Blood by Bonny Beswick

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Finding killers is Calgary Police Detective Janice Maidstone’s job, for now, but her parents want her back on the  short-grass prairie in southern Saskatchewan to take over the ranch. Janice must choose between the police service  in a job she loves, or the life as a rancher to carry on the family legacy. 

The decision hangs over her head while she and her partner investigate their latest case involving a pregnancy, a  playboy fiancé, a greedy business partner, and a jealous bride. 

BLOOD 

Before I get to the main topic of my blog this month, I’m going to start again with our  nearest space neighbour. Here’s some late breaking news about the moon (and no, it’s  not about the Artemis mission). Chris DeWeese, Senior Editorial Writer for The Weather  Channel wrote this: 

“Thanks to new observations from the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST), NASA  announced that the moon will be spared from what could have been a very  explosive run-in with a “city-killer” asteroid in 2032. This new data suggests that,  instead, asteroid 2024 YR4 will pass 13,200 miles from the lunar surface. The  agency had previously given this asteroid a 4% chance of hitting the moon, which  might not sound like much, but is actually pretty high stakes, so far as these things  go.  

The large asteroid, estimated to stretch between 174 and 220 feet in diameter, was  first discovered in 2024, and scientists have been closely tracking it ever since. Early  concerns were that it could potentially hit Earth; if an asteroid this size did hit our 

planet, it could wipe out a city, carrying the equivalent force of 500 atomic bombs.  The good news? We don’t have to worry about that happening, either to us or to  our cold, silent satellite. 

So now that we can heave a sigh of relief about avoiding a catastrophe on our doorstep that we didn’t even know about, let’s get on to what I had planned to write about this  month! 

Blood. 

As a writer of Police Procedural Murder Mysteries, you might think I’m going to write  about gory crime scenes. Salacious suspense. Fictional femme fatales. Sorry. This month,  it’s all nonfiction. 

Blood makes up about 7-8% of our body weight. From high school biology, we know that  it’s made up of red blood cells (erythrocytes), white blood cells (leukocytes), platelets, and  a liquid portion (plasma). This straw-coloured fluid accounts for about 60% of total blood  volume, while erythrocytes make up roughly 40%, along with leukocytes and platelets.  (Physiology, Blood Volume Ragav Sharma , Sandeep Sharma) 

I’ve always been a regular donor at Canadian Blood Services (formerly the Canadian Red  Cross). Mom and Dad set the example early, and as soon as I turned 18, I made a point to  attend the travelling clinics. I think the first place I donated was in Pincher Creek, Alberta  in 1973. For many years, I gave whole blood. They didn’t even start accepting plasma  donations until 1998, when they became the Canadian Blood Services. 

Throughout those years, I was fortunate to have employers who were accommodating  and never questioned the two hours I took to trek across the city, donate and return to  work. At the time, I made the effort because it felt good, in a remote sort of way. 

But in August 2013, I became one of the approximately 52% of Canadians (they, or a family  member) who needed blood (or blood products), when I broke my leg, requiring a two week hospital stay and two surgeries. I ended up getting two units of whole blood and  suddenly the value of commitments made by volunteers to give blood became personal.  

After receiving the blood product, I had to wait a number of months before donating  again. After the deferral period was over, I never got back into the habit. Life got in the  way and I only went occasionally and even returned to donating whole blood instead of  plasma. 

Last week, a Facebook ad popped up reporting that most of the plasma used in Canada  comes from the United States. Plasma Donation in Canada - Canada.ca What?? The idea  that we are dependant on another country to maintain our blood supply, especially since 

so much of that blood is not given by volunteers, but by people who are paid to give,  doesn’t sit well with me. Although I’ve seen no statistics to the contrary, I can’t help but  think volunteers IN GENERAL would be healthier than those who give because they are  being paid. 

With that in mind, I’ve decided to make donating a priority again. In fact, I’ve made a  specific goal. Over the next 12-month period, I plan to donate 25 times. Since Canadian  Blood Services allows plasma donations every six days (weekly), it should be easy to roll  up my sleeve twice a month. 

But is that healthy? 

