is truly thinking of you, praying for you and doing all she can from a distance. She put together the box of goodies for Frieda a while back that we enjoyed so much. Most of all, she continues to give us support in such wonderfully creative ways. I wanted to share the latest creation with you! (the picture posted here today.)
Connie Harris of Raleigh wrote that she had met Frieda only once. At that time, Frieda was basically giving her "guff" about WHY ON EARTH she would put her salad dressing on her fork and THEN stab at the salad. Typically Frieda, right?
I have heard SO many stories from people who were touched, if only briefly, by Frieda Hudson. We are all such fortunate people as a result.
Bruce Miller of the Washington, DC area doesn't know either of us. Yet from the very beginning, he has shared support, he has shared his connections to Oriental, he has shared his own experiences with a stroke and many other touching bits of information.
My aunt emailed me just a few minutes ago. We had been discussing via email our relationships with our friends. She has always been very strong and very realistic in "tough matters." Today was no exception. In the email she reminded me of the time we spent with my great-grandmother, who was her grandmother. Marah made 5 generations of "us." She recalled a specific and important event that the two of us shared with "Granny." That too is giving me strength today.
At the end of her email, she left a quote that was absolutely perfect for me. And I'll share it with you:
"May the Sun Warm You and the Moon Restore You and May the Stars Shine on You."
Since I collect all things "celestial," I smiled and connected with that instantly.
Chins up everyone. Life is so fragile, so precious and so brief. I want to appreciate every second and appreciate all the many gifts and talents that we as human beings have that will delight, comfort and support each other in the most difficult times.
All the stories, quips and memories that you have shared with me about Frieda serve to remind me just how fortunate I am in my own life. My deep bond, love and affection for my friend Frieda Hudson remains full speed ahead and unwaivering.
Frieda always has full command of "the stage" and God knows I love her for it.

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Thank you for all the emails, calls and extensions of kindness toward Frieda, her family and friends over the past few days. I know I say that over and over, but each gesture has been so appreciated.
Frieda was diagnosed with another stroke. This stroke occurred in the right side of her brain. She remains unresponsive, and in basically the same condition that I posted on Sunday.
Frieda appears comfortable and that is a blessing. We are all praying and asking for peace and comfort for Frieda at this time. I am asking that you do the same for her. Frieda is essentially "stable," yet in critical condition. The most recent stroke was severe. As you all have guessed by now, we are all in basically a state of shock and are finding this both unbelievable and hard to comprehend.
Wayne and I will be leaving to go to Greenville shortly to be with our friend.
I hope that all of you will "be with us" too in thoughts and in prayer. I will continue to tell Frieda who I have spoken with, who has emailed and who has sent cards and well wishes.
She has been so happy to hear from everyone throughout these many weeks in the hospital.
God bless all who read this and just know that your contributions have been and remain so important. Frieda and I had hatched a plan to take all the cards that she had received, "white out" her name and then sell them for half price. (She's always industrious like that!) I'm sharing this to let you know she loves each and every card, note, visit and gift...yet there hasn't been a time yet that we weren't conspiring and hatching some sort of crazy outrageous plan. Feeding off of one another's sense of humor is what we do best.
Blessings, comfort and peace to you all.
-Anne

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It's Sunday night, a bit before midnight. I've been pondering for a while now on how to even approach this post. I drove home from Greenville tonight in stunned silence.
While away at a family reunion over the weekend, I received a call from Karen Winfrey on Saturday morning. She said that Frieda had taken a bad turn and while they didn't have concrete answers, she may have had another stroke. She was not responsive, she was not speaking and something was clearly wrong. I understood that there would be tests involved and Karen would be calling me back as information came in. We talked through the day while Frieda remained the same, there were no answers. Preliminary findings did not show a brain bleed, a stroke or really any concrete issues at all. In other words, a complete mystery. The doctors were not able to determine what caused this sudden and severe deterioration. Frieda was moved up to the 3rd floor north area, into a cardiac step down unit. This is not ICU, but the intermediate care one receives when coming out of ICU. (She was in this type of care after leaving ICU a couple of weeks ago.)
Wayne and I cut our trip short and came home. We knew today that Frieda had not improved at all overnight and in fact, seemed to be worse. On the trip up to Greenville, we guessed, wondered, prayed and simply did not understand what was happening and why.
