tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210656011646178637.post4340446935772460239..comments2023-09-27T09:57:20.684-05:00Comments on robbinswrites: PrioritiesKathy Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00249409357488805620noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210656011646178637.post-84167688155077090072012-02-16T21:41:55.911-06:002012-02-16T21:41:55.911-06:00Jan, thank you for your comments and your incredib...Jan, thank you for your comments and your incredible wise insight. It had never occurred to me that this could have been because of treatments of any kind, but that would make sense. You have really made me think, and gently convicted me of the fact that we don't know what others are going through. Every time I try to figure it out on my own, I am wrong. Thank you so much for your insight. <br />Blessings,<br />Kathykrobbins100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210656011646178637.post-30048183539544155392012-02-16T17:51:56.581-06:002012-02-16T17:51:56.581-06:00Interesting post. I'm a people watcher when w...Interesting post. I'm a people watcher when waiting in the mall or waiting in line. I often wonder about people. As a nurse I often diagnoses ailments while watching people. I know - silly, but after all I'm a nurse and a lot of nursing is observation skills. <br /><br />My thought when I read your post was this lady has cancer or is going thro some sort of treatment that causes nausea, dry mouth, and sweating. Sometimes people use hard candy as a way to help keep their mouths moist, help with the altered taste of chemo, help with nausea, and to help with the taste if they throw up. '<br /><br />Now that's what I would have been thinking (as a nurse) if she came thro my line. We never know the stories behind people. We look at people and thing they must have it 'made'. We look at their homes and we are a little envious. <br /><br />One day I met the couple that lived in a home that I passed every day on my way to and from work. It was a beautiful house with a beautiful yard and garden. I envisioned the people there as wealthy, happy, and comfortable. I found out the wife who was fairly young had been diagnosed with Alzheimers and her husband, who happened to be a physician, had cut back on his practice so he could help take care of her. <br /><br />From then on, I never looked at a home and thought "they're lucky. they must have it made". There are broken hearts everywhere. Everybody needs someone. Everyone is fighting a battle. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing this. You really made me think.Jan Macynoreply@blogger.com