At each donation, haemoglobin levels and in the case of plasma, blood protein levels are tested. If I fail, even a tiny bit, to meet the standards, I’ll be deferred for several months,  and have to do a walk of shame out of the clinic (just kidding, they’re very nice about it and even let you stop and partake of the snacks before you go).  

Other common reasons for deferral include out-of-country travel, illness, surgery,  vaccinations, and tattoos. 

Recently, the news reported that two people died after giving plasma at a for-profit  Winnipeg collection centre. To date, no causal link between their donations and their  death has been established. 2 people die after giving plasma at for-profit Winnipeg  collection centres: Health Canada | CBC News. Over the course of my plasma donations  (well over 200), I’ve never experienced a negative reaction, nor has anyone that I know  who donates. 

But why is it so important to donate plasma? 

• Plasma is used for transfusion in hospitals for someone who needs more blood  volume because of burns, shock, trauma, or other medical emergencies.  

• It is used to help develop new medications 

• Clotting proteins found in plasma are used to help control bleeding (critical for  those suffering from clotting disorders) 

• The immune proteins contained in plasma assists in cancer many treatments,  chicken pox, measles, tetanus, immunodeficiencies, kidney disease, hepatitis B,  brain disorders and bone marrow transplants. 

While many people cannot donate (due to medical conditions or proximity to donation  centres), many more can, but never do. If you’re one of those that don’t, I encourage you  to do it. Take a friend. Who knows, you, or someone you love, may need it.

Fun Fact: Frozen plasma has a shelf life of one year. Some references: 

Plasma 

What Is Plasma in Blood?

Change by Bonny Beswick

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CHANGE

 

The bi-annual kerfuffle over the time change has me thinking about how I react to change.

The Greek philosopher Heraclitus from the city of Ephesus (photo of the ruins at Ephesus) said that “no man ever steps in the same river twice”. In other words, our lives are characterized by constant change. So, if the nature of life and my reality is in constant flux, why does it so often make me uncomfortable?

 

 

Though the seasonal time change doesn’t bother me, why do so many get their knickers in a twist when March and October roll by and it comes to change the clocks? After all, it’s only taking one hour of sleep away. And let’s be honest, how many times do we accommodate bedtime pushed an hour one way or the other to watch a great television program or the Olympics? To have company over?

And how difficult is it to change clocks? Goodness sakes, these days, most devices change automatically. If not, how many time pieces are there in a typical house? Three or four? Surely changing them can’t take more than five minutes.

In the big scheme of things, what’s the big deal? Life throws other things our way that legitimately warrant the energy to complain.

But I admit, my resistance to change is increasing as I get older. Why?

Is it fear? Even die-hard adventurers must fear the unknown, don’t they? Maybe their anxiety about unpredictable outcomes and personal inadequacies is tempered by the experience and bravado I lack.

How much is due to a moral attachment to existing routines? I don’t think I often mutter to myself if it was good enough for someone else, then it’s good enough for me. And I definitely try to avoid saying “that’s not the way Mom used to cook it” when I go for dinner to my sister's house!  

Maybe it’s just because I don’t have as much energy to burn as I did as a younger pup. That’s legitimate, isn’t it, when there’s additional effort required to make a change and I drag my feet? Even when, for example, when someone suggests yet ANOTHER software programme to do something that trusty, reliable EXCEL can do. It’s not that I cannot learn something new. It’s that I do not WANT to devote the energy to it (even if the end result might be worth it.)

Mind you, I find the change more palatable when it is suggested by someone I trust.

Change requiring an alteration to my routine, forcing me out of my comfort zone, leads to (sorry to admit) passive resistance, usually. Procrastination – often. And outright opposition and sabotage – who, me?

I am consciously trying to accept change more willingly and with a better attitude.

The Greek Stoic philosopher Epictetus is credited with saying that we cannot control what happens to us, only how we react to it. Though this is common sense, I need to remind myself of it when I’m being particularly obstinate.

Though my tendency is to have a knee-jerk reaction, I try to pause. Take a breath and a second look. Why am I objecting? Being contrary? Would I accept the change if it came from someone else? Or what if I came up with the idea?

I will change the perspective. Does it make it easier? Is the impact of the change going to rock my world (few are) or is it just a minor alteration?  And is the effort worth the result?

