Review – Gohl Program | Part 2

Review – Gohl Program | Part 2

By Twinkle VanFleet

Monica Depriest and Arik Gohl picked me up from my son’s home on October 23rd, 2016. My husband and I had spent the weekend there to take care of our grandson De’Mantai so his mom could enjoy some time away. I had just had a cervical steroid injection. This was my second in 8 weeks. I had only ever had Lumbar Sympathetic Nerve blocks prior and over a dozen of them. I had began with a series of 3 scheduled one week apart in 2006. It had taken 6 years for any treatment other than medication management due to Worker’s Compensation. So that I’m precise rather than confusing, these weren’t denied. Had they been denied I could appeal, instead just stalled and delayed. Since the first 2 series of 3, I’ve had one injection a year since, generally during winter and often times delayed beyond my physician’s control.

We arrived in Loomis California an area outside of Sacramento that evening.

Photos above taken 3 hours apart and the same day as the video below. November 4, 2016.

Admittedly, my body was weak and pain was high, but I hadn’t shared that yet. I tend to go off on my own, and attempt to distract myself when among others. As we arrived, Susie and her son Tommy who has RSD/CRPS, along with her son David had also arrived. Jamie and Spencer arrived later. Jamie Pearson is active in the RSD/CRPS communities, too. Arik’s wife Veronica was amazing and helped us all feel at home. Vero’s hospitality and playful spirit afforded us the ease of being less anxious and at ease among those we didn’t know. Sam Ballentyne licensed therapist and energy healer was also present during the week. Dr. Edward Glaser arrived the next morning. Dr. Glaser is the owner of Sole Supports and an engineer and DPM specializing in Podiatry and Orthotics. Another Podiatrist joined us to observe and all our therapies would begin the morning of October 24th.

16 years. 10 with a permanent Spinal Cord Stimulator (SCS) that hasn’t been turned back on since the morning of the 24th. My only blessing that has been on day in and day out since 2006. The only time it’s ever been off is to either charge a drained battery or to push past 2-3 days to allow my brain to scramble and disguise the pain signals it provided. Our brains realize it’s being tricked. Turning it off let it work better again when turning it back on.



It’s been over a week since returning.  I wasn’t suppose to ever be able to do this, at least without added pain or causing a flare-up. Lets see if I can get to the point of running one day. 2 days ago, I was still told I never will.

So what is Manual Ligament Therapy?

Are you still curious?  ANATOMY PHYSIOLOGY, PATHOPHYSIOLOGY REVIEW Ligaments: A source of musculoskeletal disorders

Review – Gohl Program | Part 1

By Twinkle VanFleet

https://rsdadvisory.com/2016/10/31/review-gohl-program-part-1/


https://gohlprogram.com/

https://gohlprogram.wordpress.com/


I know you can’t wait to learn more and I can’t wait to share it with you. Stay tuned for Review – Gohl Program | Part 3

In the meantime, here’s Jamie’s story on

Dragonflyy’s Journey

To be Continued…

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The Opposite of Fear is Faith

Image Credit by Ozra September 24, 2015 Bay Area CA_1.

Image Credit by Ozra

Is it? I think that’s a truth statement, mostly. Fear is defined as a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc.,whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. One definition of Faith is defined as confidence or trust in a person or thing; belief in anything. Without having something to believe in, to add light to darkness, or hope in pain, change, love there really can’t be either. Yin and Yang. It takes one to have the other. It also takes commitment to oneself. Believing in ourselves when no one else does. Saving our own lives, if we must. 

“One betrayal costs a hundred devotions. One deception sacrifices ten loyalties. One misconception is the price paid toward assumptions and against each other”. ~Dyversiti

The struggle has been real and it’s been hard, but no one has really known that but me. I feel like the 5 years forward I’ve come (and the 10 years it took to get the there) has led 15 years backwards. I’m not physically or emotionally well and trying so very hard to not have a bitter heart.  ‘Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do”. I’ve always continued to love and care, and.. forgive even when the pain was on me because I was #StrongerThanPain and I was stronger because fear and faith ran simultaneously through me, always.

In Theology, Grace is defined as the freely given, unmerited favor and love of God; the influence or spirit of God operating in humans to regenerate or strengthen them. The Grace of God has been with me all the while. I’m already flawless in his eyes. Yet I fear… yes I fear, my journey has only just begun. Faith will evenly carry me through it. Hope is seemingly unconditional, but hope is conditional upon others, energy, an action.

