Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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My Time on a Ventilator
You groggily awaken in the OR's recovery room. Your surgery has ended so you close your eyes for a peaceful recovery. Without warning, you feel as though you’re being propelled through a wind tunnel and somewhere off in the distance, you hear someone shout, “Hurry, she’s not breathing.” Someone else shouts: “Her heart stopped.”
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Longevity
A Mother's Worry Never Ends
Like every mother, I fall into that old cliché: “A mother’s worry never ends.” I can’t even pretend that my worries are worse or more exaggerated than others. However, we also know that the worries of mothers differ according to their own personal circumstances. Mine are not unique but I thought I’d share them, nonetheless.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
The Day The Stars Fell
Emmie grew up listening to tales about the television stars her dad met through his job as a carpenter and stagehand. She eagerly waited for her dad to come home from work each night to fill her in on happenings behind the camera. How she longed to meet some of those famous people. Just meeting one would make me happy, she thought as she’d drift off to sleep each night.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Humans
