Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Mud-Luscious World

"The world is Mud-Luscious and puddle wonderful"
E.E. Cummings

 There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Carl Sandburg




“You can't go splashing through puddles of happy without getting some of it on you.”

― Becca Wilhite


Some of my favorite photos, scanned, from when my kids were much younger.
They make me smile!


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This week's theme:
Thematic Photographic 187- Watery
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Friday, March 9, 2012

Thematic Photographic 186 - Past Its Prime

Every trek to Mexico Beach, takes us through the
very small town (if you want to call it that) of
Two Egg, Florida

In July 2003, it took on a little more of a meaning to us. We had spent 4th of July at Mexico Beach and were heading home.
About two hours earlier, an engagement had happened, sitting on the beach, on a windy morning. The proposal had been in private. We started home excited about the future and anxious about how the kids would all react. My children were younger and were with us.
As we rounded the corner in Two Egg, the boat started to lean so we pulled over.
A flat tire…
So in front of this little store, closed for some time now, we stood, away from the rain, while my now-fiancé, changed a flat tire.
We decided while he was busy with the tire, I would let the boys know we were planning to get married.

(across the lane from the store - they went hand in hand)

And I did and all was well. Smiles then the normal enthusiam of male beings over the things that make women happy and giddy.
Many more trips have been made to the beach and back past this little country store, past its prime. Each passing leads to us saying, “hey, remember what happened here?” and then the kids roll their eyes and we all laugh. Sometimes it is a call to other car (when traveling separate), “guess where I am.” We actually consider this spot, the engagement spot, as opposed to the beach and the sand and sea.
About two years ago, as we rolled through, the grey building was gone. The grocery store was still standing , but pieces were being removed.  It still stands today, but way past its prime, with a missing front porch and signs.

Last spring my son drove his car( and his brother) to the beach, for the first time. He started out a couple hours before us. As we began our trip the phone rang, and the question raised, “guess where I am…”
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Monday, March 5, 2012

Captain America's Kryptonite

This picture is from a year ago. I loved the speed demon blur of my nieces son running through the room.
This is our family's Captain America…who has now graduated to “Super C.”
When he was a few years younger, he would eat English peas like there was no tomorrow. They were for charging his super hero batteries.

(in the ORANGE cape)

In April and May, following this picture, he played soccer. He ran and jumped and crawled and kicked.

(March 2011)


By June, though, something was changing. He walked on his tippy toes. He did not want to run. He did not necessarily want to walk as much either.
In tears, my sister in law, his Annie (grandmother), expressed heart breaking fear that there was something amiss.  Local pediatricians seemed none too concerned.  Some suggested it was leftover from his parent’s divorce (several years earlier). Some suggested it might be because he had grown so tall, so fast, that his muscles were sore and catching up. His dad traveled to a specialist’s office 90 miles away and waited in the waiting room of a pediatric neurologist’s office, until they would give them an appointment.
Who would have ever imagined what journey was about to be traveled? The first appointment led to many tests. They led to more doctor’s visits. Was it neurological? Was it an orthopedic problem? No psychological residue from his parent’s divorce. Neurological test came back fine. Scottish Rites in Orlando came back with no orthopedic problem.
Unfortunately the symptoms were pointing to an obscure possible diagnosis. This led to an appointment with a specialist in Atlanta.
In August, entering Kindergarten, the school started having him go to lunch and to PE in a wheelchair.
More tests. A need for special approval from the major medical insurance to perform the blood test is required.
By October he was in a wheelchair for moving distances greater than a few feet. When not in the wheelchair, he walked only with assistance. Severe cramps would attack his leg muscles. His hands and arms would turn in by the end of the day, muscles having lost energy and muscles constricting.
A heart breaking prognosis is given.  
A longing, a need, a tearful visit to ones knees for a miracle. 
By Christmas, other than scooting around on the floor, all treks from one room to another was by way of being carried or in the wheelchair. His trunk muscles are now affected, and sitting up straight is tiring and difficult.
Mitochondrial disease is the diagnosis. Specifically Leigh’s Syndrome. For now, this is his Kryptonite (holding on to hope).
 “Mitochondria are responsible for creating more than 90% of the energy needed by the body to sustain life and support growth.  Symptoms may include loss of motor control, muscle weakness and pain, gastro-intestinal disorders and swallowing difficulties, poor growth, cardiac disease, liver disease, diabetes, respiratory complications, seizures, visual/hearing problems, lactic acidosis, developmental delays and susceptibility to infection. One in 77,000 births or one per 40,000 births for Leigh and Leigh-like disease . However, this may be an underestimate since mitochondrial diseases tend to be under-diagnosed and misdiagnosed.” I have read that the disease, including the less severe forms, is 1 in 4,000.
 The hope that the doctor was wrong, has turned into hopes and continued prayers for Divine Intervention.  Time is being filled with memory making moments. Moments to be relished, felt through and through, warm fuzzies to be engrained in every fiber of their bodies and soul.  And, at the same time, fighting for a grasp of this horrific reality, and fighting for financial help and trying to raise awareness.
Because the disease is identified by a specialist, and the symptoms of the disease are treated by various other doctors: Cardiologist; Ophthalmologist; etc…the disease itself is lost in the shuffle and mix of all doctors involved for treating whichever organ is being currently affected. Funding is needed to further research. And the only way to do that is to rally for the cause.
 Super C’s mom is holding up as well as can be expected. It seems she shines some truth on, "God will bring you throught it."  She is learning about the disease, she is learning how to live with and help Super C live with the disease, and she is fighting for financial assistance too. Her insurance will cover a new wheel chair: an electric option with the lumbar support to hold him upright. Unfortunately, insurance will NOT cover the cost to have a lift put on her car. The new wheelchair will be much heavier and bigger than the one he is now. She pays each doctor’s office what she can each month. She continues getting the vitamin cocktail and medicines prescribed.  She and Super C (and anyone who takes on the challenge) fight over taking the medicine. There is no sneaking it into food or drink. It taste awful…and sneaking it in means he will not eat for a day or two because it tastes so bad. Then there is weight loss…it is such a sad battle. Until he smiles big and lets out a laugh that does wonders for everyone’s hearts.

