Hobbies are known as activities that one engages in for fun and relaxation, but not related to an occupation.
Prior to my illness, I had a few hobbies that I really enjoyed, most of which involved being outside and playing with my kids. Backyard baseball, softball, basketball, football, fishing, and swimming kept me busy while providing quality time with the ones I loved most. I also enjoyed reading, mostly Nicholas Sparks, and writing poetry. It's no secret that having hobbies can be beneficial when living with a chronic illness. Anything that can help take your mind away from your symptoms is well worth it. For a while, I was able to keep these hobbies after my diagnosis. However, in the past year, some of my hobbies have been changing. My symptoms have been in a whirlwind. Constant nausea, abdominal pain, and fatigue keep me from being able to actively engage or enjoy my once valued hobbies. As much as I love the idea of going outside and playing ball with my kids, I just don't have enough energy, not to mention the other symptoms. Knowing how important it is to relax my mind and focus on other things besides my body, I have searched and searched for new hobbies. I would love to say that I crochet and knit. I actually welcomed the idea and my husband purchased a load full of yarn. The yarn is neatly packed in a box beside my recliner. I downloaded countless youtube videos and went crazy pinning craft ideas on pinterest. I was so excited and had great plans. I was going to create scarves, beanies, little animals, etc to donate to the children's hospital and sell to raise money for Gastroparesis research. Unfortunately, I have not been successful at learning how to do any of this. For some reason, I couldn't stay focused what I was doing. Hopefully, one day I can add this to my list of hobbies. Sometimes reading or watching movies are hobbies for me. It just depends on how my day is, symptom wise. If my symptoms are low, I can become engaged in the storyline and find real enjoyment. Even finding myself lost in the story, feeling all the emotions of the characters. I love it when that happens. I wish reading and watching movies could take me away from my everyday symptoms more often. I would like to say that researching and online advocacy for Gastroparesis is a hobby. In some ways it is. Creating T-shirts, creating videos, blogging, FB messages, tweets, etc are all ways that I try to escape the way that I'm feeling and help improve the overall prognosis of living with Gastroparesis. I find the information and knowledge insightful, while also enjoying the connections and friendships that are made. Attending my daughter's softball games are also a hobby of mine. I loved playing softball, throughout my years in school, and seeing her play brings back many fond memories. I love watching her play, she makes me so proud. Yet, sometimes it takes all of my energy just to get there. It would be nice if I said that going to her ballgames, helps hide and mask my symptoms, but sadly that's not the case. While enjoying being out and being at her game, I still have to battle the abdominal pain and nausea, which the heat increases. I also have to be extra careful not to become more dehydrated than I already am. Yes, I enjoy the time and will continue to push myself to attend the games. I'll just need extra rest the following day. Listening to music has become a new hobby of mine. I never really listened to music, unless I was in the car or my husband was grilling out. However, now I spend hours of the day listening to the music with my ear buds. I have gained an appreciation for contemporary Christian music. Artist such as Matthew West, Josh Wilson, Tenth Avenue North, and Chris Tomlin are a few favorites of mine that help me relax. I may not have many hobbies, yet the ones I do have keep me going from day to day. New ones will surely arise eventually. Maybe one of yours? Now that you know more about me, I'd enjoy hearing from you. What are your favorite hobbies and why?
