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“Dedicated to Excellence” Vol. 11, Issue 137 August 2011 SRABC - DELTA website is UP and running!!! http://www.strokerecoverydelta.com Jack Creighton (11 years old) designed the website and instructed SRABC - Delta members on how to access and bookmark it. Karel Ley photos

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“Dedicated to Excellence” Vol. 11, Issue 137 August 2011

SRABC - DELTA website

is UP and running!!! http://www.strokerecoverydelta.com

Jack Creighton (11 years old) designed the website and instructed SRABC - Delta members on how to access and bookmark it. Karel Ley photos

Mexican Bean & Rice Salad

Ingredients:

2 cups .......... Brown rice, cooked

1 can (19 oz/540 mL) Kid-ney beans, rinsed & drained

1 can (19 oz/540 mL) Black beans, rinsed & drained

1 can (12 oz/341 mL) Whole kernel corn, drained

2 .................. Green onions, thinly sliced

1 .................. Red or green bell pepper, diced

2 .................. Jalapeno pep-pers, seeded & diced (optional)

1 .................. Lime, zested & juiced

1/4 cup......... C i l a n t r o leaves, chopped

1 clove .......... Garlic, small, minced

1-1/2 tsp ...... Cumin, ground

1/2 tsp ......... Salt to taste

Directions:

1.In a large salad bowl, combine the brown rice, kidney beans, black beans, corn, green onions, bell pepper, jalapeno peppers (if using) lime zest, and juice, cilantro, garlic, cumin and salt, tossing to combine.

2.Refrigerate for an hour to allow to blend, then, serve

Fortune knocks but once, but misfortune has much

more patience.

www.templetonstrokerecovery.com

Templeton Newsletter Mailing Address:

204– 2929 Nootka Street, Vancouver, BC V5M 4K4 Canada Published every month, if possible. Contributions are always welcome. The articles should be in, not later than day 25th of every month.

Disclaimer: The views expressed in Stroke Recoverer’s Review newsletter: articles, submissions and spotlights are those of the authors and do not necessarily represent the views of Templeton Stroke Recovery or the editor of Stroke Recoverer’s Review. Editor reserves the right at any time to make changes as it deems necessary. It is the purpose of this periodical to share a variety of viewpoints mostly from stroke survivors.

August 2011 Contributors: Loy Lai Werner Stephan Karel Ley Kiyoko Akeroyd Jose Suganob

Production of SRR:

Jose Suganob Email: [email protected]

Printing Pick-up Person: Valerie Offer

Inside this issue:

Page 2

Don’t undermine your worth

by comparing yourself with

others. It is because we are

different that each of us is

special. Don’t set your goals

by what other people deem

important. Only you know

what is best for you.

When life gives you a

hundred reasons to cry,

show life that you have a

thousand reasons to smile.

Don’t shut love out of your

life by saying it’s impossible

to find. The quickest way to

receive love is to give;

The fastest way to lose love

is to hold it too tightly; And,

the best way to keep love is

to give it wings.

Courage doesn’t always

roar. Sometimes courage is

the little voice at the end of

the day that says, I’ll try

Recipe Encouragements

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Complete & Finished

2

Last Month’s Happening

3

Good Luck...Burden of my own

4

Jose Notes Lies

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August 2011 Volume 11, Issue 137

Page 2

“There’s life after stroke”

RECIPE: (Mexican) ENCOURAGEMENTS

S T R O K E R E C O V E R E R ’ S R E V I E W

COMPLETE & FINISHED words...

“For good or ill, your conversation is your advertisement.

Every time you open your mouth

You let the people look into your mind.” - Bruce Barton

again tomorrow.

Don’t be afraid to admit that

you are less than perfect.

It is this fragile thread that

binds us each together. Don’t

be afraid to encounter risks.

It is by taking chances that

we learn how to be brave.

Everything will be okay in the

end. If it’s not okay, it’s not

the end.