BELIEVE

by Twinkle VanFleet

WITHOUT HOPE,

WE WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO PRAY FOR-

WITHOUT FAITH,

WE WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO BELIEVE IN,

WITHOUT LIFE AND DEATH,

WE WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO-

WITHOUT GOD,

WE WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTHING AT ALL.

©1995-1999-2016 Twinkle Wood-VanFleet/Golden Rainbow Poetry/All rights reserved. (Written in the 80’s)

 

Dependent on medication management, I was. I still am, yet I’m not actually taking any pain relieving medication at all. It’s easier to send someone off to mental health than it is to understand that sometimes, usually, those meds give back life, instead of take it away. And in my case it did both.

Christmas 2015

Hanging on the wall in the VanFleet home.

Hanging on the wall in the VanFleet home.

Originally we were going to go over to our son and daughter’s Christmas morning. Instead we went over on Christmas eve. Our son had to work until 2:oo a.m. Father and daughter watched the football game. They can get loud and crazy. I’m not a football girl, so at first I was listening to Spotify tunes and then I hung out with our grandson watching funny Vine video’s. We were all in bed fairly early. My husband and I were the first up Christmas morning. We woke about 8:50 a.m and got up about 9:00 a.m. Everyone else was sleeping. My husband said heck no! it’s Christmas morning they never let us sleep in on Christmas, so he went and woke ‘Tai up and I woke Kharisma. Ozra didn’t get in from work until 3:00 a.m and while I did go wake him, gave him a bit longer. Coffee was already on when I woke our daughter.

We didn’t do Christmas dinner, times are just hard that way and we all did a nice Thanksgiving dinner at our daughter and son in laws. Since our daughter Rikki and Dan were going to his family, we decided to just do Christmas breakfast/brunch and that’s what we did. Our oldest Kharisma, our grandson De’Mantai (‘Tai), our son who had to work that day too, and my husband and I.  All was as perfect as it could be! We’ve made alterations like this before when one or more of us had to work and we couldn’t be together. I’ve even changed the day or time so that we all could be.

Our 9 year old grandson was lit up by the hand made blanket he was gifted from our friend Debbie and the toys and Disney lithographs he received for his advocacy from the Power of Pain Foundation.

We managed to get a few photos before our son left for his second job providing security for the State of California. His first job is an 8 to 5 Monday through Friday. My dad is a retired officer, my son’s God dad is an active officer, and my son is training to be. Recently promoted to Sergeant in the Sheriffs Explorer’s program to lead others as he was the last 4+ years. Former National Youth Ambassador for the Power of Pain Foundation and Executive Board Member that’s where our grandson will be one day.

Father, Son, Mama Xmas 2015

Our daughter returned to work a month or more ago after a 3 month leave for medical reasons. She finally had her MRI at Stanford we hit a snag on. Hoping for answers on tumor growth, intervention, and treatment plan soon. It’s all so ongoing.

In her world anything is possible. Nothing can hold HER back. Her power and ambition are her strength. It is always about HER. Welcome to Her world. Thank you. (For Kay from Ozra)

In her world anything is possible. Nothing can hold HER back. Her power and ambition are her strength. It is always about HER. Welcome to Her world. Thank you. (For Kay from Ozra)

Brother and sister. Ozra and Kharisma.

Brother and sister. Ozra and Kharisma.

 

Father and son spent the morning putting together the 3 way game table that Kurtis Ozra (Ozie) gifted his house. ‘Tai was so excited.

Father and son. (Kurtis Ozra and Erik Kurtis)

Father and son. (Kurtis Ozra and Erik Kurtis)

 

Son and Mother ('Tai and Kay/Kharisma)

Son and Mother (‘Tai and Kay/Kharisma)

‘Tai had to play his mom a few games.

 

And before his Uncle headed out the door for work, nephew wanted some candy…

Nephew and Uncle ('Tai and Ozra)

Nephew and Uncle (‘Tai and Ozra)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wish we had Rikki with us but we can’t be children hogs. We do have to share. 🙂

I raised some amazing kids, all 3 of them. Daughter Kharisma is a manager, daughter Rikki is an Assistant Funeral Director and son Ozra is everything he can be at 18. I did good! We did good Erik VanFleet! 2016 is 30 years strong. De’Mantai Xayvier is already on his way as a Gifted and Talented Education student. Several honor roll achievements to his name.