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CHALLENGE: Reflection. #HAWMC As I sat down to write today's post, I began pondering over what I should write about. I have shared my medical story many times over and wanted today's post to be different. Then the idea hit me; I've been dealing with gastroparesis non-stop for over 2 years now and have crossed paths with a variety of medical providers. Why not reflect on the medical care I have received? Why not share what determines if a physician is remarkable, acceptable, or unacceptable in my eyes? Thus, my blog: What Defines a Doctor from a Patient's Point of View was started. My relentless journey with the inability to eat, pain, nausea, and other debilitating symptoms from Gastroparesis began in Feb of 2013. Since then, I have had experiences with numerous medical providers, Some of the physicians I became very fond of, others I couldn't get away fast enough, with the majority just being acceptable. All of them had medical degrees with the purpose of healing. Successful physicians can be found in all of the categories. However, the patient experience varies greatly. So why were they so different? What defined these physicians? EGOtistical Doctors All of you, I am sure have had doctors like this. You can't ignore them and you can't get away from them fast enough. These are the doctor's that walk into the room with EGO written all over them. Their presence screams, "I am almighty! I know everything and you don't know anything." These doctors are the ones that are able to make a diagnosis based on just your medical charts and labs alone, before ever stepping in the door. Rarely do they even have a seat. They are fast speaking and ask limited questions, most of which are answered with a simple yes or no. They do not allow you, the patient, to describe your ailments, share concerns, or ask questions. Why should they? They already have your diagnosis made, remember. The EGOtistical doctor doesn't care what you have to say and may even belittle you if you question their diagnosis. If a prescription is made, this style doctor doesn't explain why or how the medicine will work or what side effects to beware of. Before you know it, the doctor is out the door and you are on your way - most of the time more confused and frustrated than you were before entering. EGOtistical doctors also despise their patients asking to see someone else for a second , opinion. In fact, they are known to discharge you from their care if you consider a second opinion. They already know that they are always right, so no second opinion is ever needed in their minds. Addtionally, EGOtistical doctors do not know you. They do not see you as a person. Many times doctors in this category are very intimidating. Personally, I hate appointments with doctor's like this! Unfortunately, we can't always avoid them. When possible ties can be cut, but if inpatient that's not always feasible. Acceptable Doctors Most of my medical experiences would fall in this category. In my mind, acceptable doctor's still depend heavily on your medical chart and have an idea of what their diagnosis will be before walking in the door. However, while in your presence, they do ask meaningful questions and allow you time to answer and describe your symptoms. These doctors seem to listen, welcome questions that you may have, and provide answers to the best of their knowledge. If a prescription is given, this style doctor will explain why they are prescribing it and how it will help. The acceptable doctor will usually agree to you having a second opinion if you so desire, though rarely bring the notion up themselves. As a patient, we usually keep these doctors. They meet our medical needs, their care is tolerable, acceptable, and pleasant. We don't want to switch to another doctor in fear of ending up with an EGOtistical doctor. Remarkable Doctors I have been extremely blessed to have met some remarkable doctors! In all of my years, I have met a select few that would fall in this category. All of them were met during the past 2 1/2 years as a result of my Gastroparesis. All of them were unique and have their own individual personalities, yet share many similarities. If ALL medical providers could model themselves after these remarkable doctors, healthcare would change dramatically. So what makes them so remarkable? In my opinion and from my personal experiences, remarkable doctors portray their humanity. When they walk in the door, they are truly there for you. They are not preoccupied and they are not rushed. Remarkable doctors genuinely want to know what is going on with you and why. They care and it's evident in the discussion you have. That's right, discussion. The visits with these doctors are not mirrored as an interview. Instead, the doctor and the patient works as a true team. During the conversation, the doctor and patient discuss what's been going on, why it may be occurring, what helps and what makes it worse, and possible solutions. This doctor has read over the medical chart and will even refer back to it during the visit, but if he/she has a possible diagnosis in their mind, it's not definitive until after talking with the patient. This style of doctor helps the patient feel comfortable and relaxed. They are not intimidating and actually offer encouragement and empathy. They address concerns or worries that you may have, sometimes even prior to the patient asking. This style doctor will sit near you, hold eye contact, and even share personal experiences that they may have had themselves. Remarkable doctors do not take credit in knowing everything. They are honest with the patient and even admit when you are embarking on new territory together. They may suggest getting a second opinion, even offering to refer you themselves. They may