Don’t run through life so fast

that you forget Not only

where you’ve been, but also

where you are going. Life is

not a race, but a journey to

be savoured each step of the

way.

You must be at the end of

your rope. I felt a tug.—

Author unknown

—submitted by Loy Lai,

Templeton Stroke Recovery

Some people say there is no difference between the words

‘COMPLETE’ and ‘FINISHED,’ BUT THERE IS…

When you marry the right one, you are COMPLETE…

And, when you marry the wrong one, you are FINISHED.

And, when the RIGHT ONE catches with the WRONG ONE,

you are…

COMPLETELY FINISHED!!!

August feels like be the

shortest month of the year

to me. Busy! Busy! Busy!

We have a whole month

off from Stroke Recovery

meetings but a lot seems to

happen.

Valerie had her surgery, the

beginning of August, is still

in St. Paul’s on the 10th floor

room 7A, in good spirits.

Incidentally, she has a bed-

side phone , so you can call

her at 604-684-6532 Ext.

67007. When you go to

the hospital to visit her,

take th e Thurlow Street

entrance (back of the

hospital-north east corner)

follow the blue line, on the

floor, to the elevator, go

the 10th floor and follow the

sign that says “A.” If you go

the Comox Street entrance

you have to take an eleva-

tor one floor up and follow

the yellow line to another

set of elevators to get to

the 10th floor.

Ollie went in for her

surgery, came home nine

(9) days later and has been

doing regular walks around

the block and doing well.

Now, Olga, our kitchen

queen, is scheduled to have

surgery on her shoulder at

the end of September. We

shall miss her and she

always says when she does

not come to Templeton

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August 2011 Volume 11, Issue 137

Page 3

LAST MONTH’S HAPPENING Kiyoko Akeroyd

S T R O K E R E C O V E R E R ’ S R E V I E W

room for her wheelchair.

Does anyone know that since Debbie Chow

first came to Camp Squamish, she had to

go in short spurts for road travel and stop

regularly until her head stops spinning.

My dear old mother attended Easter Camp

from 1988 onward and when she broke her

hip in 2001, her grandson drove her to

Camp, with a Hoyer’s lift from home.

John Hedderson’s wife, wife and caregiver

who arranged craft, aroma therapy sales

and caregivers’ session in Naramata was

seen at BLAST 2011 helping out again.

We are proud to have Heather P. from

Surrey and Dianne S. from Richmond join

us at our group and that association

develop from Easter Camp. I miss Don Ball

from the good ole days.

This last July, we had 3 members from

Killarney group, Delta and North Shore

share vittles with us. Our group goes to

Coquitlam’s June luncheon and Strides for

Strokes in Port Moody. We used to go to

White picnics ages ago. Hmmm! I don’t

recall why we don’t anymore.

—Kiyoko Akeroyd

TEMPLETON SCHEDULE:

After a month off, August, we start our

weekly Thursdays meetings, September 8,

2011. See you!

MEASURING SHTICK:

Weight an evangelist carries with God -

one billigram

Ratio of an Igloo’s circumference to its

diameter - Eskimo pi

1,000 grams of wet socks - one literhosen

that she misses us. Great. Eh?

Through our long association with Carolyn

Innes of Lion’s Den (where we have our

annual Christmas Dinner) Rose Koyama

was referred to us to step-in for Valerie.

She has big shoes to fill. Rose comes to us

with an impressive resume as did Valerie.

Like Valerie, she is known for her work in

our community already. Templeton Stroke

Recovery might be “East End” but we have

a lot of good people amongst us.

Debbie has been working relentlessly on

BLAST 2012, Camp Squamish Easter Camp

all of August. Running back and forth to her

Dad’s Napier Street home and hers in her

role as her Dad’s caregiver and working

simultaneously on Camp definitely speaks

to her “do or die” attitude that made

Easter Camp 2011, a reality and a huge

success. She had Coquitlam’s coordinator,

Margaret Hansen, a very experienced and

long time former Camp ‘biggy,’ Karel Ley,

Delta’s own, and Martha Hutchison, to

name JUST a few working alongside. Camp

Squamish 2011 was magical for this aging

caregiver. There were no paid volunteers.

