Note to Self…

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Walks on Hawaii Island

VA called and I will be seeing a gastro doctor, so that made my weekend and doing chores, brain geared towards understanding this pancreas thing and it hit me!!!

Hot Flash’s!!! FROM HELL, only one little problem… Those actually quit back over 20 years ago, more like with in 20 years after the hysterectomy around 2000….

I complained to a doctor once about the hot flash thing and was told they could last a life time… But these weren’t hot flash’s and I know that for a fact…

The best most recent memory, driving back from Washington following Homer and all of a sudden it hits and as I think about it now, now I know why…

Chocolate Slim Fast triggered it and boy did it hit hard… I couldn’t drive, we left my car at a unknown place near the rv park, I couldn’t sit up and climbed in the 5th wheel rv, onto that bed, curled in a ball and Homer took us to a park and walked back for my car… March 2014… By July, Homer’s dad would be gone…

That’s the one best memory I have, were I thought it started out like a hot flash and in reality… Pancreas flare… Because of the chocolate…

It happened Monday, we had eaten a spicy beef meal the night before and it hit me at midnight and again as I pulled in the driveway after a store run…

Decades, I mean decades, I have tried to figure this all out…

Missing memory

Injuries and never getting those injuries in my adult life…

Brain trauma, more than a football player…

Gaps in my memory….

Throw in a healthy pancreas flare up and a fog that started before we moved in 2016 and didn’t clear up till this year…

Seeing the specialist and we’ll see if this non educated person, who got them to do the tests, with only evidence, is right again… I am excited to find out…

All my meals are geared to the pancreas diet and hope my body detox’s over the next couple weeks…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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