When we arrived, Frieda's eyes were open, but she was not focused and was completely different than our previous visit. She was essentially unresponsive. The nurse advised us that she had been given the contrasts for tests that would take place "in a couple of hours." So, we sat with Frieda. She seemed clearly uncomfortable. Frieda did not know us. If she did, there was no indication on her part that she recognized our faces or voices. We sat with Frieda as she slept for a couple of hours. A respiratory technician came in to make sure her oxygen levels were correct before she left for tests. There were to be scans from her neck to her pelvis to look for issues. The technician decided to remove the nasal oxygen tube in favor of a mask. He said that she was not "needing" more oxygen per se, but the mask was the best option right now. In fact, he had turned the oxygen up and then determined it was not necessary to give her more, so he turned it back down to the original levels, leaving the mask. We left for a little while when Frieda was out of the room. When she was returned, things were the same. We had been back in the room for about 10 minutes, when she started to open her eyes. She would stare at me with a very puzzled, disoriented look on her face. Yet when I got out of her line of vision, she would become obviously upset. I am still not certain that she knew it was "me" or Wayne even...but it was quite clear that she did not want to be alone. The first word that comes to mind to describe what I saw was "fear." Secondly, I felt she is in pain of some type. This is all so shocking and so incredibly frustrating. Last Sunday, Frieda had a headache. She SAID she had a headache, the nurse brought medication and she swallowed it. It was easy. She said exactly what she wanted and needed, even in terms of being comfortable in her bed.
This Sunday, Frieda is silent. We are stunned and this is all unbelievable.
The nurse, Faye, kept telling us that there is nothing black or white about this condition. There is nothing that is blatantly obvious that has caused this deterioration in Frieda's condition. Faye stayed in the room with us for a few minutes to observe while Frieda's eyes were open. She was able to "track" an ink pen I had in my hand, as well as follow my hand as I moved it back and forth. She opened her eyes when I asked her to, which Faye said she had not done for her today. She did not squeeze my hand when I asked her to or indicate that she knew what I was talking about.
I have my own ideas on what has happened, but it would be presumptuous of me to disclose "feelings" in terms of discussing a medical condition, so we will all wait until reports come back from today's tests. Another brain scan is scheduled for tomorrow. I will post information and findings as I learn about them.
I am asking you now, just as I did back in July, to pray for Frieda. Please send healing energy to her, as now more than ever, she needs it. Obviously, the move to rehab is out of the question and this has been a major blow.
We've dealt with blows before and I will remain prayerful and hopeful that we can soon have answers to what on earth has occurred. Our faith is being tested and we MUST remain positive and reflect on the things Frieda has overcome this far. We cannot take those things away from Frieda by lacking faith that she can overcome this too.
It is painful and difficult because we have no clue what is going on. When the stroke happened back in July, we knew exactly what was going on and WHY Frieda was in the condition that she was at that time.
It has been stunning when I look at how she was making MAJOR progress last week. She wrote, she read, she talked on the phone, she was eating solid food, she was swallowing with no problems whatsoever. She was so excited to get to move to the rehab unit and get to work on "going home."
I am totally baffled as I type this. I will be honest and say this has been so hard to write to you. I have managed to string information together and present it to you in this post. For some reason, even the difficult posts before came much easier than trying to post this one. From the beginning, I knew people both wanted and needed to know what was going on with Frieda and I have given you straight facts of her progress throughout. I must admit, while presenting 'today's facts' to you is what needs to happen, this has been nearly impossible for me to get through.
Pray for Frieda. Pray for her family. Pray that wisdom be imparted to the doctors and medical staff attending her. Pray that answers to this unbelievable setback be brought into the light and that proper measures for healing can begin again.
I am deeply saddened that you are not reading of improvements tonight. Be reminded my friends, that Frieda has fought her way back from the original stroke and we MUST keep the faith FOR FRIEDA that she will pull right out of this situation as well.
I will also pray for all of you wonderful friends and readers of my blog. You are Frieda's FRIENDS and I have gained so much from your extensions of kindness, emails, stories and support. I know your hearts will ache upon reading this. Please let Frieda's strength and courage be a symbol of comfort to you as we wait to learn what is happening.
I wish each of you God's STRENGTH, God's PEACE and God's LOVE as we all search our minds yet again for answers to the question, "WHY?"