The campers paid to go and as many as

possible were recruited to help with the

different events. They came away proud to

have been able to help. I’ve never seen

that during my 1987 to 2011 years at

Easter Camp. I guess it’s pretty evident I’m

a very strong supporter of Easter Camp.

Anyone (our group) going for the first time

gets their way paid by our group.

Because Debbie tries to recognize every-

one’s disabilities, she arranged for Helen to

have a hospital bed and a Hoyer’s lift

and good old John Hedderson came by

regularly to help move the lift across the

carpeted floor and saved an appropriate

spot in the dining “There’s life after stroke”

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August 2011 Volume 11, Issue 137

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S T R O K E R E C O V E R E R ’ S R E V I E W

BAD LUCK? WHO KNOWS?

There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old horse for tilling his field. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and, when all the farmer’s neighbors sympathized with the old man over his luck, the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

A week later, the horse returned with a herd of wild horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”

Then, when the farmer’s son attempted to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”

Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer’s son with his broken leg, they let him off. Now, was that good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?

Chinese proverb:

A good fortune may forbid a bad luck, which may in turn disguised a good fortune.

BURDEN OF MY OWN

A monarch of long ago, in far, far kingdom

had twin sons. As they grew to young

manhood, the king sought a fair way to

designate one of them as crown prince. All

who knew the young men thought them

equal in intelligence, wit, personal charm,

and physical strength. Being a keenly

observant king, he thought he detected a

trait in one was not shared by the other.

Calling them to his council chamber one

day, he said, “My sons, the day will come

when one of you must succeed me as king.

The weight of sovereignty is very heavy. To

find out which of you better able to bear

them cheerfully, I am sending you together

to a far corner of the kingdom. One of my

advisors there will place equal burdens on

your shoulders. My crown will one day go

to the one who first returns his yoke like a

king should.”

In a spirit of friendly competition, the

brothers set out together. Soon they over-

took an aged woman struggling under a

GOOD LUCK...

burden that seemed far too heavy for her

frail body. One of the brothers suggested

that they stop to help her. The other

protested: “We have a saddle of our own

to worry about. Let us be on our way.”

And, he hurried on while the other stayed

behind to give aid to the old aged woman.

Along the road, from day to day, he found

others who also needed help. A blind man

took him miles out of his way, and a lame

man slowed him to a cripple’s walk.

Eventually, he did reach his father’s advisor

where he secured his own yoke and started

home with it safely on his shoulders. When

he arrived at the palace, his brother met

him at the gate, and greeted him with dis-

may. He said, “ I don’t understand. I told

our father the weight was too heavy to

carry. However, did you do it?”

The future king replied, thoughtfully,

“I suppose when I helped others carry their

yoke, I found the strength to carry my

own.”

A lot of fellows nowadays have

a B.A. , M.D. or Ph. D,

Unfortunately, they don’t have a J.O.B.

—Fats Domino—

MAY YOU HAVE... poem

OOPS! jokeonly

A woman is recovering from minor surgery

when a nurse comes in to check on her.

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asked.

“I’m okay,” she says, “but I didn’t like the

four-letter word the doctor used during

surgery.”

“What did he say?” the nurse asked.

“Oops!”

“There’s life after stroke”

Enough happiness to keep you sweet,

Enough trials to keep you strong,

Enough sorrow to keep you human,

Enough hope to keep you happy;

Enough failure to keep you humble,

Enough success to keep you eager,

Enough friends to give you comfort,

Enough wealth to meet your needs;

Enough enthusiasm to look forward,

Enough faith to banish depression,

Enough determination to make each day

better than yesterday.

