Blog archive
March 2025
About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025
Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025
Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025
Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025
Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025
I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025
Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025
Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025
My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025
The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025
Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025
Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025
Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025
Status - March 20, 2025
03/20/2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Thank You For Caring.
By Karen L. WhitmorePosted: 02/12/2024
Being a Villager means that you have a community that supports you in a time of need. Here's a brief description of an incident that could happen to any of us. The important thing to note is the description of all the support that this Villager received from other Villagers during a time of personal distress.
From Karen Whitmore:
The Incident:
My anticipation of pleasure became a new experience in patience and healing, the last day of summer 2023. I was on my way to dinner with the Creative Diners group, looking forward to enjoying an unfamiliar menu and exotic cuisine. I had ridden with BJ. We were expecting to meet several others at the restaurant. Standing on the corner waiting to cross the street, I looked ahead to see if anyone in our group had already arrived. I must have turned my feet as well, and the next thing I knew, I had fallen on the sidewalk. Refusing an offer of help up, I knew that I couldn’t raise myself, and that an ambulance needed to be called.
Interestingly, I had recently read an article in the AARP magazine about ways to fall safely. I was aware that I tried to turn myself to land in a different position, but I failed. Landing on my side, my right hip bone, insured that I had broken it. I was unable to use the left leg to raise my body off the cement.
An ambulance came and the paramedics carefully loaded me and whizzed me off to Arcadia hospital. Fortunately, my daughter lives in South Pasadena and was able to meet me at the hospital. The next hours are pretty much of a blur as I was under the influence of pain and pain medications.
The Rehab and Support:
Healing begins to happen immediately, and the PT had me up on my feet the day after surgery. After spending a week in the hospital, I was transported to a skilled nursing facility for recouperation. Esther shared her knowledge of the facility with me, so I had an idea of the setting.
At the SNF I had PT, mainly walking, baths, meals, etc. I’m sure many of you know the drill. Priyanka came to see me and brought me an orchid to cheer me up. Claire came to visit me also.
After 20 days in the SNF I was allowed to go home. Then the real work began! I had previously been an independent person, and now I was depending on people for help with many activities. A friend and my daughter alternated weeks of caregiving, the bath lady came twice a week as did the PT. I had some prepared meals supplied through my health insurance plan. (Nothing like the meal I anticipated when I fell! But edible.) I needed to strengthen my leg muscles so I could walk again, first with an aluminum walker and then with a rollator walker. First inside and then outside as the weather permitted.
Sharon sent me really cute and uplifting cards that made me remember that I was not alone. Bj came to visit me, a really welcome change in my now boring routine!
Lora and Dorsey checked on my progress by phone, also welcome interruptions from friends. Before Christmas Village cookie makers and deliverers brightened my pre-Christmas time with wonderful treats, which I immediately scarfed down. I had not had home-made cookies in ages!
With the increased comfort with using my cane and moving safely around, Claire took me to Trader Joes to shop for groceries. I hadn’t been shopping myself for several months, so I was able to get the things I had neglected to request from my daughters. It was wonderful. Not just the shopping, but the getting out, the ability to do it! More recently Melva picked me up and I was able to ride with her to Triple Zips. Norma accompanied me on one walk with me and agreed to walk with me more frequently around the South Pasadena area.
Recovery so far has taken 6 months. My doctor said 6-12 months until I’m better than I was prior to my fall. That’s the goal I’m working on. The past months of limited activity with infrequent breaks in routine, have been lightened by the cards, phone calls and visits. They may sound like inconsequential events but were a great joy to my stuck self. Thank you again for all your kind attention. I am eager to pass it on!