Dorotha’s Story – IBS, Constipation, Aging Issues (age 93)
I would be honored to be included on your web site. We worked together about four years ago (when I was 89) when I was having some gastro-intestinal problems. You helped me sort that out and I have been symptom-free ever since. My sister and I benefit every day from all that we have learned from you. Thank you for writing your book. Now we can have access to your excellent advice with greater ease. I will be 93 next month. Incidentally, (my sister) Boots will be 97 in January. She is amazing. She still drives the car and is active in every way. I can’t remember when it got started, but we talk every morning when we first get up. It is a long established habit. We are both grateful for good health and freedom from aches and pains. She takes all of the same Simplexity Health products that I do. That includes (digestive) Enzymes, Alpha Sun, Omega Sun (forms of Blue Green Algae), CoQ10, Super Sprouts and Algae, Acidophilus and Bifidus; and now we have added the StemPlex. Boots also takes a packet of the Original Essentials, three times a day. I know I can speak for her and give you her permission to include her story on your website too, if you would like to include her. Her name is Beulah Moore, but few people know her real name. She is just “Boots” to everyone. Our niece and her husband are living with her. We both know that it is not wise to be alone. She is grateful to have someone around to do the household chores and to keep the house up in general. My daughter-in-law lives with me and takes care of all the duties that I find difficult. It is very comforting to know that someone is here if I need them in the night. Getting old does have its drawbacks. Ha!
Dorotha Massey, age 93 and Beulah “Boots” Moore, age 97 San Diego
Please read this beautiful and very important email message that Dorotha sent to me on January
23, 2008 about her sister, Boots.
From: Dorotha Massey
To: Russell Mariani
Sent: Wednesday, January 23, 2008 1:05am
I enjoyed your conference call tonight. I feel privileged to be among your friends. I regret to tell you that my sister, Boots, passed away a few weeks ago. She was never ill. She just called me early one morning and told me she was going to die and wanted me to come hold her hand. I spent two days at her bedside holding her hand and chatting about the wonderful life we had enjoyed together. She died in her sleep the second night. She would have been 99 on January 14. A beautiful life from beginning to end. I am happy for her.
Love to you,
Note from RM: Obviously this is a beautiful message. One of the most beautiful messages I have ever received. But why is it important? It’s important because very few people die a natural death these days. In fact, in my own personal experience, I can’t remember anyone that I have known personally over the last 53 years of my life; friends, neighbors, relatives, classmates, business associates, etc. who died a natural death like Boots. They all died of heart attacks, suicide, traffic accidents, medical error or some kind of cancer. No one has ever sent me a note about a death in their family or about a death in my own family, like the note that Dorotha sent me about her sister, Boots.
It’s important for all of us to live a healthy life, obviously. But thinking about our death in a healthy wholesome way is not something that is obvious or easy for most Americans in my experience. It’s important that we all think about and imagine our death in healthy and wholesome ways. It’s important that we imagine our death and then strive to achieve it as we imagine it, just like many other important things we strive for in our lives.
I’ve always imagined living into my 90’s and knowing when it was going to be time to go. I would have taken the time to say good bye to everyone in advance so that I could spend my last few days alone. Then on that special day, I would walk out into the woods behind my house on a
warm, sunny, summer day and sit down underneath my favorite tree. I would sing a few songs and write one last poem. I would let the sun wash over me one last time. I would taste the fresh sweet air and bring it down into my lungs one last time. Then, I would just close my eyes and for one last time, smile.