BLACK BEAR ENCOUNTERS (Werner Stephan, NSSRC - West Vancouver Group)

Lately, one hears on

TV and reads in the

papers, a lot about

black bear attacks

and encounters .

According to the

media, it seems

that even in our

homes , we are not safe from hungry bears

in search of tasty morsels. (I am not sure,

that I would qualify as a ‘tasty morsel’).

Is this view about ‘hungry’ bears realistic?

And, do we mean ‘black bears’ only and not

brown bears, grizzles or polar bears? Most

people don’t know the difference anyway,

and all bears get blamed for all attacks.

Over the years, black bears were considered

almost harmless or, as a book for young

readers put it, black bears can be taught to

‘do your laundry.’ Compare this view today

with the many reports about bear attacks on

the Internet. Lately, I read one: ‘He’s eating

my brains. I can feel it.’ Recalls a bear attack

survivor. Oops, he is talking about a grizzly

bear. But, it is clearly meant to titillate the

readers. It reminds me of old horror films in

which the undead shout: ‘We want your

brain; we want to eat your brain.’

I remember my own experiences with black

bears in the wild in the 60’s and 70’s: of all of

them only one which might be called un-

pleasant (for the bear). I had been fishing at

a remote lake in Northern BC. A bear (no

cubs) attacked. He had not yet learned that

it is unwise to mess with an armed human,

and he never would learn now that simple

rule. His fur was in front of my fireplace for

years. All the other encounters taught me to

respect bears, to keep food out of their way

and to show no fear. It is not a good idea to

surprise a bear. In US, where firearms

are legal, it is

considered unwise to go to into the wild

country without some training and at least a

large caliber pistol for protection. To be

armed, increases one’s confidence and

mitigates the impression to predators that

one is part of the food chain.

Bear meat is very dry and contains little fat.

Under camp conditions, frying it only makes

it more tough. Also, bear meat is often

contaminated with parasites. Outdoor men

insist that the best way is to smoke the meat,

after it has been inspected properly for

hidden parasites. I find bear roasts boring

without lots of spices. Adult furs are very

coarse and are really only suitable as rugs (or

military caps in the UK). Displaying these rugs

is no longer ‘politically correct.’ No comment!

Also, since bear meat is not very exciting,

don’t run to the freezer to check for available

space.

Should you be worried about being attacked

by a bear? Relax! There are six-times as many

attacks by dogs and 10 times as many people

are killed by lightning strikes than by bears.

Life is dangerous! Just think of traffic

fatalities.

A recent study (Journal of Wildlife Manage-

ment) revealed, among many others, these

facts:

Only 8% of the attacking bears were female

with cubs (contrary to popular beliefs).

The vast majority of attacks were predatory

attacks by lone male bears.

The biggest problems happen when bears

get used to human food and garbage.

I saw a cartoon recently: Two bears are

talking about a hunter; ‘My favorite meat: no

claws, no fur, just nice and soft meat.’

—by Werner Stephan, North Shore SRC, West Vancouver Group

Page 5

The month of August is

Templeton group summer break. It’s time to replenish

our body and mind on doing other things, l ike

being a good host to the people, you know, summer

visitors!!!

I used to go to PNE (The

Fair) but this year, I didn’t. The economic climate every

where was bad. And, even the PNE became expensive!

Food… A 2-foot hotdog for 25 bucks!!! They say, it

takes almost 200 to 300 bucks each for: entrance,

food you will eat, and especially, if you ride the

Atmosfear...!!!! after eating the very expensive 2 foot

hotdog.

I still go to AHA studio, Mondays to Wednesdays,

to clear up my mind and paint. We are scheduled to

have a show at Shadbolt/ Burnaby. One day (actually

it starts at 5pm, Oct. 19, 2011) See you all there!!!

—Jose Suganob

August 2011 Volume 11, Issue 137

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“There’s life after stroke”

JOSE NOTES...

S T R O K E R E C O V E R E R ’ S R E V I E W

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