What Happens to the Toilet Door?

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And so, as it all draws to a close and the end is in sight, the other Big Question remains: what happens to the toilet door?

Is there another life, another purpose, another house, another destination?

Does this door have another use in a different world? Is it hung (hanged?) again, rising up in glory; or does it end up in a fire – from dust to dust, from ashes to ashes?

It has had its life, and weathered the storm. It has served its purpose. Some would say well, others not!

Most doors just hang. Others make a difference – they leave a legacy.

Like the holes in His hands, this door has four holes to remind mankind of the fickleness of Life. There are so many questions and so few answers.

Yes, the door has been open and shut, moved back and forth, locked and unlocked. It has had its life.

It is battered and bruised. It has scars to tell the tales. It has A story to tell.

If only doors could talk!

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him and he with me.

I Put it to You …

Tuesday 18 March 2014

7 years 6 months on …

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The stories are happening at an alarming rate. World news that is, and with the benefit of modern technology, it all unfolds right in front of you in your living room.

One needs lots of time to follow it all. And I have lots of time. As the CBD progresses, I am spending more and more time at home. The TV and the internet has become my window on the world.

Its been civil war in Syria, the take-over of Crimea by Russia, the disappearance of the Malayan Boeing 777  and the Oscar Pistorius murder trial. Theories and more theories abound.

But another story for us is the ongoing fight with our medical aid. It’s not a unique fight.

Because of a change in Pera’s employment status, we have moved from one medical aid to another. Despite assurances that my medication would be covered, we have now for two months being fighting to get my Carbilev and my Lyrica tablets paid for by the medical aid. These meds are my life-savers and after seven years, we have got the dosage, timing and frequency down to a fine art. Now the new medical aid says NO, we won’t pay for those, you need to take generics.

We haven’t even got to the physio, bio, massaging, exercising etc etc yet!

The fact that degenerative brain diseases are not included as PMB’s (Prescribed minimum benefit illnesses) does not help at all.

So I put it to you, those of us with these illnesses are being discriminated against, and so we have another fight on our hands.

It’s easy dealing with CBD. It’s hard dealing with beaurocracy.

The Ides of March

Tues 11 March 2014

7 years 6 months on …

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Physically, the CBD appears to be racing on   …   left arm, left leg, right arm, memory, mind … and mentally it’s taking its toll too …

I’m not getting anything done and that frustrates me. My arms are becoming just too heavy to lift.

There’s pain, discomfort, twitching, spasms, weakness all rolled into one.

That one being me and my body (or should I say my body and I!).

I must admit I’m an avid Channel 199 follower and I’ve even taken to Twitter! It’s become clear to me just how important language is; the right word, the wrong place, the wrong word, the right place, and once uttered it’s out and can’t be retracted!

I must admit I’m spending more and more time in front of the TV – it’s my eye on the world and keeps me sane. Right now there’s so much on the go, besides Ch 199.

A missing Boeing, a War waiting to happen, wet coal and load shedding, cricket that rains out …when is the Nkandla report out?

So I put it to you, and I’ll come back to that later, but what interests me, who ratted on the bullet in the restaurant and through the sunroof?

Wednesday is my 200th ED IS IN WED interview on AlgoaFM. My thanks to the radio station and especially to Lance du Plessis for indulging me for four years now and in so doing raising the awareness of people living with illness. My thanks to all the listeners for tuning in, writing and calling. You are the wind beneath my wings!

Oscar Pistorius, our flawed hero, has fallen …

Read this exceptional article by Justice Malala

His story was so incredible, so exceptional, that South Africa clung to his legend. Now come months of darkness and doubt

The Guardian, Thursday 14 February 2013 18.26 GMT

For us South Africans, and for many across the globe, it is impossible to watch Oscar Pistorius run without a stir of emotion, without wanting to break down and cry and shout with joy. Pistorius is no ordinary hero: he is that rare thing, a man with an almost-impossible narrative.

It is not a rags to riches story, a poor boy made good – we have many of those here and on the African continent. His story is more intense. To be without legs, and to become the epitome of excellence in the very field where you are not supposed to excel: that is the stuff of legends. That is why many of us here, when talking about Pistorius, take on the hyperbole of sportswriters. We like an impossible story.

