Sam, Ben, The Bunny and Other Life Happenings
Sam spent most of the summer at college working as a Freshman Orientation Guide at SUNY Buffalo, where he attends college. He loved it and met some interesting people. It was an awesome experience for him and his confidence and maturity grew tremendously. He has become a wonderful man and I'm very proud of him. In the fall he is moving off campus to a house that he will be sharing with six other guys. As a group, they are hoping that some cute girls will come and clean and cook for them. There are lessons to be learned here, and I'm cheering for the girls to teach them. The house leaves a lot to be desired, but I don't have to live there.
Ben has had a disappointing summer. The spring soccer season could not have gone better. He scored a ton, he was physically in excellent shape, and he was fast. He was the star of his travel team. He was also playing on a rec team, subbing for another travel team and playing with his friends daily. Then life as he knew it changed. The last week in June he got strep throat, and then even though he seemed to recover from that, he got sick. Severe leg pain, constant dizziness, chest discomfort and a loss of appetite were his complaints. He lost weight he couldn't afford to lose. He had tons of blood tests, ultrasounds, EKGs, Head Scans, doctor visits and no one could tell us what was wrong. Lyme, tested negative, Mono, tested negative, you name it, they tested for it. His primary pediatrician felt it was viral, the neurologist felt it was depression, Infectious Disease felt it wasn't an infection of any sort. Another pediatrician thought we should test for drugs or alcohol. All I knew was that I had a kid who was in too much pain and too dizzy to leave the house, no wonder people questioned if he was sad. Time has helped and I sometimes think he's better. Though I sometimes wonder if Ben has a vested interest in not feeling well. Soccer season is looming and I think it will pass Ben by. We are trying to push him along a bit, but it's frustrating and I worry about Ben daily.
I rescued a baby bunny from a mean crow the other day. The baby was the size of my hand (which is very small). I was walking before work around 6am and I noticed the crow and then the bunny. He ran out in the road and was too little to get up the curb. So I picked him up and returned him to his den where his brothers and sisters were. They were beyond cute. But by that evening when I went back to check on them, all of them were gone. The joy I felt holding that baby bunny was huge. The teasing I took over what happened to the bunnies has been endless.
In June, when I had a few days off, I fell in a pothole in the park and sprained my ankle, scrapped up my leg and bruised my hand. I didn't have a cell phone with me, so I brushed myself off and walked the 2+ miles home. It took a long time to heal because I was constantly on it. Well I took a few days off this week and today I took a long walk. I fell in a pot hole in the park and sprained the same ankle, scrapped the same leg and bruised the same hand. I am quite sure I muttered the same fucking words. Well, guess what, I didn't have a cell phone with me and I brushed myself off and walked the 2+ miles home. Not only am I stupid, I am stubborn.
Do any of you remember the essay I wrote about Hope? It posted on here somewhere. Well I submitted it for publication to several magazines and it was picked for publication in "Coping" a magazine for Cancer patients. It is a free nation wide magazine found in Oncology Offices across the country. Pretty cool.
Well that the news. Sorry it's been a while. Hope this finds everyone happy, healthy and experiencing joy.
Ben has had a disappointing summer. The spring soccer season could not have gone better. He scored a ton, he was physically in excellent shape, and he was fast. He was the star of his travel team. He was also playing on a rec team, subbing for another travel team and playing with his friends daily. Then life as he knew it changed. The last week in June he got strep throat, and then even though he seemed to recover from that, he got sick. Severe leg pain, constant dizziness, chest discomfort and a loss of appetite were his complaints. He lost weight he couldn't afford to lose. He had tons of blood tests, ultrasounds, EKGs, Head Scans, doctor visits and no one could tell us what was wrong. Lyme, tested negative, Mono, tested negative, you name it, they tested for it. His primary pediatrician felt it was viral, the neurologist felt it was depression, Infectious Disease felt it wasn't an infection of any sort. Another pediatrician thought we should test for drugs or alcohol. All I knew was that I had a kid who was in too much pain and too dizzy to leave the house, no wonder people questioned if he was sad. Time has helped and I sometimes think he's better. Though I sometimes wonder if Ben has a vested interest in not feeling well. Soccer season is looming and I think it will pass Ben by. We are trying to push him along a bit, but it's frustrating and I worry about Ben daily.
I rescued a baby bunny from a mean crow the other day. The baby was the size of my hand (which is very small). I was walking before work around 6am and I noticed the crow and then the bunny. He ran out in the road and was too little to get up the curb. So I picked him up and returned him to his den where his brothers and sisters were. They were beyond cute. But by that evening when I went back to check on them, all of them were gone. The joy I felt holding that baby bunny was huge. The teasing I took over what happened to the bunnies has been endless.
In June, when I had a few days off, I fell in a pothole in the park and sprained my ankle, scrapped up my leg and bruised my hand. I didn't have a cell phone with me, so I brushed myself off and walked the 2+ miles home. It took a long time to heal because I was constantly on it. Well I took a few days off this week and today I took a long walk. I fell in a pot hole in the park and sprained the same ankle, scrapped the same leg and bruised the same hand. I am quite sure I muttered the same fucking words. Well, guess what, I didn't have a cell phone with me and I brushed myself off and walked the 2+ miles home. Not only am I stupid, I am stubborn.
Do any of you remember the essay I wrote about Hope? It posted on here somewhere. Well I submitted it for publication to several magazines and it was picked for publication in "Coping" a magazine for Cancer patients. It is a free nation wide magazine found in Oncology Offices across the country. Pretty cool.
Well that the news. Sorry it's been a while. Hope this finds everyone happy, healthy and experiencing joy.
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