FRIEDA WE ARE STILL HERE! WE ARE STILL PRAYING AND YOU CAN DO THIS!!! Hang on Frieda! Answers are coming!!!
As for all of you who read my posts If you need to email me to ask anything, or just to express how you're feeling, please feel free to do so. Of course, the "comments" segment of the blog is open to all. Please use that as often as you want or need to in order to get the fearful thoughts out of the way! That way, you can make plenty of room for HEALING THOUGHTS!!!
I care deeply about how you all are feeling. Please know that.
God bless us all as we search for answers and understanding.
-Annie

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We're at the end of the week already! Seems like I've been a day behind all week, I guess all will be back to normal next week. Speaking of next week....Frieda will be entering rehab on MONDAY! At long last, things are in place and ready for her to start the hard work of rehabilitation. She is SO ready to get going and is so excited to be DOING something each day. It has become monotonous and boring at this point, so it's time for the next level.
Frieda is still improving in many ways each day. In fact, on Wednesday, I did not go to Greenville and we talked on the phone! I don't know which of us was more excited. She was really chatty and laughed when she misplaced a word here and there. I had been telling her for a while that we had put Alltel out of business because we hadn't been on the phone since she went into the hospital. On Wednesday, however, she was clearly excited and elated to be on the telephone. Young Nancy had dialed my number for her mom and away we went. In fact, when I figured it would be just about time for Frieda to get tired, I started to wrap things up and she kept right on talking. At that point, I just let her talk until SHE seemed ready to go. I can't even explain what that felt like to me. I was actually a bit overwhelmed that the conversation was even taking place, but I loved it. Frieda was upbeat and excited. I am confident that she had a good dose of "normal" as well.
If she has made this much progress with very limited rehab up to this point, I can only imagine what kind of progress she will make once she gets going on Monday! I will be seeing her tomorrow, so I'll try to get a post in tomorrow night.
Here's wishing you all a great weekend and it's sounding like a rainy weekend too. We have a family reunion to attend in the middle of the state on Saturday. I'm in hopes the rains hold up until at least Saturday afternoon!
Keep the healing prayers and energy going!!! Next week is going to be a GIANT STEP FORWARD for our Frieda!
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Labor Day has come and gone. Schools have all begun. I guess some folks are clinging to the last gasp of Summer 2007, but I feel a little exhilarated at the thoughts of "autumn." It's my favorite time of year and I always get so excited when I get the first hint of "the smell" that comes with the month of September.
Life is busy, as those of you who read regularly know. Summer was basically a blur, but I am thankful and grateful for each and every day. (Maybe a little tiny bit less grateful for those 98 degree days!)
Routines begin again in the fall of the year. Families have to get the kids back in the groove of going to bed and getting up early. Everything becomes geared toward structure, as opposed to the free wheeling days of summer. I remember as a kid absolutely dreading the last few days of summer because I knew the routine would change. But, after a couple of weeks, everyone was back on track and before you knew it, there was just a blink until the year ended.
This is Marah's senior year of college. I was thinking about that this morning and wondering where on earth TIME goes? It just keeps moving faster and faster...and we just try to keep up I guess. I think Marah is seeing that we weren't kidding when we told her that "the older you get, the faster time goes by."
Don't we all remember being children and time moved SO slowly that it felt like 5 years between New Year's Day and the next Christmas? I am guessing if I were in that time frame today, I could get a lot done! One year "feeling like" 5 years...wow! That would work for me!
I love this time of year. I love the transition into it. I was thinking about the post I wrote that summer was just arriving. That seems like last week. Everything I knew to be "normal" has changed since that post.
I am glad to see this time of year arrive, no doubt about that. But, I am grateful for all the blessings of this summer. I had a rough summer in terms of being stretched in two hundred different directions. Wayne's injury and the surgery to repair his leg thereafter, then Frieda having a stroke added a certainly degree of surrealism to the whole summer. But, we all survived. We made it and we will enter Autumn 2007 with a feeling of gratitude and thanksgiving.
Speaking of Thanksgiving....it won't be long folks! I think I'm catching a little whiff of turkey and dressing right now!
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I had a great conversation with my buddy Melvin Stanforth (arteest extraordinare!) this morning. He has an art show of his work that has been traveling about the state this year and I'm so proud of him I could POP!