And we loved him for it. We adored him. Black or white, athletics-loving or not, his was a story that inspired a country that is quick to cleave along racial lines. He shattered those barriers. He was just what he was: the Blade Runner, the hero. As a testament to his place in our psyche, on our roads massive billboards smiled down on us, reminding us of the man who had achieved the impossible. It is the stuff of goosebumps.

Those billboards were being pulled down on Thursday. Pistorius, hero, had gone from being a figure of sympathy in the morning – when stories went viral that the shooting of a woman at his house may have been a case of mistaken identity – to being accused of murder in the evening as police revealed there were reports of shouting at his house the evening before.

It is all too early to tell. The story changed by the hour over the day, and will continue to change as Pistorius makes a first appearance in court on Friday and investigations continue. We will not know whether he is guilty or innocent for some months yet.

What we do know is that a hero is fallen, and on Thursday you could see the effect of that on South Africa. Political animals like me forgot, for hours on end, that the president of the country was about to give his state of the nation address in the evening; lovers turned away from soppy Valentine’s Day celebrations. It was Oscar all the way.

Why, though? There have always been niggling, worrying features to Pistorius. At the London Olympics last year, when he behaved in an unsportsmanlike manner towards another athlete and shocked many, we were reminded of his flaws.

On Thursday, many were mining his Twitter account and past newspaper reports about him. There was the gun by the bedside and the rifle by the window seen by British journalists years ago. There was the tweet describing how he walked into his house, thought there was a burglar and went into “recon mode”. There was the drinking and the short temper.

In the morning, though, when the story first broke, there was no touching Pistorius. His model girlfriend – a sign of status among jock sportsmen – was coming in to give him a Valentine’s surprise, went the story. Many would not dare contemplate the alternative. It reminds one how we South Africans refused to believe that Hansie Cronje could be anything other than the gentleman cricketer so many thought he was.

In a country of very few heroes, particularly those who transcend the always-present colour line, we do not want them to flicker and die. So we clung to that narrative.

The truth, however, is that South Africa is a country of violence. We have often been labelled the “crime capital of the world”, and many like Pistorius own firearms, supposedly to protect themselves from burglars and robbers. Last week, the country was in mourning after a 17-year-old girl died after being gang-raped. It is who we are. Perhaps that is why we struggled to accept that “one of us” might have pulled the trigger – with tragic consequences.

Worse, he is not just one of us. When our Olympics team was in the doldrums at the Games, we knew one truth: Pistorius would redeem us. He ran his guts out, and did. Now he is fallen, and we are lost.

Here is the News …

Friday 15 February 2013 : 6 years 5 months on …

Physical Deuce / Mental Deuce

In life there is not much that goes according to the plan. As much as we think we are in control, we are seldom in the driving seat.

In the grand scheme of worldly things, this week was planned to bring in income for the retailers, wholesalers and manufacturers in that farcical exercise known as Happy Valentines Day!

It’s a day designed by the business people to let the tills ring at a spot somewhere between Christmas and Easter when the tills normally ring anyway. It serves the same purpose as Fathers Day, Mothers Day, Halloween Day, Back-to-School Day  and whatever other day – turnover driven days under the guise of whatever feel good day can be dreamed up!

The other planned event this week was the State of the Nation address by the President Jacoob Zuma and the opening of Parliament on Thursday

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But what should have taken centre-stage was driven into the background and eclipsed by two other events which have become the media business’s Valentines Day, Christmas, Easter and Valentine all rolled into one.

Firstly, the very tragic death of Port Elizabethan and model Reeva Steenkamp and the subsequent arrest of paralympian, role model and home-grown hero Oscar Pistorius, charged with her murder.

Secondly, the meteor shower in Russia that has injured a thousand people.

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I guess the State of the South African Nation was always meant to take the back seat at this time. Even the sale of horse meat masquerading as beef in Europe in the human food supply chain would eclipse the State of our Nation!

My hopes and prayers are with all the people affected by these terrible tragedies of the past few days, and with our beautiful country, and with those in control!