Honored to be honored for just being mama. (son and mother, Ozra and Twinkle)

Honored to be honored for just being mama. (son and mother, Ozra and Twinkle)

 

 

Yeah, we all did good!

It was a Merry Christmas!

Ohana.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hope your Christmas was blessed, too.

 

Overcoming Challenging Obstacles

Excerpts from, Overcoming Challenging Obstacles by Twinkle VanFleet below.

The past few years have been a test of strength, endurance, and possibilities amidst constant setbacks to overcome. 5 years after the injury that led to my CRPS, I did go back to school for a degree in Corporate Publishing. At the end of 2006 I took leave to have my permanent Spinal Cord Stimulator implanted and I returned approximately 10 weeks later. Due to not being able to drive any longer, my husband took me and picked me up in between his own full-time work schedule. By 2007, I wasn’t able to keep up any longer. My grandson was born in 2006, too. My husbands first heart attack when he was 37, 2 stent placements, his Diabetes diagnosis, he only used accumulated vacation time for it and returned to work in a weeks time. In 2007, we bought or first home, but he also lost his 13 year career and stability when his company C.S.A.A. (AAA) relocated out of California. I continued to raise awareness for chronic pain, met Trudy Thomas, became a leader at MD Junction’s RSD Support and remained for 3 years. My own support group which I began on My Space in 2003 was moved to Facebook, yet I didn’t move the members with it. I like for people to find us rather than to send out invites or notify. I met Barby through Trudy. My son had a traumatic brain injury in August of 2011 and my husband had a second heart attack within a year. I stayed in the PICU with Ozra for 10 days. In December of 2012 I stayed at the hospital with my husband for the entire 9 days during his quadruple bypass surgery, the first few days I slept in the van. In 2012, I had Gall bladder surgery and in 2013 I had another Gall bladder surgery which included the removal of part of my liver and multiple hemangioma’s. https://rsdadvisory.com/2013/07/17/gall-bladder-fiasco-continued-and-hopefully-the-final-chapter/

2014 my daughters liver disease, our sons birth defect diagnosis from Shriners Children’s Hospital unrelated to his TBI and my surgery to have my SCS battery replaced. Piece of cake, mostly. 2015 started with a bang and 3 weeks of hard Cymbalta, Zonegran, and Clonazapam withdrawal due to WC delaying Rx refills. The other 2 weren’t filled either, but really no effects from them as much as the other 3. I no longer take Clonazapam or get the Lidoderm. It hasn’t been easy, especially when Clonazapam did help and pain management medication was and is already at the lowest minimum. I already do all that I can to minimize my own agony and I practice these coping strategies each and every day. My husband just had surgery to repair a torn shoulder a few months ago and we just learned by MRI he has another tear in his knee. We’re still learning all we can at Stanford for our daughter. Rikki is managing well. My purpose is in helping others, it’s all I’ve ever done one way or another, but it isn’t my passion. I’ve come to realize it can’t be. It’s not the fire flickering about the dancing flames that motivates my spirit to fly. My bucket-list goal survives all this. It’s not writing, I have that. It’s not policy, POP gave me that opportunity again. It’s much deeper than that, at least for me. Our son and oldest daughter are moving in together on the 1st. My man and I will have our home to ourselves. January 26th begins my 16th year. I’m not sure where 2016 will take us, I just know I take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’ … for mine.


Overcoming Challenging Obstacles

“Pain isn’t in our head, but it is in our brain, and our minds. Pain is sent from the spinal cord, sending messages to our brain, back to our spinal cord and up and down those nerve pathways. Pain signals reach our endorphins, limbic system, https://www.dartmouth.edu/~rswenson/NeuroSci/chapter_9.html hypothalamus, where they then affect our emotions and other bodily functions. http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=10812

Functional restoration afforded me lessons and insight to be able to push on. Sometimes we already realize these lessons for someone else, but when it’s us, we don’t recognize it the same, we change, unless we change us back.

It’s a daily process to overcome additional challenges brought on by chronic or intractable pain. It’s moment by moment at times. Having to stop something suddenly to practice breathing exercises to decrease a stress situation brought on by either emotion or a spike in pain, bring a rise in blood pressure down, use focal points, imagery or going to my “happy place” in my mind to ease myself.