Anyway, we were re-living some memories about the opening of the show that took place at the Rocky Mount Arts Center (stunning place!) several months ago. Wayne, Frieda and I attended and it was a totally perfect evening. The title of the show is "Reunion-These Folks Ain't Company." It was really funny how even at the show, there was the feeling of a real reunion...especially in terms of "there's always someone who makes the whole event completely hysterical." That someone for Wayne, Frieda and me was a gentleman called Charles Raynor. We met Charles in the parking lot and of course, Frieda and I struck up a conversation. That turned into Charles being our companion for the evening...and in this post, you'll see how this 60-something man we didn't even know touched our lives forever. He's a rather fussy fellow, but a total comedian. He had us in stitches immediately.
We had a big reunion style dinner, which by the way, Frieda swore was THE best chicken she had ever eaten.
After dinner, a dance troupe had choreographed a routine and everyone was to assemble in the auditorium to see the "Homage to Mel." CharlesRaynor (he said it all in one word) followed dutifully behind Wayne, Frieda and me. Mr. Raynor had already made it quite clear that he did NOT like interpretive dance, as he didn't "understand it." I could feel it in my bones that getting through the homage was going to be difficult. As we entered the auditorium, I elected to stand. I KNEW there was going to be trouble and if Mel Stanforth heard it coming from ME and my crowd, he'd KILL me! The routine started, it was as you would expect any presentation of the art of interpretive dance to be. I was doing ok. I had steeled my jaw. I had bit a hole nearly into my lip and was mostly ignoring the whispering comments of Mr. Raynor. Frieda was right over my left shoulder. Wayne, on the other hand had elected to sit down, so he was hearing NONE of the mumblings going on. At one point, I had actually turned my face into the curtain, as I could feel what we all know as "INAPPROPRIATE LAUGHTER" rising from the depths of my stomach. We've all been there and you know exactly what I'm saying. In the moments that we MOST need to be well-behaved, there is always SOMEONE willing to envelop you into a situation that you're desperately trying not to be involved in. CharlesRaynor was that someone on this night. Frieda and I were containing ourselves fairly well. I had even taken a deep breath and thought, "Whew. I can get through this" when "the statement that rocked my world" occured.
In the pitch black darkness came a voice in my ear. I had no defense. I had no way of knowing it was coming, but there it was. CharlesRaynor whispered, "I like happy dancin'." In a nanosecond, I was completely overcome! I literally ran out of the auditorium and directly to the ladies room, praying I would "make it!" I did make it and in that rest room, I was completely disjointed with laughter! Tears were pouring down my face and I was praying with all my might that no one would come in and see me in that condition. Each time I thought I had composed myself, the laughter returned and there was no stopping it. I could still hear "that voice" making "that statement." I thought I had recovered and left the rest room. I went to the dinner area and though I DETEST black coffee, that is all that was available. I was SURE that would change my focus, but, nope. There I sat. Alone. Black coffee in my hand. Laughing. All by myself. People were looking at me. I wasn't even embarrassed! Yet, I was totally embarrassed! Pretty soon, out comes CharlesRaynor and Frieda. Apparently, they couldn't contain themselves any longer either. We all sat together, two friends and one total stranger, laughing until our sides ached...at four seemingly harmless words. Wayne watched the remainder of the show alone and came out when the homage was finished. He missed the joke, but he was able to tell us about what we had missed. I know the troupe worked hard on the "Homage to Mel." I know they rehearsed and labored for a very long time to present themselves flawlessly.
What a shame. In a fleeting moment, a stranger who touched our lives profoundly FOREVER by the name of CHARLESRAYNOR, upstaged them in one failed swoop with one little comment...."I LIKE HAPPY DANCIN!"
We like HAPPY DANCIN' too CharlesRaynor and we will love you forever for one of the most hysterical memories of my life! Till the end of my days, that evening will be etched into my brain.
Thank you Mel for allowing us to be a part of your celebration.
And thank YOU CharlesRaynor for crossing our paths in such a beautiful way!
Yes, indeed, my friend....we too like HAPPY DANCIN!"
"Reunion-These Folks Ain't Company."
Ain't it the truth, Mel? Ain't it the truth!