reach out to their peers for advice. They may share how they have been thinking about your situation after hours. They may share a video that they found and uploaded to their phone, just to better explain your condition and/or treatment. Regardless, they don't give up and continue searching for the best treatment options for you. Remarkable doctors are "real". They are also able to comfort your fears with reassurance. They find ways to answer your questions, no matter how trivial, and help ensure that you understand. In rare occasions, they may even keep in touch with you and your condition via email contact. These outstanding doctors are amazing team players, willing to communicate not only with you, but also communicating with your other healthcare providers. A patient NEVER wants to let go of these doctors, as it is too difficult to find another remarkable doctor to replace them. As stated before, I have had the privilege to experience care from a few doctors that belong in the remarkable category, all within the past 2 1/2 years. Two of them while inpatient. If I do end up being inpatient again in the future, which I hope is not the case, I would gladly accept them as my doctor again. There's been a couple of doctors and/or medical providers that I have seen that could very likely be placed in this category. I believe that both my GI and PCP for the past couple of years were remarkable, caring, and compassionate doctors. However, due to both moving out of state, I am now in the process of rebuilding my medical team. I am hopeful that my new doctors will also be in the "remarkable" category. It sure would be less daunting if remarkable doctors were the norm, not the exception. How about you? What qualities define your medical providers? As part of my WEGO Health writing challenge, I was asked to write about a "dream vacation." If I could go anywhere in the world where would I go? At first my mind began flooding of various possibilities: Australia, Paris, Alaska, Hawaii, the Caribbean. But then my mind hesitated. Even without financial worries, would these really by my "dream vacation"? The more I considered the question, the more my mind thought about my past few vacations...... July 2013 - Just a few months after Gastroparesis made an impact on my life. I was just beginning to learn how to live with not only Gastroparesis, but also a feeding tube that I had received during my 2nd hospitalization in May 2013. I was sore but strong willed. This illness and tube would not define my life. My family and I headed to New York City. I had been looking forward to visit NY for many years, and now my family and I were actually going to be there. I was so excited! Overall, we had a nice time. Due to my lack of energy, we depended on subways, taxis, and tour buses to move us around. We were unable to have a true NY experience, since I was unable to physically walk around and explore, but we were OK with that. We had a lot of fun even if I was exhausted; At times didn't even think I would make it to the subway or back to the hotel, but I did and it was definitely worthwhile. I returned home very sore and fatigued, but felt strong mentally, and loved the time I had with my family. I looked forward to returning again with more energy. (Little did I know that my level of energy would continue to dwindle as days, weeks, months, and even years moved on.) Spring 2014 - My family decided to take an extended weekend trip to the mountains, just a few hours away. We had reserved a cabin and planned on it being a low key, relaxing with each other, kind of trip. Overall, we enjoyed our time at the cabin. My husband cooked the majority of the meals outside on the grill, had a smore cookout one night, and enjoyed time in the jacuzzi. (I swear if I had a jacuzzi, I would live in it.) I'm not sure if it was from trying a little bit of a biscuit or from eating a graham cracker, or just me, but that Sat night my husband almost had to take me to the ER for intense pain that my meds would not help. The next day, we spent the day at the cabin, mostly watching TV and playing on technology devices. Once again, we were trying to stay away from the ER. I was so thankful that my kids didn't seem to be irritated about how our trip ended. I honestly believe it bothered me much more than them. I was so upset and hurt. Yes, I enjoyed the time with my family, but why did I have to feel so bad. What was wrong with me? How could I change it? Summer 2014- My husband and kids took a few small vacations, involving just 1 or 2 nights away without me. My symptoms from Gastroparesis and side effects from my medicines were too much for me to handle and I did not want to hinder their fun and enjoyment. I wanted my kids to have a great time! I didn't want to be a burden to them. They went deep sea fishing a few times and to Kings Dominion, all of which I wished I could have been a part of. It was extremely difficult for me to stay home. I desired to be with them so much. I felt so isolated. But how could I have gone? I could barely do anything at home. At least I was able to stay busy by spending the majority of my days with my dear grandmother (MAMA). October 2014 - Now this was a magical trip for me! God really blessed me here. I had just lost my grandmother a few weeks earlier. My kids and I were hurting emotionally from letting her go, even though we knew that she was in a better place. To ease our pain, my husband and I decided to embark on a family trip to the Nascar Race in Charlotte. We even purchased PIT Passes, which was a first for us all. I didn't know how this would work out, but I pleaded with God to please help me be able to enjoy this time with my kids. I have to say, God truly answered my prayers. My nausea, pain, fatigue were present, but at least they remained tolerable