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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1977-03-30, Page 6Huron Ostomy club.: formed When the Goderich Ostomy Association held its organizational meeting on. February 21, members developed a basic three-point term of reference. The group will work to rehabilitate the person with an ostomy so they can return to normal living, at home and in the 'community, they will work to keep ostomates up to, date with modern equipment such .as featherweight disposables; and they will try to help ostomates adjust and attempt to educate,the ostomate and the general public so there would be a better understanding between them. "We would be working closely with the Cancer Society or may become a branch of the society," the motion noted. "The society could provide transportation, some supplies, plus provide good contact with the new ostomates and general Public," To achieve these goals the group suggested four actions they could follow, Visitations will be carried out with the patient (with the doctor's -pvmission) before patient arrives home. Visitors would be matched with the patient according to type of ostomy, sex and age. Continued organized meetings are planned with films, speakers, doctors, dieticians, and educational programs. Time is to be set aside at the meetings for "sharing ideas and problems." The group will also make available the magazine `Ostomey Quarterly'. The next meeting planned by the group is set for March 28 at GDCI at 7:30 p.m. There will be a guest speaker on the subject of colostomies and a representative of an equipment supplier. Evening Unit discusses death The Evening Unit of the Brussels U.C.W. met in the church with Ada Smith and Alma Watson in charge of the program. Alma read a peom , on Gentleness. Scripture was read, followed by a hymn. . Rev. E. Le Drew spoke on Deaths with references to it. Discussion followed. • An invitation was received from the Blyth U.C.W. to attend their -Thankoffering meeting on April 3rd. The United Church ladies are having a bake sale and tea room at the library on April 9th at 2:30. .11— ...W., /1 • •P. 51 ..mrs.^ • Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley An end to fear It seems that everybody is trying to throw a scare into me, these days, And I must admit it isn't too difficult. We're going to run out of oil one of these days, trumpet the headlines. Not to mention gas, coal and practically everything else that provides heat.. I have visions of self, ten years from now, sitting in front of the fireplace, feeding the last bit of the grand piano into it, turning to the old lady and asking, "What now, baby? Go fetch the dyanide pills." Various ministers of health tell me menacingly that if I keep on smoking, I'm going to die a horrible death; if I don't give up the drink, I'll lose so many brain cells a day that there'll be nothing but a pack of putty behind my eyebrows. Economists claim that if I don't save some money for my old age, wind up eating tinned dog food. Other economists inform that if I do save some money for my old age, inflation will erode' it to the point. where I won't even be able to afford dog food. From one of the revenue department's lackeys comes a stern warning that if I don't produce within 15 days some abstruse document which I already sent them two y ears ago, something mysterious . and dreadful will happen. They will "make an adjustment". I wonder which part of me they will adjust, and how painful it will be. My nose could use some straightening. If Quebec separates, according to the pundits all kinds of ghastly things will happen: my Bell bill will rise, along with my blood pressure; my arthritis will soar to new heights;' I'll have trouble raising a few billion next time I try to float a bond issue in the States; my wife will probably leave me, because I spent the first two years of my life in Quebec; I'll have to deal in funny money, with Saint Rene's picture on it; my roof will catch fire because of nationalized asbestos; and there won't be any French on the back of my cereal box. A fate worse than death. Unemployment is rising, and I am assured that nobody is going to hire an old, lazy, highly-trained guy like me when there are all th ose young, lazy, highly-trained people around. They tell me that when the anti-inflation controls come off, there's going to be such an almighty, all -Canadian grab for the buck that even God is going to wake up, grumbling, and wondering what's going on down there. And I'll be left in the lurch, because teachers, on the whole, will let themselves be dumped on rather than fight in the streets and be 'thrown in the paddy wagon. Even worse things are threatened. George Chuvalo, Canadian heavy-weight champ, having disposed at one sitting, of a fat turkey called Pretty Boy Feldstein, might --decide to start a comeback and demand a rematch with Muhammad Ali (at the age of 40) And speaking of turkeys, I have another fear. Toronto, with one of the worst football teams in Canada, and an equally inept hockey team, has now acquirea, a major league baseball team. It will inevitably be ,"promising," "threatening," and "scrappy" for the first 10 years. After that, when it soars from last place in the league to second-last, it will instantly become the "pennant-bound Toronto Bluejays." So much for sports fears. Advertisements constantly frighten me. They tell me I have dry skin, hemmorhoids, falling hair, crumbling teeth, bad breath, and high armpits. They suggest I am stupid if I don't rush right out, buy a lottery ticket, and become an instant millionaire. And just the other day I read in the paper that the South African doctor who started the heart transplant game is prepared to use baboon hearts, if there are no human ones available. No thanks, doc. You can give me the heart of a pig or a chicken. Either would suit my persdnality. But have you ever seen a baboon from the rear? Who wants a great, flaming, orange bum? Newspapers tell me that the Canadian farmer is going down the drain. I go out for a quart of milk and it's gone up a nickel since yesterday. Some drain. Everybody is talking about forthcoming elections. This scares me too. I can't stand the politicians we have now. Why replace them with losers? Well, today .I decided that I've had enough. I'm sick of being frightened half to death . If the human race, at least in the .Northern Hemisphere, is going to perish for lack of heating, I'll move south. I'm going to go on smoking, and will donate my lungs to a chef who will write a cookbook specializing in smoked lungs on toast, with truffles. Maybe I'll get senile from drink, but it's a lot more fun tha 'n just getting senile. If I'm going to die, why worry about my old age? I'll take a steak now and let the dog food look after itself. Let the feds throw me in jail over my income tax. I'd enjoy eating at somebody else's expense for a change. And you get weekend leave, anyway. If Quebec separates, I'll rip out the phone, which I'd love to do t, and stop floating those billion-dollar loans, which I seldom do anyway. If I can't get a job, I'll go on unemployment, insurance, and laugh all the way to the poolroom, with the rest of the boys. Ed's Siding & Roofing Vinyl & Ahnniniona Siding Aluminum Whidonvii & Doors Aluminum OeamiesS eveStroughi For your Free estimate call Wroxetet,335-6341 He an early bird! Then you *ill enjoy the beatitty Of a. lovely home all summer HAYWARD'S Discourit Variety Cosmetics Tobacco Patent Medicines Groceries and Stationery Weekdays 9-9 Holidays & Sundays 12-6 6--.THE BRUSSELS POST, MARCH 30, 1977 Bluevale To nurse in Brandon Mrs. Joe Walker Correspondent Miss Darlene Stamper has accepted a position at Brandon Ge neral Hospital. She has spent the past two weeks with her parents after nursing at St. John, N.B. She was accompanied by Mrs. Robt. Peel and Mrs. Joe Simmons. Mr. and Mr.s 8art Weltz of Walkerton Visited Satutda.y Saturday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Joe Walker and family, There Will be a euchre party at the 13ItieVale Comniunity Hall on Thursday evening With Mr. and Mrs. George Fischer and Mr. and Mrs. Mang MacFarlane in charge.