PS:
Since we all know or have in our family a "CharlesRaynor" of our very own, Mel and I discussed things that folks of that mindset say...and can get by with. While I was feeding the donkeys, goats, dogs and giving Buckwheat his bottle this morning, I was laughing out loud again and thinking of things I'm sure CharlesRaynor has come up with at his own family reunions. Here are some of those imaginings:
* "Don't Aunt (pronounced "ain't) Nelda look good since she finally got her upper plate?"
* "Did you see what Luola wore today? Looks like a dog bed to me."
* "I tasted of your mama's green beans. Since she got that high cholesterol, she quit using fat meat in 'em and they ain't near as good. She just cain't cook no more."
And last but not least...
* "My Lord, did you see Judy and Paul's baby? It's about the ugliest baby I've ever seen, BLESS ITS HEART, but Lord, don't tell 'em I said nothing. It cain't help it if it's kin to them Lawson's."
ENJOY!!! And remember those comedians in our lives that make everything just a little more memorable!

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It's Sunday evening and it has been a busy weekend. So, here we go on the update!
The "For What It's Worth Frieda Fan's" sale was a great success! Thank you ALL so much for your visits, donations, purchases and kind spirits. Everyone was so upbeat, involved and I am so glad that we had the event. It seemed to mean so much to everyone to participate and "DO SOMETHING" for Frieda. As I said before, Frieda will just be sorry she missed it!
So many folks have emailed to ask "what can I do" and this was a perfect way as a community to get together, and everyone could participate. Thank you so much.
Today, Candy Bohmert and I went up to visit. When we got there, Frieda was dressed and watching TV. After a few minutes of getting a few things in order for Frieda, we set about a good visit. We joked, laughed, and enjoyed our afternoon together. She was upbeat and quite ready to take a pot shot at me when the opportunity presented itself.
Candy and I tag teamed Frieda with lots of lotion and "girly" stuff. She absolutely LOVED it! She closed her eyes and just let us get rid of that hospital dry skin. I worked on her right hand for a long time until her fingers and hand were supple enough to get her splint on. The splint helps to keep her fingers and thumb on her right hand outstretched so they don't get stiff. Once we got the splint on, she said "THAT FEELS BETTER!"
A great revelation today was hearing Frieda READ! We were looking at all the "toys" you get when you're getting therapy of any kind. We were joking because I have the same collection at home from my hip replacement. I was still working on Frieda's hand and fingers and Candy handed a bag to her. It contained something that looked akin to a riding crop. I asked Frieda what she was going to do with it, Candy was offering suggestions and they were plotting on how she could pop my head if I hurt her hand.
I couldn't believe my ears when she began reading "LEG LIFT RIGID," to which I replied "WHAT DID YOU SAY??" Frieda read it again and I started to laugh. I asked again what she was doing. In a totally Frieda response, she said, "I CAN READ." I asked Candy to pass over a container of silly putty and asked Frieda to read the lid for me and she did. Candy and I were very excited to say the least. When I asked her when she started reading she said "I don't know...I've been reading." That was enough for me.
I know I sound repetitive, but each day something new and wonderful occurs and I am so thankful and so grateful for every little action. Candy is thrilled with the improvement she sees each time she visits. It was so good to have a "girls" day together, to pamper and spoil Frieda and to just be together as friends. It's almost as though the hospital aspect of things just disappears during those times. Things feel normal and I totally believe that in itself is so helpful and HEALTHFUL for Frieda in her recovery process.
She was talking a little bit off the topic about Sam Elliott (the actor) today. Frieda has always thought he was just something else again...and when the name "Sam" came up in conversation, I just had to laugh when Frieda kept saying "Sam Elliott." I guess Sam Elliott is as good to talk about as anything!
Frieda had on HER comfy clothes and looked great in her lounging flannels and a Pamlico News shirt.
Each day is a great day and that's what is wonderful.
I want to thank each and every person who participated in any way at the sale. There are so many that I'll have to do a post listing names and thank you's. It was a beautiful exchange of love and support and all of us there appreciated your help so much. I will do a "thank you post" this week. For now, I felt that this post needed to be about Frieda.
Here's hoping you're all having a happy and safe last hurrah of summer. Hard to believe, but tomorrow is Labor Day! Enjoy the time off!
And for me, I'll give a great big Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......AUTUMN is upon us! That pleases me immensely!
Thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!

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