and I was able to hide them from the family. We were able to meet a few of the race car drivers, including my all-time favorite Martin Truex, Jr. We had great seats and ALL of us had a fantastic time! Memories were definitely made on this trip that will last a lifetime. I am sad to say, that was my last vacation. My issues seem to have progressively gotten worse. I am literally scared to take a trip anywhere; especially when simple outings to the grocery store, child's sporting events, and even a movie have become difficult for me. Hopefully, this will all turn around and change soon. So back to the question: If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I go? What would be my dream vacation? My answer would have to be another magical weekend like the one in Charlotte. I need a symptom free weekend with my kids! I want a vacation where I am able to ACTIVELY have fun with them. I know they'd love to return to Disney World, being they were too young to truly remember the last time when we went, or a return trip to NY. (Both which are hard for me to even fathom presently.) We've briefly thought about renting an RV and taking a road trip, possibly to TN, MO, or IN. At least I would always have a place to lay down if needed. I'd love to return to another Nascar race and possibly even see Martin Truex, Jr again. I just don't know when to tell if a vacation is feasible. How can I know when I will have a "good" weekend? How can I make plans in advance, when I don't even know how today will be? All I know is that any vacation that results in having fun with my 3 kids is what makes my vacations memorable. My kids are what keep me going. I don't believe it's the location that truly matters. I don't really care where I go, near or far, as long as we are able to spend quality time as a family. To be perfectly honest, I think I'm just in need of a vacation from myself. Or better yet a vacation from Gastroparesis. Then all vacations with my family will be dream vacations for me! Everyone has stressful events occur day in and day out. Whether it's a bad day at work, an argument with a friend, an upcoming exam or speech, coming down with a cold, financial worries, or a chronic illness - you need positive coping skills. No one person is the same, everyone is different, as is the case when determining the best coping strategies for yourself. What works for one person, may not help the next. What works for you sometimes, will not work for you all the time. That's why having a list of coping strategies is essential. That's my goal today - compiling a list of my favorite coping strategies. Will they change? Sure. Will they always work? No. Will new ones be discovered? Absolutely. But at least I have a plan. Hopefully some of these coping skills will help others. Just remember, if nothing is helping, don't be afraid to reach out for help - whether it's with a friend, family member, or professional - you are never alone! Be true to yourself. Days will be bad, that's inevitable. But utilizing coping strategies will not only improve how you feel but also provide you with strength to overcome future struggles.
Summer, summer, where have you been? I am looking forward to seeing you again! Your arrival means a lot to me, School being out, means a schedule that's free. I'm eager to have more time with my family; Especially since time keeps on slipping by me. What shall we do? I do not know; Maybe a vacation can get in though. Whether it's to the mountains or to the beach, The love that binds us is what we teach. Softball games I will try my best to attend, I have to support my daughter, that's what matters in the end. Zombie movies, I am positive we will see. My son is hooked, so the Walking Dead it shall be. My oldest, I am sure will be reading a book, Even though my ultimate goal is to have her cook. I will have tough days, that is true. But I know that God will get me through. So summer come on, I'm ready for you. I'm ready to see, what our family will do. During my 37 years, I have faced numerous obstacles. Some as a result of my actions, some unable to avoid. Some more minor than others. Some to personal to share. I believe that God places some obstacles in our paths to build character, build inner strength, teach us lessons, and bring us even closer to him. Challenges are not to be taken lightly. Everyone has them, it's how you choose to face and overcome them that matters.
A recent challenge for me was facing the fact that I needed a feeding tube and how to avoid the shameful stigma that I believed came with it. In the latter part of April 2013 I was hospitalized and diagnosed with Gastroparesis. I had an amazing hospitalist that truly listened and cared. He made his rounds as normal, but also took the time to talk with my husband on the phone, if he wasn't there for the normal round. About a week later, I was discharged from the hospital on a liquid only diet. I had to write down ALL of my input and output, which was actually pretty easy being that not much of anything, even though only liquids, would stay down. I was in a lot of pain from trying to force liquids but getting nowhere. I was lucky if I could handle 1 Gatorade a day, sipping a little at a time. As the week progressed, my ability to drink anything dwindled while my feeling of weakness increased. As instructed, I kept my new Gastroenterologist up to date via emails. I can't even begin to explain how reassuring and helpful the email contact with my GI was. By the end of the week he instructed me to return to the hospital and that we were probably going to have to discuss a feeding tube. A feeding tube! What was that? What did that mean? I had never heard about people like me having a feeding tube. Weren't people with feeding tubes old and/or dying? How would they place it? How long