From: The Solution Place, Glen Arbor, MI & Olympia, WA
Contact: Wendy Garrido, 360-426-6478 or Sue Woodward, 888-228-4492
Sue is available for radio, tv interviews on the road
Sue Woodward is on the road, taking her 80 plus year old parents cross-country in a motor home she purchased off of E-bay. This touching and humorous story of dealing with her Dad, who suffered with a series of mini-strokes, and Sue's commitment to keeping him on the move, resulted in The Labor Pains of Death, the first part of a series of stories as they begin their trip out west. It is a touching contrast to the woes of the world, and presented with a wonderful, intuitive sense of the true meaning of life, family and love.
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"BABY BOOMER\'S ROAD TRIP WITH ELDERLY PARENTS"
DATE: 9/11/06
From: The Solution Place, Glen Arbor, MI & Olympia, WA
Contact: Wendy Garrido, 360-426-6478 or Sue Woodward, 888-228-4492
Sue is available for radio, tv interviews on the road
Sue Woodward is on the road, taking her 80 plus year old parents cross-country in a motor home she purchased off of E-bay. This touching and humorous story of dealing with her Dad, who suffered with a series of mini-strokes, and Sue's commitment to keeping him on the move, resulted in The Labor Pains of Death, the first part of a series of stories as they begin their trip out west. It is a touching contrast to the woes of the world, and presented with a wonderful, intuitive sense of the true meaning of life, family and love.
Sue Woodward is a published writer, co-owner of North Star Family Matters, a new empowered parenting magazine to commence November of this year, the mother and single parent of three daughters, a successful entrepreneur and creative guru who manages businesses and artists. She grew up in Detroit, MI and eventually moved to New York City where she had an illustrious career as Photo Operations Manager of Newsweek Magazine. She traveled throughout the world, coordinating photo coverage for news breaking events, and managed a department of 50 people. Then she moved on to become vice president of a celebrity charter jet company, manage an eccentric stock-broker's business and finally started her own consulting business.
When she ended up a single parent of three young daughters, she decided to take five years off to spend time with them, eventually relocating to her childhood summer vacation area, Glen Arbor MI. She and her children made this their home, living on Glen Lake, and surprisingly Sue landed a job as vice president of an engineering company located only 5 miles away.
Now her children are graduated from or in college and, Sue is focusing on her writing, her innovative business consulting which incorporates profit sharing to any company, writer, and/or artist she manages. The Solution Place provides the advertising, public relations and management support in return for a monthly stipend plus a percentage of future profits. "We build a team atmosphere resulting in more money for everyone over time."
Sue also has over 12 years experience in private hospice care, which has resulted in the commencement of this story, The Labor Pains of Death, which will be followed by the story of her next adventure as she takes her elderly parents cross country in her newly purchases motor home, or the "movable nursing home."
"Her emotionally touching and humorous writing brings laughter and sense of reality to all aspects of life in general. " author, Dr. Jay Littell, Leland, MI
Sample Chapters
The Labor Pains of Death by Sue Woodward
His nickname is Woody. He stands on the tennis court at the age of 87, getting ready to serve another ball, although his toss now typically rises only 2- 3 inches above his head and typically results in the ultimate destination being the net. I repeatedly explain the trajectory theory that he so fervently explained to me when I was a kid, "Dad, if you toss the ball higher, you have a better angle to clear the net." Now the words get volleyed around in his damaged brain, confusing him even more. The quick, mathematical executive who managed an accounting department at the Ford Rouge Plant is now diminished by a series of mini-strokes that closed off his logical intelligence. Yesterday he came outside in the rain, with one shoe on and one shoe off. Fortunately for those of us who love him his great sense of humor and charm remain.
He reaches into his pocket for another ball, tosses it not more than three inches above his head and follows through with a surprisingly powerful serve, making excellent contact. Suddenly credit cards launch throughout the court, followed with a trail of one dollar bills--the maximum denomination allowed him these days. Woody just served his wallet.
There is a moment of shock as we grasp the reality of what just happened. It flashes through our minds in a nanosecond. "How could a person's brain mistake a flat, smooth wallet for a fuzzy round ball?" Then, we laugh so hard we all have tears in our eyes. It feels so healthy to laugh, and Woody laughs with us. My daughter and my nephew gather up the valued remnants of his past life from his pocketed world. After the credit cards, invalidated driver's license, and dollar bills are put back in order, we begin to play once again. Within five minutes play is halted once again as now Woody's bathing suit is down to his knees, somehow extricating itself from under his white tennis shorts, which remain in the proper waist location. Once again he has accomplished the impossible. After another bout of laughter, I walk over to him, reach down into his shorts, hoping to haul the bathing suit up to its proper place. He looks at me aghast, raising his eyebrows, questioning my right to put my hand down his pants and says, "Now watch it. Don't go taking anything that doesn't belong to you."
I reply, "Dad, there isn't anything down there I want or need!" We laugh once again.
It was the fall of 2004 when their lives changed drastically. Drastic change had occurred once before when my brother had committed suicide forty some years ago. This time natural causes would drive them to the edge of their sanity. Easter Sunday Woody went to my Mom's sister house in Florida to pick Gladys up for dinner. He found her sitting in a chair, covered with bodily waste, unable to move. She had suffered a stroke. That summer they remained in Florida so they could be close to her and support her. That was the summer of Jeanne, Charley, Frances and Ivan-the hurricanes of Florida. Twice they evacuated their home, twice my broken and fragile Aunt was schlepped to sleep on the floor some place in Orlando. They returned home to a house with broken windows, missing parts of roof, and tremendous water damage. We drove down to pick them up, going into the nursing home and asking my Aunt to come home with us also. She did, and spent the last nine months of her life living with us, laughing with us, and helping us let go of her.
The torrential weather beat them down both physically and emotionally, ruining their concept of a peaceful, warm winter in Florida. The demise of my Gladys took another toll on them. It was a difficult time and now, 1-1/2 years later my parents were looking forward to their new house and their old life in Florida, their winter home, ready to live what was left of their life to the fullest. .
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