“I will walk, when I cannot walk I will carry myself, when I cannot carry myself, I will fly” ©2009-2015 Twinkle VanFleet/@rsdcrpsfire Written while attending Compass Center for Functional Restoration

John C. Thomas, PhD, Rick Wurster MSG, MPT, ABP, BCIAC, Leticia Camarena M. A., Tatyana Yatsenko, Larry Lane, Patient, Patient, Twinkle VanFleet, Patient. Compass Center for Functional Restoration Graduation July 17, 2009

I began recording both my P & E. I tracked my “pain” level and my “emotional” level using the same Numeric Rating Scale. The 11 point 0 – 10 scale where 0 represents “no pain” and 10 represents “worse pain imaginable”, “as bad as I can imagine” or unimaginable. I don’t do this anymore because I’ve learned to have the awareness without tracking, but for example at the moment I logged, my E/emotions/stress was an 8 and my P/pain/physical was a 5, I would eventually learn that my pain level would most likely rise anytime. I had to use my cognitive tools right away to reduce my stressors in order to manage the physical pain. I discussed this concept at MDJunction.com when I was a group leader in the RSD Support Forum in 2009.

Life itself can be hard, add pain to it, and it’s even harder. It can be managed with the right tools. It’s never going to be perfect, but we can make it as comfortable or as tolerable as possible for ourselves. Removing or decreasing triggers that instigate pain have eased me. I can’t watch the internet all day. It’s not because I don’t love or care for everyone. It’s because there are pain triggers everywhere. When we see images, graphics, memes of illness or disease scrolling by, especially our own, a trigger can occur. I’ve learned over the years to recognize this. I have the awareness to understand that I can be a contributing factor in my own discomfort.

I never went to preschool and Kindergarten was only for a week or two. I started school in the first grade. I was taught at home and I was reading at advanced levels by the age of 5. My comprehension and spelling ability was always above average. While I either suppressed it or just didn’t care to acknowledge it, I did go to special classes in the first and second grade because I couldn’t pronounce the letter’s S and T in words and sentences properly. I was a critical thinker immediately in life. http://www.criticalthinking.org/pages/defining-critical-thinking/766

By the time I got to my 4th elementary school in the middle of the school year in the second grade, I didn’t have to tell anyone I went to the classes with the special ones. Those new kids and that neighborhood became the ones I grew up with until I left Sacramento in October of the 9th grade to move to L.A. County for my dad’s job. The rest of that year carried with it a bit of insecurity. I started Drama at my new high school and as a Junior I was in second year advanced drama, speech, debate and thespian clubs, involved in school plays, in chamber singers for a while, I swirled the baton too, but chose my priorities and kept to the one’s I still use today. By the middle of the 11th grade I was off to the high desert where my parents bought a home. I’ve been in 4 high schools, 2 Junior high’s due to the district split and several elementary. I learned to adapt young. I may not like it, but I do it fairly well. I’m a survivor of repeated childhood molestation and indirect physical and emotional abuse.

I’ve been an Empath http://themindunleashed.org/2013/10/30-traits-of-empath.html for as long as I can remember. I can vividly still remember leaving my teething ring on the back metal bumper edge of my dad’s best friend’s pickup truck and them driving away with it. I’m hypersensitive to people, places and things sometimes to my own detriment, yet I’m also a no-nonsense girl. I’m inclined to the natural order of things, including man and woman, but I’m not a doormat. I love my crazy and he does, too! Why? Because it’s really not all that crazy, I just like to have it appear so in the midst all the uncertainty in life. Laughing is the best medicine of all. If I can make you laugh, give you something to laugh at even if it’s at my own expense, I’m thrilled to have been of service.”

Empathy Vs Sympathy

http://www.diffen.com/difference/Empathy_vs_Sympathy

Sure there are times I think “Dang, no one gets it!” I don’t mean in everyday situations, I mean in my critical thinking. Those who are on the same page fear agreeing openly until my thought, reasoning, even an educated statement that I make is validated by someone with high education, authority or status. By that time I really don’t need the care, concern or acknowledgment. I might have needed it when I was no one to be acknowledged for. No one will ever know in these situations because I’ll not ever treat them any different and there isn’t any animosity, but there is recall. Why? Because everything we do or don’t do to another person makes an impact on them. Those impacts influence the rest of their lives by accumulation in decisions and choices. This includes my interaction with other people.