What if I revise my mental image? If I decide to stay away from desserts, it’s easy to sulk. But instead of deprivation, if I focus on the trousers I want to get back into, it’s easier to leave the table.

The bottom line is that I want to steer clear of transforming into a curmudgeonly old biddy, constantly locking horns and resisting change.

 

 

 

April is going to be filled with making changes. Both the sequel to Janice Maidstone’s “The Aquamarine Necklace” (“What Love Made Us Do”) and the revised edition of “Under the Ombu Tree” are back from my editors and are waiting for me to do the final polishing. Can I look at the changes they suggest with an open mind? Willing heart?

 

 

 

Prairie Treasures by Nancy M Bell

 

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Small Town Prairie Treasures

Just about every small town you come across on the Alberta prairies has a museum. They are depositories of the people and history that make each place unique. I have had the pleasure and privilege of being allowed access to the Castor and District Museum while researching my new novel Jessie's Cafe. The building still exits although it is in rough shape but it's stories live on in the minds of many people who call Castor home. 

The museum is housed in an old Canadian Pacific railway station. Here you will find many old photos and mementos of bygone days.  Butter churns, pottery water coolers, games and needlework. You can visit antique hospital equipment and imagine what a trip to the hairdresser's used to look like.

There are books containing the history of the region and town along with  personal accounts from long time residents and those who have passed on, leaving their words to remind us of who they were and what was.

Housed in the basement of the museum are archives of the now defunct Castor Advance newspaper. Dating from the 1900's right up until the paper ceased to exist in 2024. It was such fun to carefully turn the yellowed pages that documented life in the 1900's and then further on into the 20s and 50s. Advertisements for cattle and land, businesses that flourished in Castor during that era. Some for a long time and some gone like prairie smoke in a very short time. 

Some places that have ceased to exist are remembered in the pages of the archives. The village of Bulwark was located not far from Castor and the pages of the archives make mention of the comings and goings of those by gone inhabitants. All that remains today is the Bulwark Cemetary still guarding it's occupants on the windswept grasslands. 

Just a bit north of Castor is Donalda whose town boasts a huge lantern that is the centre piece of the town. To the south of us Hanna lays claim to a giant cactus which you can find at Cactus Corners on Hay 9. To the east Coronation has a giant crown. Closer to Stettler is Rochon Sands with its giant fishing lure, a nod to nearby Buffalo Lake.

All these and more are prairie treasures quietly waiting for seekers to find them.

Photos below are property of Castor and District Museum. The museum building is in the background of this picture.

Until next month stay well, stay happy.

Chasing A Story by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #New Story #Deadlines #Dumb Mistakes

 

Working on the second book featuring the characters in the above book. This time, it's called Voice From Her Past.

How would you feel is you received  phone call from someone you hadn't heard from for twenty years. This is definitely a shock, especially when you learn the person is still living. he knew I was since he could see when I publish another book. Was nice to hear how he was doing and a bit sad to hear some things. But the cll did give me another idea for a story. Not that I need new ideas most of the time. \

Voice From Her Past is a romance with a bit of complications. The hero a pediatric surgeon has two children who are close in age. He didn't know about one of these children. Now he wants to find a way to turn this into a family/ He and the heroine, a pediatrician, were very close during their residencies, but when he abruptly left following his father's death and their several weeks apart while he took care of matters. An old girlfriend had set her eyes on him and for a time, she won. She is no longer alive. Now the pair has met again. He wants another chance. She refuses to have her heart broken again.

I'm working hard to make giving him another chance but he must earn it. Hopefully, this will hit the lists in June.

April Goals by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Dreams #April

 

April goals are to finish my current WIP and send it off. A Voice From Her Past is the first of hopefully a series about Phone Calls out of the blue. This  was triggered by a phone call I received from a friend. I hadn't heard from him for more than ten years. Catching up was fun and it's good to know he's doing well and getting older like most of us.

So this story A Voice From Her Past was triggered by this call. There is also a second one brewing in my head about another phone call from the past for a second heroine. I'm sure there will be a third call to come. The first book concerns a broken friendship and romance. The second that's brewing is about a call from a friend of the father  she never knew. The third hasn't yet arisen but I'm sure it will once I've finished the first story and am planning the second.