Thursday, May 28, 2015

Living Wills

Fewer than half of Americans older than 65 have a living will or advanced directive according to a recent Consumer Reports National Research Center survey.  Without this document, which spells out healthcare preferences, should you be unable to speak for yourself, your intentions for your healthcare may be unknown.

A living will is a document that specifies your healthcare wishes should you become ill and unable to speak for yourself.  A living will cannot take effect unless a person is determined by two physicians to be terminally ill or in a permanently vegetative state.

Some people are reticent to complete a living will because they believe that the document only withholds treatment at end of life. Some may also be concerned  that doctors would be slower to initiate treatment or not give a patient an adequate chance to recover should they know that there is a living will. In truth, the writer of the document can give directions for any and all types of care and can request aggressive care should that be their preference. 

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Specific instructions for tube feeding, mechanical ventilation, resuscitation, and organ donation can – and should be included in your directives.

Medical issues can become complicated, so it is advised that you consult with your physician prior to finalizing your living will document. At that time, you can clarify with the doctor any medical questions you may have. This would insure that your wishes are being communicated effectively and clearly in your document.

Examples of Living Will documents can be easily found from the internet. Some people prefer to utilize their attorney for document preparation. Once your documents are completed to your satisfaction, it is important to provide copies to your health care proxy and your physician and to carry documents with you when you vacation in case of unexpected illness.

This article was written with information from Consumer Reports on Health, March 2015.

Vegetable Egg Casserole


Ø  ½ pound potatoes sliced, (use a combination of sweet potatoes and Yukon gold potatoes)

Ø  1 medium onion, diced

Ø  2 cloves garlic, minced

Ø  1 red pepper, diced

Ø  8oz portabella mushrooms, sliced

Ø  8oz baby spinach

Ø  ½ cup cheddar/jack cheese blend, shredded

Ø  Salt and pepper to taste

Ø  10 eggs


Ø  Preheat oven to 350 degrees

Ø  Line a baking sheet in a single layer with sliced potatoes. Drizzle with a little olive oil. Add salt and pepper. Bake for about 20 minutes.

Ø  Spray a 9 x 13 pan with cooking spray and spread roasted potatoes into baking dish.

Ø  In a large skillet, sauté onions, garlic and red pepper until tender. Spread on top of potatoes in pan. Add mushrooms to skillet and sauté until tender and add to pan.

Ø  Finally, sauté spinach in skillet with a little water until wilted and add to pan.

Ø  In a medium bowl, beat eggs and add salt and pepper to taste. Pour egg mixture over vegetables in pan and top with cheese.

Ø  Bake for about 30 minutes or until eggs are firmly cooked and an internal temperature of 180 degrees is reached.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Didn't We

Didn't We
By: Larry E. Slaughterbeck
1st Place Poem, Poetry Contest 2015

It was a hot and muggy August day at the county fair…only last year…

Someone from my youth…now my past…

the wife of my high school buddy, happy to see me, asked…

“Could you check on him in the restroom?”

I opened the door; my soul was filled with delight to see him…

He greeted me with my old high school nickname…

…our hands reached out, firmly grasped, then the smile from his face faded…

Befuddled he asked: “Have you seen my jacket?”

I wondered…It was over ninety and humid.

He held on to my hand, “Didn’t we play football together?”

“In the springtime plow the farm fields on an International tractor?”

“Didn’t we?” In bewilderment, I nodded…We were like brothers in the fifties.

He was six feet…athletic…crew-cut…

The first day of our freshman year we shared the same locker…

A bond that would lead us on a great adventure…

Mrs. Murbaugh’s English classes, Trig and Algebra, the county track meets…

There was Homecoming, Sock Hops, the Junior and Senior Proms.

The restroom door opened slightly and it was his wife’s voice, “Is everything ok?”

“I’m looking for my jacket!” “Honey, It’s home in our closet.”

Tears filled his eyes and quietly he spoke: “I forgot who I am.”

I realized…I was now the keeper of those precious memories…

Those of our youth…that began on an autumn day in fifty-six…and now are no more than a leaf hanging on…till the winds of November blows them away…

Controlling the Present

Controlling the Present
By: Shelby Hardesty
2nd Place Poem, Poetry Contest 2015

I like to envision the past and the present, sitting side by side,

Me, sitting in my remote controlled recliner, thinking about the past;

 Grandma, rocking in her old wooden rocker, wondering how her simple life had gone by so fast.

 I feel like an astronaut sitting in my chair,

Ready to be launched into space somewhere;

I pick up the remote, so I can gain control,

Should I push the button to go up, or push the one to go down?

Do I want my feet high in the air, or down there on the ground?

Such decisions must be made, just to get out of this chair.

So here I sit in captivity, depending on a mindless, programmed chair.

What will be my destiny, does anyone really care?

I’ll send an e-mail message to my friend to come rescue me,

But I forget the password which belongs to only me.

I’ll try to text a message on my new iPhone,

I find the numbers are too small for these old eyes to see;

And my fingers are way too large and shaky to touch each little key.

They say that life has improved over time,

And that life was harder before;

But at least you were in control, which isn’t true anymore.

A world of buttons, remotes, and keyboards control my very being,

Give me back the simple life, when I knew what I was doing;

Life in present time is simply, too confusing.

I Want to Sit at Turkey Foot Creek

I Want to Sit at Turkey Foot Creek
By: Jeanne Mohler
Honorable Mention, Poetry Contest 2015

I want to sit at Turkey Foot Creek,

And watch the leaves,

The bees and butterflies


I want to drink a glass of wine

And have a cigarette of mine

I want to be that girl with reddish hair,

And no thought of time


Free to be a falling, laughing ass

With a friend of like mind and lots of sass.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Movie Night: Still Alice

Join us for the film "Still Alice" at 5 p.m. on Tuesday, May 19 at the Cla-Zel Theatre. RSVP by calling 419-353-5661.