would I need it? What would it be like? All these questions were so overwhelming! After picking up my kids from school, I gave them a huge hug and kiss before heading back for UNC. After my admittance, my nerves were all over the place. However, realizing that I was literally receiving NO fluids or nutrition via oral means, I had to do something. It was no secret that I could not survive or live like this. I was terrified! Luckily, I was blessed to have my same hospitalist from my previous hospitalization. He was amazing at calming my fears and preparing mentally for the surgery. Unfortunately, I was only under his care for the first few days of my readmission. Thankfully, he was able to make all of the arrangements prior to being switched to a different doctor. My GI helped ease my fears as well. Even though he was not on rotation, he made a point to come visit me and explain to me in person why he believed I needed a feeding tube and answer any questions that I had. Surgery day came very quickly. Mentally, I believed I was as prepared as I could possibly be. I trusted my GI and my initial hospitalist and agreed that a GJ feeding tube was my best option. If my stomach wasn't going to cooperate, then I could just skip it and feed straight into my small intestines, decreasing the pain and nausea. I have to admit, the option was sounding pretty good. After waking from surgery, I was in a lot of pain. Much more pain than expected. Even though I was not one of "his patients" anymore, my initial hospitalist still stopped by a few times to see how I was doing. He walked down the hall with me a time or two and joked about downplaying the severity of the pain I would face. "I couldn't tell you everything. I didn't want to scare you" he would say. Oh how I wished he could always be my doctor. As days passed by, I knew the pain would eventually pass as well. I was hopeful that my nutrition would increase to the point I could be active again. Unfortunately, I felt like a freak when I saw the long tube hanging from my abdomen. How had my life come to this point? Would I be like this forever? What would my family, especially kids and husband think? The first few months happened to be summer break, which worked out great for me. To begin with, I tried to keep my tube feedings private. I fed when I was at home and unhooked when I chose to go anywhere in public. When school began back, I started running my feeds only at home and overnight. I did not want my students and colleagues to see this feeding tube. I did not want to appear like a freak, weird, or weak. This was my challenge; I had to learn to accept a feeding tube. Yes, needing a feeding tube may have been caused by Gastroparesis but learning to live with it was all me. I had to face the challenge head on and overcome the fear of social stigma. I had to become courageous and not be ashamed. True, I had a feeding tube and some would look at me differently, but why should that matter? If I wanted to be an active mother and teacher, I had to face my fears. And that I did. I began wearing my tube feedings (in backpack) all day. To begin with I was self conscious, but eventually I became more comfortable. Instead of looking at my backpack as a curse, I looked at it as a way to advocate and educate my students. I shared the reason for the pump, educated how my digestive tract was impaired, and how the feedings helped me function. I even bought a more comfortable and stylish backpack. Even though I was under the recommended caloric intake (about 1/2 of what the goal set was) I was active. I wish I could say that I have overcome all of the challenges set forth by the debilitating disease, Gastroparesis. Unfortunately, I am still fighting battles and challenges from Gastroparesis daily! The pain, the nausea, inability to eat, bloating, fatigue, etc continue every single day. The tube changes every 3 months, unless unexpected problems/issues arise. Most recently fighting these challenges have become more difficult. BUT, I did overcome the challenge of accepting my feeding tube and using the experience to educate others; And I must admit that was definitely an extremely daunting challenge. The only advice that I can give to others that either have or are considering feeding tubes is to do what is best for your health. Feeding tubes are not ideal, they are not the "magic pill", they do not cure diseases, but they are a means to much needed nutrition. I would love for other tubies to know that they are not alone and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. There are many online support groups available; some disease specific and others just for tubies in general. I strongly recommend other tubies reach out and find a support group that is right for them. Support groups offer you a chance to ask for advice, share personal stories, vent, share advice from own experiences, and even form friendships. Pleased that I overcame the Tubie Challenge. Now if I could just tackle the Gastroparesis Challenge! I have had many accomplishments over the years, but very few that I can claim as my own. My accomplishments with education are to be shared with my family, especially my dad, for holding high expectations and supporting me along the way. My public teaching accomplishments (Teacher of Year, WRAL Teacher of the Week) are not mine alone. They are a result of working alongside talented teachers, under wonderful administration, and teaching amazing students. My children are my proudest accomplishments of all, yet they offer me too many proud moments to share. Once again, they are shared with God, Glen, and the rest of my family. As anyone who knows me knows, I don't talk a lot about myself. I am shy by nature and like to enjoy my accomplishments, no matter how large or small, with my family and closest