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Not
Dead Yet!
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Sharon
Palmer and
Lacey Hardin's
astute column,
Not
Dead Yet!
appeared as a "guest column" on Mondays in SFPNN. Due to Sharon and
Lacey's health difficulties, these sisters co-author
Not Dead Yet!
to allow each other the leisure of telling
their stories as their health
permits. It is temporarily being featured as "Website
Only" as both Sharon and Lacey are in the process of undergoing
brain surgery and recovery.
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Sharon Palmer
Author of "Not
Dead Yet!" |
Sharon
Palmer
My life has always taken a
series of twists and turns. I've never been one to sit still, or stay in one place for any length of time.
When I graduated high school in
Mt. Juliet, Tennessee (near Nashville), I wanted to be a journalist, but I went to college on a full-tuition music
(vocal/keyboard) scholarship. I chose a small liberal arts college, because large universities held no attraction
for me. I wanted to be more than a "number."
I joined the music program,
naturally, but also spent a lot of time in the journalism department. By the last quarter (yes, we were on the
quarter system), I lived in the journalism department and the theatre department. I had won the role of
"Maggie Anderson," the principle female dancer in "Brigadoon." I guess 16 years of classical
dance lessons had paid off! My music participation suffered, and by the end of the year, I had decided not to
return, as the college offered no journalism major.
After that, I drifted. I worked
as a cocktail waitress, bartender, "chick singer" and keyboard player in a local band, day-care teacher,
secretary, administrative assistant, assistant human resources director . . . You get the idea. In the midst of
that, I married a drummer who ended up working for Jimmy C. Newman on the Grand Ole Opry. He drums for Merle
Haggard now, and his brother has won the CMA instrumentalist of the year award for the past two or three years. He
is an awesome guitarist! Unfortunately, the marriage didn't last long and we were divorced about a year later.
I remarried soon after -- this
time, to a singer/songwriter. During that time, I was declared disabled and could no longer work. I had
agoraphobia, which is a condition that makes one homebound, for fear of having a panic attack. I probably had
about six or seven panic attacks a day, when I was at my worst. That lasted close to five years, and helped to
ruin my marriage. The year we divorced, my ex-husband had signed a deal with Sony Records and released his first
CD, which spawned a couple of hits. Needless to say, I didn't listen to the radio very much! We stayed in touch
sporadically, though. Unfortunately, five years after we divorced, he died of cancer. I was devastated, and still
can't believe he's gone.
I had returned to college to
major in psychology, then had rejoined the work force, but that didn't last long. I started having extreme
pain, headaches, and a plethora of other symptoms. I worked as long as I could, but eventually it became
impossible. I had been diagnosed with fibromyalgia and chronic myofascial pain syndrome, and was back on
disability. Not long ago, I was also diagnosed with Arnold-Chiari malformation, which was confirmed during an
appointment with a specialist near Asheville, North Carolina, in early February, 2000. The next step was surgery,
which took place March 29, 2000.
Although I have had days when I
haven't felt like going on, for the most part, I try to remain upbeat. Whining doesn't seem to help much! Besides,
it has me back focused on my writing, which I look forward to sharing with you. It seems I've come full-circle.
Perhaps this is God's way of getting me to sit still, and telling me I need to write. Well -- I'm listening!
--- Sharon Palmer
You can E-Mail Sharon at: shron62@worldnet.att.net
Since the
debut of Sharon's story, Toothless Grin,
in the SFPNN Special
Edition and Heartwarmers4u, her work was selected to
appear in several books under the titles "Toothless Grin" and "Something To Make Me
Happy." Click on the links below for more information or to make a purchase.
"The bond that links your true family is not one of of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's
life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof."
--- from Richard Bach's
Illusions

