|Frank getting ready to go down on the table|
|Dr. Bret measuring his legs|
|Now for the treatment|
I finally found out what was causing it. I wear a heal lift and when I had some special Diabetic shoes made, I asked if they could build the lift in my shoe. I knew something was wrong, and after talking to Dr. Bret about it, I decided to to take out the insert of my shoe and discovered they had made the lift way to high. So every day that I get on the "dreadmill" I was way out of alignment. So any way, I made sure that I saw Dr. Bret on his last day before vacation, and sure enough the day he left I had the pain happen again getting up from my chair. So needless to say, I was a happy camper when he came home. Both Frank and I had a treatment Monday.
On Sunday, I had a surprise visit from Bret and Sierra. It was great seeing Sierra again as I haven't seen her since school let out. She was so busy...........first girls camp, then she and her Mom went to California for a Shakespeare work class, and when she got home from that Bret and Laura took her to meet her grandparents in the Salt Lake area. Then she headed back to Idaho to spend time with her Grandma and Grandpa Allen. We had a really nice visit catching up on all the happenings in our lives.
I was so excited the other day to see a friend who actually is related to my son Garen's wife. She told me that my grandson Zachary had a mission call, and would be going to Washington DC. I am so excited, and yet sad that I have to hear everything second hand, and then I won't be able to attend his farewell. How did things get so bad????? I ask myself. It is way to late now, the damage is done as my grand kids are all grown up, and at the ages that grand parents aren't on the top of their priority lists to keep in touch with.
None of them want any thing to do with me, and must think that I am this horrible grandma. If only they knew the truth. Maybe some day they will. I will take blame on my part for some of the things I have said, but there is a whole lot more to the story. I love my grand kids and I hope someday they will know this, and will know how much I have suffered the loss of them not being a part of my life. It has been heart breaking for me. I have great grand kids that I have never seen, and another one on the way. I know one thing for sure, I would never say anything bad about their parents to them. I would never want to be that kind of a person.
I have to say here that I am so grateful for the grand kids that are in my life, and the two great grand babies that I get to see quite often. I have step grand kids that love me and think of me as their blood grand mother and I love them very much. They have been really good to me keeping me in their lives.