(with his new ramp . . . much easier!!!)
Super C’s mom now chooses to try to help and work together with other families to further the research being done, hoping for cure. She said one day recently, that it probably would not help Super C, but hopefully it would help someone else one day.
She heard about a walk to raise awareness, and is working on gathering a team together and heading to Atlanta for the walk on April 21st. It is the Energy for Life Walkathon, to be held at Centennial Park. It is only one mile, so those with the disease can participate, and anymore than a mile would be too much for many of those suffering the effects of the disease.

So I have a favor or favors to ask:
1.        Please, please, please add this family to your prayers. They gain so much strength from faith and the prayers being offered. My sister-in-law has had a very hard past week, as they continue to see less energy and longer naps and toll of this disease on this sweet 6 year olds body.

2.       If you are in the Atlanta area, or close enough for a day trip (hey, and you could fit a shopping trip in too!!), would you consider walking? Joining a team? Maybe see if there is an event in your area, if not close to Atlanta?

3.       Donate. This donation is not to an individual, but to the greater cause of supporting research to find a cure. To find a way to slow its progression, in the meantime.

4.       Walk and Donate? J

5.       Any and all of the above are welcome!!

For more information on the Walkathon:
Go to ENERGY FOR LIFE.  This link takes you to the Atlanta Walk. Search for team Super C
Or Click HERE…this takes you directly to Super C’s page 
You can donate, join the walk, or learn more about Curt.
Most of all, I know this is a long post, THANK YOU for reading it.  And thank you for whatever way God leads you. I have wanted to write about this for a month or so, but it is a tale that hurts my heart and makes my eyes leak J… and yet, every little bit of awareness, will help someone else that should find themselves walking on this path.



Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Thematic Photography 185: Greyish

Greyish camper (silver if polished) and grey spanish moss everywhere.
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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Time Is Flying By...

Have you ever been involved with something, and yet, it not really, truly, dawn on you and then it does??

Oh. My. Goodness.

My son graduates in May!!

Ok. So I know it is not right on our doorstep, but yet it is!

Pictures ordered. Plans for a luncheon being made. The next step into real life follows. 

Some days we are all ready. Some moments not.

Time, for him, is moving slowly. For me, it has just throttled up to high speed.



(playing dress up in his Kindergarten Graduation gown)
Sure wish I could find a picture of him at 5.
Maybe by May!


Smile!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Redneck Love Poem

A little love month humor to bring a smile or two :)

Redneck Love Poem

Collards is green
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.


You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men git roses
on that special day
from the cooler at Kroger.

"That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yo're too special,
you sweet thang you.

So I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...

IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!


-- Unknown

p.s. If you have ever had a redneck relative (blood related or by marriage) , that was much older, and looked like one of the gentlemen (losely named) from the movie Deliverance call you "sweet thang,"  welll, that part of the poem might make you shiver and gag a little in the middle of your laugh. True story. :)