friends, not with the public. Which makes this journal entry difficult. However, in order to accept the challenge, I will describe one of my accomplishments in more detail. Noting that once again, it was not just me that made this accomplishment possible. It is no secret that I am a teacher and I love my career choice. Something about being in the classroom, in front of 28 - 30 elementary students, and knowing that they are full of unlimited potential excites me. I LOVE being responsible in helping my students learn to cooperate together, challenge their minds, and realize that the world is wide open for them. Anything IS truly possible if they believe in themselves, work toward their goals, and capture their dreams. However, this task is not an easy task by far. Students come in the classroom with their own stories. Some are confident, others unsure and doubtful. Regardless, their futures are unwritten. They are the writers and my responsibility is to spend one school year teaching them the required curriculum, but most important, teaching them to realize how magnificent they really are and how not to limit their dreams or sell themselves short. Remember though, I am not alone in this task. The students, themselves, are the essential ingredient to success with assistance from his/her family, other teachers, friends, God, etc. By definition accomplishment means "the successful achievement of a task". So how do I know if I truly made a difference in a child's life, especially being that many of my students I may not see again? The only way I know how to measure my success is by the hugs I receive when running into them, their siblings excitement to be in my class and share what they've heard from their older brother or sister, and even the occasional students that actually drive themselves to visit me at the school where I had previously taught them 6+ years earlier. One of my past students reached out to me earlier this year. And it's his story that I have choosen to share. I believe that it was in the Fall of 2008 (Sorry years seem to run together now.) Many new faces were entering my 5th grade classroom for the first time. The majority of them smiling, saying good morning, and finding their seats eager for a new school year. Except one, he came in and threw himself down in his desk. It was clear that he was not happy and far away from eager to be there. At that time, I knew that I had a remarkable year ahead of me. Why, you ask? Because it was clear and evident that God had placed him under my supervision so that I could change his outlook and help him see his inner potential by finding himself. When asked what he saw himself doing in the future he didn't know. As the year progressed, we were able to find common ground to work on. We were able to trust and respect each other, which in return allowed us to tackle and overcome all obstacles. When that occurs, the magic of teaching happens. Does that mean we agreed all the time? Absolutely not, we challenged each other often, especially when it came to oral speaking, writing, or even sports. (He was a Syracuse Orange and Dallas Cowboy fan, me not so much. I was a Carolina Tarheel fan and it just happened to be the year that we won the championship. Placing a box of tissues on a few desks the following morning, including his was fun. These connections are what help break down barriers.) This student had many strengths, though didn't recognize them all the time. He soared in reading and math. If I remember correctly, he even made straight A's at the end of the school year. In the spring, I asked him again what he foresaw himself doing in the future, he revealed that he wanted to be a doctor. Self worth had been discovered. You see while others saw and focused on the outer appearance of sagging pants and judging him as not caring, I focused my time and efforts on the inner potential, the "real" person. A belt can quickly fix sagging pants, but trust and believing in oneself, that sets the foundation for the much more important future. Years have passed, students have come and gone. But a few months ago I was so proud. I received an email from a past student, yes the one mentioned above. He stated that I had made a difference in his life. He even went as far as to say that he was a "trouble" until he entered my classroom. But things had changed. Now he plays soccer and runs track for his high school. And what's even more impressive, he wanted me to write a letter of recommendations for his college application - as he wants to attend college and currently plans to become a sports therapist. How remarkable is that? I honestly broke down in tears as I felt extremely honored and much pride in HIS accomplishments. Yes HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS! He believes in himself and sees a bright future for himself. You see that inward belief of an amazing future, where anything and everything is possible, that's my inspiration and reason for teaching. That's the accomplishment I wish to have at the end of each school year with all of my students. Am I always successful? Absolutely not. Will I always hear about my impact in one's life? No. Will I be remembered by all of my students? No. But when I do hear of THEIR accomplishments and they seek to find me and share their successes with me or thank me - then yes, I believe it's my honor to feel accomplished along with them. THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE, EVENTS, AND PERSONAL "THINGS" THAT CAN MAKE ONE HAPPY FOR THE MOMENT. BUT IS THAT TRUE HAPPINESS? CAN ONE BE ALONE, SICK, OR DYING AND STILL BE HAPPY? CAN ONE BE BROKE, HOMELESS, JOBLESS AND STILL BE HAPPY? DOES HAVING THE NEWEST TECHNOLOGY, AN ABUNDANT AMOUNT OF MONEY, OR FAME ALLOW YOU TO BE HAPPY?
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