By the time I was in the 4th grade I was in the MGM program. At that time called Mentally Gifted Minds. My 9-year-old grandson is currently in the Gifted and Talented Education Program (G.A.T.E.).

During the 4th to 6th grade 2 of my class periods were reserved for tutoring the NES (Non English Speaking) students who just joined our Country from Vietnam, and other Southeast Asian communities. I was 8 years old when I began the 4th grade. These years were 1975-1977/78. Due to being bright enough to be a student teacher at such a young age, I missed normal class subject time; I began to fall behind in math studies. My mathematical education is only that of general knowledge. I held enough that I was promoted to General Manager for a Restaurant by the time I was 24.

I started college when I was 15 in the high desert of California. Law and Acting. I studied both Fundamentals of Crime and Delinquency and Theory and Practice of Acting. I loved being a minor, non-adult, in an adult law class. I loved that my mind was evolving, but it was at a pace others couldn’t keep up with. I loved learning by law enforcement mentors and the few things I participated in to grow and develop lifetime strategies for. I’ve been fond of the Law, Sociology, Philosophy, Theology, Theosophy, The Human Mind, Psychology, Enlightenment, Consciousness. Alternative Lifestyles, Natural Order and the last decade or so Pain Psychology. I like various other topics relating to each of these, too. When I indulge in a book these are the things I enlighten myself in.”  Excerpts from, Overcoming Challenging Obstacles by Twinkle VanFleet (Currently unpublished in its entirety) ©2015 Twinkle VanFleet, Overcoming Challenging Obstacles. All rights reserved.

(Several paragraphs have been removed from the original for this share)


 

It really is a multi-disciplinary approach to pain care and taking an active role in our own overall well-being that makes the difference between making it or breaking it. Even if we have to fake it to make it to get there.

~Twinkle

A Bit of Hope

A Bit of Hope

By Twinkle VanFleet

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A hand reached out from heaven,

And lifted her toward the sky,

She saw a glimpse of heaven,

Through the twinkle in his eyes.

I give to you the world,

There you will change many lives,

Because of you, they will love me,

They will see me… the spirit,

Through your eyes.

 

I gave to you hope,

You will always hope for them,

I gave to you a voice,

Use it now and again.

I gave you a golden heart,

So it may always be true,

I gave to you the personality,

I made not another soul like you.

You will always shine,

Like stars of the night-light,

You are a special one,

From the dust,

I made you right.

 

Your words will teach them,

Only a few and I will understand,

His heart will love you,

He receives from me your hand.

Teach them the truth,

You will know what it means,

You will be the many winds,

Beneath his wings.

 

He will cherish you, but

Your own heart will cherish him more,

Together, you must share with the world,

My hopes and dreams

Hope is what I made you for.

©1995-1999-2015 Twinkle wood-VanFleet/Golden Rainbow Poetry/All Rights Reserved. First publication: by Golden Rainbow Poetry licensed as a small business in the City of West Sacramento, CA. 1995. OL- 2007. Written 30+ years ago. Slightly altered from original.

Cause of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome Further Examined

Cause of Complex Regional Pain Syndrome Further Examined.

The researchers reported recent discoveries indicated there is an “autoimmune contribution,” to the condition, which often occurs after a small accident or surgery and causes pain that persists for several years.”

By Jacquelyn Gray | August 05, 2014

Click above for full article

(Pressed Post)

I shared a similar article a bit ago to my Facebook and related pages. This one is 2 days old. It is a reminder that there is hope!  ~T

Stepping Up and Stepping Out with POPF (Power of Pain Foundation)

So many don’t realize what isolation is until they find worth in something or worth finds you. 14 years ago the injury, a right foot mid metatarsal separation changed my life.  In my story Emotional Seperation- Fire ‘N Flight Where Pain and Depression Collide by Twinkle (EKV) VanFleet you will find all the truth you need to and you will also find my story seemingly ends in 2006. My story never ended. 