Lacey
Hardin
I am an Environmental
Protection Specialist with the Tennessee Air Pollution Control Division. I
obtained a B.S. in chemical engineering from Tennessee Technological
University in 1987. I married my high school sweetheart, Billy, in 1986,
and we have two beautiful daughters, Rebecca, born April 28, 1990, and
Erin, born April 30, 1994. I enjoy reading science fiction and mysteries,
but have little time to do so. I played clarinet and saxophone (tenor and
baritone) in high school and college, and particularly enjoyed
participating in jazz band. I listen primarily to contemporary Christian
music, but enjoy jazz and classical as well. I was diagnosed with Arnold
Chiari Malformation with Syrinx in September of 2000, and am in the midst
of deciding whether I wish to have surgery. My older sister is Sharon
Palmer, who had surgery for the same condition in March 2000. Several
studies are presently occurring to determine if this condition is
hereditary.
At work, I draft operating
permits for sources of air pollution, primarily those facilities subject
to Title V of the Clean Air Act (large facilities). I started working for
Air Pollution Control in December of 1988. I am very fortunate in that my
supervisors are understanding of my health problems. Although I could make
more money in private industry, I would not have the flexibility I have
here. This was important even before I started having health problems
because of my children.
Billy is a car enthusiast,
and we are members of the Music City Mustang Club. He has 2 Mustangs, a
1970 Boss 302 and a 1990 convertible. He also has a 1967 Pontiac GTO, and
a 1965 GTO that his father bought shortly before learning that he had
terminal cancer. He passed away in September, 2000. The GTO’s are
presently unassembled while he restores them. He works for a property
management firm as chief maintenance person for a large skyscraper
downtown, and is known as a jack-of-all-trades. There isn’t much out
there that he can’t fix.
I have a younger sister,
Jennifer, a music teacher. She and her husband, Russ, have a beautiful
daughter born October 24, 2000. I have 5 nieces, 3 nephews, 2
great-nieces, and 1 great-nephew on Billy’s side – he has 4 siblings.
My father is a high school French and English teacher, and my mother is a
nurse. She works in the local emergency room part-time, and is the parish
nurse for our church. Our immediate family all live nearby. I have
extended family in Illinois, Mississippi, and Georgia.
Our girls are involved in
dance, and reluctantly take piano lessons. We are very active in our
church (we are United Methodists), and stay very busy. If we didn’t have
our families to help out the girls wouldn’t be able to do as much. Billy’s
older sister has kept the girls since they were 6 weeks old, and his
mother makes sure they get to dance every week. My mother gets them to
piano lessons every Tuesday.
We are working through my
health difficulties as they occur, and trying to make the best decisions
for us. Thanks to extended family, our children are able to lead normal
lives. We praise God for them, and for the fact that I’m "Not Dead
Yet."
You can e-mail Lacey at: Lhardin421@aol.com

Not Dead Yet!
The
following articles of
Not
Dead
Yet
have appeared
in SFPNN
OR ON THE SFPNNWebsite
.
The
following articles of Not
Dead
Yet
have appeared
in SFPNN
OR ON THE SFPNNWebsite
IN 2000.

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"Baby
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Bob & Boo Boo
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"Kim,
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One of Sharon's First Poems
It's pretty deep. Brace yourself! *G*
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Who made up this poem?
They are purple, not blue.
---Sharon Johnson, age 6
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ACM* Morning
(Arnold-Chiari malformation)
Consciousness interrupts oblivious bliss
Pain invades every muscle, every pore
Cautiously I open my eyes
Light streams in through the cracks
of the closed blinds
and I squint as the sunlight
sends noxious signals to my brain
Tentatively, I sit up in the bed
as my muscles scream in agony
I reach for a can of stale pop
on my nightstand
and try to decide which pill
I should take first
With trembling hands,
I take one and then another,
attempting to take note
of what I have taken
and what I have not
As I roll out of bed
to brave a trip to the bathroom,
my aching feet hit a pile of bills
thrown on the floor in desperation
I groan as reality hits me in the face
once again
After my morning trek is finished,
I stumble back to the bed,
lie down, close my eyes,
and wait –
for the pills to kick in
(will they work today?)
and in dreaded anticipation
of the rest of the day
It is only 8 a.m.,
and I am exhausted
-- Sharon J. Palmer
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"A Little Anatomy"
When I was little and oh-so-cute
I could also be quite a pain
My parents would wring their hands and say
I must not even have half a brain
I used to get upset and cry
but now I just say "what the heck?"
When they were analyzing my brain-power
they were just looking down my poor neck!
Sharon J. Palmer
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Toothless
Grin
Sharon has also authored many columns and
articles featured in various publications such as Heartwarmers4U and the SFPNN Special Edition. The
following is link one of those beautifully told stories.
SFPNN
Special Edition - Toothless Grin |
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Open
Your Mouth - By Sharon Palmer
Featured as the SFPNN Kindness Suggestion 3/31/2000. |
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