Home » Blogs » Being Beautifully Bipolar » There Comes A Time

There Comes A Time

You may have noticed that a lot of my blogs have centered around the subject of stress lately. Moving, of course. But there is more too it. My mom had two physical procedures done. The other sister of my mom has cancer; the first died of pancreatic cancer several years ago. My grandma had a procedure done to her heart that nearly led to a stroke. My uncle ronnie was sick and died around Easter. His first wife (somehow connected to me by blood) is now in hospice with cancer.

As a family, we aren’t doing too well.

My grandma and I have a strong bond. We are basically interested in the same thing – flea markets, antique stores, farmer’s markets, being artistic and creative, etc. I am dazzled by her jewelry, costume or otherwise. She is always asking me what things of hers I want when she passes, the only thing I can mention is a ring I have always loved. I can’t think of anything else because I can’t think of her gone.

On June 5th, 2017,my grandma, one of the women I was named so my initials would be Elaina J, will undergo open-heart surgery. I cried in church today as my thumb went over and over a smooth stone she had painted many years ago. I use it to calm me down when I am anxious; now I am going to it for hope.

As negative as she can be and as much as we tease, I love her and want her here.

There Comes A Time

Elaina J. Martin

One comment: View Comments / Leave a Comment



APA Reference
Martin, E. (2017). There Comes A Time. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 2, 2020, from


Last updated: 29 May 2017
Statement of review: Psych Central does not review the content that appears in our blog network ( prior to publication. All opinions expressed herein are exclusively those of the author alone, and do not reflect the views of the editorial staff or management of Psych Central. Published on All rights reserved.