As the years moved on, I learned to adapt. I wasn’t even on Facebook until 2009. I was however on Myspace where I met many RSD/CRPS leaders, organizations, shared posts, wrote posts to share. I have really never been one to hide my life. What you see is what you get as long as you are able to perceive it properly and fairly. The innocent looking, pretty, slim princess could so easily be the one selling the drugs.. and me? The pierced girl, who wears bracelets, anklets and just kicks it whether in leisure or professionally could be taken as the mobster.  I mentioned recently in a group post, the group that I founded over a decade ago that I am finally glad it’s me. That I am one to be judged, wrongly. For it might be me to make a difference in the world one day on the matter of prejudiced and profiling.  In a sense, I truly can’t wait!

I have done so much in the background over the years. The articles I had written, support given and offered, endless hours spent on so many that I let even my own family become second to all else.  I fell and I came back up. No one knew it. How could they? I didn’t tell anything.

Approximately a year or more ago, I posted a message that said “I need to find my happy” What I meant was that all my posts were bland, to the point, taken as serious. No online hints. No lol’s, no lmao’s, no ~laughs. Just the post.  Someone replied with I’m so happy you have. I was happy, too.

I started sharing posts of laughter, some not so accepted by a few. Some contained curse words, the graphic posts to me were funny and to so many others.. they laughed and laughed. Made their day! To a few they were found offensive, disgusting, wrong.

Suddenly where does that leave me?

It wasn’t until I became a member of the Power of Pain Foundation that I was able to have enough conviction and belief in myself to leave my home again.  Weight gain, swelling, vocabulary that in person is stuttered, lapse of memory, the inability to keep on my feet or even feel good about the life that had become me.

The Power of Pain Foundation showed me that I am so much more that the disabilities and inabilities that I sometimes put myself down for.

They have encouraged me to stay me! In all that I am and all that I might become.  They have accepted my diversities which so many of you will never, just never understand and they let me embrace it and move forward with all of it.

I get my work done and I fall short from time to time. What I have never had is someone putting me down, but instead encouraging me and thanking me for what I can do, not scolding me for what I am unable to do.

Simply put, work is work. Volunteer or not. Sometimes we all need a nudge just like any other job..  before you say but wait! It’s volunteer.. I can only imagine how many other volunteer positions I might have had that I would have been booted out from already. Why? Because I couldn’t get out of bed that day!

My journey with Power of Pain has afforded me the opportunity and want to get my butt out of bed or force my legs to go because it gave me incentive. We lose so much with CRPS/RSD. We need to know we still have some bit of worth. And you do! We all do. It doesn’t matter how small. It doesn’t even matter if you think there’s nothing left.. you have worth, you always will. Please remember that!

I’ve been POPF’s California Ambassador for a couple of years now. I have organized and attended one major event. I have done guest appearances on the Living with HOPE Radio Show with Host Trudy Thomas, I have Co Hosted a Bit, my grandson was featured in an article with Barby Ingle, I wrote the Forward for Barby Ingle Taylor and Ken Taylor”s book Real Love and Good Sex for Pain Patients and Their Partners 

I can’t even remember what else I might have done or achieved.

I thought that I wasn’t doing enough for POPF that I had let them down. These were my thoughts. I thought, my lack of mobility was holding me back from being able to interact with the local community and at large, the entire California Community. I thought that my immediate family issues were setting me aside because I was taking care of them. It wasn’t so.

And then..

I was honored with the promotion to Executive Board Member.

My goal now is to continue on building my POPF California Team. Throughout all of California.

I continue to search at random (with a few helpful hints) for the Power of Pain Foundation’s Patient Fundraiser Program for Youth, each month we choose 4 patients. From neuropathy, nerve diseases and disorders, RSD/CRPS, cancer treatment, medication and devices to other that will ease the life of a youth between 0 and 20.

And we divide $200 by 4. Power of Pain Foundation adds $50 to each chosen youth’s fundraiser account.

If you know anyone who fits our program specifications please contact me.

If you are in California and if you would like to be considered to represent POPF California, in any way, please contact me.  Please understand I cannot promise anyone a representative position.  I would however be most interested in speaking to you from any area of California of which you live.

Twinkle VanFleet, Twinkle.CA@powerofpain.org

May I add that POPF also offered me something else…

In my 20’s,  I was in the running to gather signatures for WSAC City Council

Accidentally in a sense..  Barby Ingle gave me back something, I lost so long ago.

Lets just say.. I’m on it now. And this time,  Que Sera, Sera

Continuing to step up and step out..

and about with POPF.

 

~Twinkle V.