Who am I?

Marcia PurseI’m a writer, a dreamer, a mother, a gardener, a roleplayer, a web designer. I now live in the home I’d wanted all my life – my back yard slopes down to a lake, and as I sit here and work, all I have to do is tilt my head to look out over the water.

I struggle with bipolar 2 disorder – mostly the depressive side – and with money, with back problems, with clutter, with housework, with self-discipline. I live alone. I like it that way.

I have three cats – Lucy, 14,¬† Cricket, 8, and Buzz, 2. Lucy is black with a faint white necklace and a larger white spot on her chest – thus Lucy Lockett. She has a deep bass purr. Cricket is pewter and obviously has some Russian Blue in her ancestry, and her purr is so soft it can’t be heard, only felt, unless she is up next to your ear. And Buzz is an orange tabby with the loudest purr I’ve ever heard.

I have two grown children Рunofficially adopted, the children of my heart. I met them online when they were young teenagers. Brilliant, creative, hilarious and loving, they are joys in my life, the ridiculous dragon and the brooding angel. They have their own parents, but they call me Mommy.

I am Echo. I am Marcia.

Photo: ©2012 by Wendy Purse

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Coronary Artery Disease? From Where?

Last Wednesday I had a stress echocardiogram, and the results were “abnormal.” I don’t have the technical knowledge to understand the medical gibberish in the report, but the bottom line is that my doctor suspects “severe coronary artery disease.” So on Wednesday I have an appointment to see a cardiac nurse practitioner.

Heart disease runs deep in my family history. After getting furious with his doctor, who had missed a key indicator for diabetes on a routine blood test (Daddy noticed it and pointed it out), my father went home and had a heart attack at 62. For the next 13 years he had many long periods of decent health, but also many angiograms and angioplasties, not just in his coronary arteries but in femoral and carotid arteries as well. He was up on the roof one day in 1996, happy as could be cleaning tree and leaf debris off, and died in his sleep that night.

One of my younger brothers had a quintuple bypass while still in his 40s. Mom had atrial fibrillation and congestive heart failure. Continue reading

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