Pyros and Kittens

What a strange 4th of July combination...pyromanics and kittens? Luckily for grandma's new kitties, they have learned how to climb trees to avoid explosions!

Summer Fun

Water Therapy

Family Pictures

Rarely are we able to get my entire family together....when we do, a formal picture is the best way to celebrate!

Mud, Muddy, Muddier, Muddiest

"Mom, can we play in the mud?"

Such a simple question. The answer is usually "no" but today, I just felt like "who cares...what's a little mud?" Well, a few tosses of mud balls eventually turned into a muddy slip n' slide at the fence line. By the time they were done, I was picking earthworms out of his hair and mud plugs out of his ear canals! No more! But a fun beginning to summer :) Now if we could just keep Katie from running the fenceline and creating the mud pit in the first place.

Newsflash!!!!

Well, you'll be able to say you read it here first. I'm proud to announce that next quarter, in the neighborhood newsletter, I will be featured as "Worst Mother of the Year" ! I'm sure the editor will soon call to request a photo of me to go along with the article about my latest super-horrible-mom event. So that you will be in the know, the article will most likely read something like this:

"An area mother (who should know better) was startled to realize her naivity and foolishness today, when she mistakenly trusted the judgement of her 3 and 5 year-old children. "I thought it was an okay idea," she admitted later, "But I guess not." Witnesses in the neighborhood say it was just a story of "good deed gone bad," and they don't really feel that her actions were totally stupid, "just thoughtless."

Mrs. K reveals that while her preschoolers were occupied playing in the house, she told them she needed to run a concession stand donation over to the pool. The pool is less than 100 yards away, and she reportedly did tell the children to stay in the house and locked the front doors. She planned to be absent from the home for less than five minutes and was confident that they would not leave the gated back yard. Mrs. K even claims to have put the dog out in back to "watch over things" just in case.

Watchful neighbors confirmed that Mrs. K was over at the pool less than five minutes, and they did see her rush back over to the home and go inside. However, within seconds, they saw her frantically running through the side and back yards, screaming her children's names with a phone up to her ear. An anonymous neighbor reports "I saw the little girl wandering in front of the house, but I thought the mother must be nearby. Next I saw the mother running around like a crazy person, looking up and down the street and yelling into her phone, so I came over to help."

Mrs. K reports that she came back from the pool, into the home, only to find it empty of her children. They were nowhere to be found--not in the backyard either--and the dog was cheerfully talking to another dog at the fence. She was shocked that they would have the boldness to leave the house as they tended to be cautious scaredy-cats. She confirmed that the front and back doors were still locked, but they must have left through the side garage door. She re-tells that she continued to yell for them, but with no answer and ran around to leave the gated backyard to go to scour the front. It is at this point that she found her five year-old son, standing outside of the gate on side of the house looking scared. "Where's Lydia?!" she asked, and the boy reportedly said, "She left by herself."

Soon after, Mrs. K was seen running in circles in her driveway, gesturing wildly to her neighbor across the street, alternatly yelling her daughter's name, and "I can't find Lydia!" into the phone to another eager-to-help neighbor.

Just as Mrs. K and her attentive neighbor set out to track down the missing 3 year-old, they saw another fellow mom walking toward the house from the pool carrying the missing little girl. Mrs. K was overjoyed to see her and thanked her friend profusely for being so alert. The anonymous rescuing neighbor was calm and level-headed. If she had not recognized the little girl and been thinking on her feet, who knows what would have happened! "I knew my neighbor had rushed back to the house, and then saw the little girl. She had to cross the street to get to the pool! Mom and daugheter must have somehow crossed paths and I knew my friend didn't know the little one was here."

Mrs. K says she has learned her lesson. She will continue to run nearby errands, but with the preschoolers chained to her hip. She will work harder to stress that the kids don't make their own rules....Lydia claims she was going to find mom, Ben claims he let Lydia out of the gate because "she wanted to leave!" She will give Lydia more of the "you freaked Mommy out" lectures, stranger danger and the "you could get hit by a car" info. And, she will encourage the boys and the dog that it is their JOB to watch out for their little sister! Ben announced later, "Mom while you were over there, I was in charge, how did I do?" WHAT?!

Most of all, Mrs. K is thankful for her faithful neighbors who watch out for others and help in the time of need, and thankful for God watching over her children despite the stupid-mom mistakes!

For more details, please call. Congratulations Mrs. K! You will see her award plague hanging from her mailbox. Honk when you drive by."


Well, unfortunately true story. Fortunately, it turned out fine and that is why I can sit here and be funny about it. It is once again, one of that moments that leaves you petrified, humiliated, and with thoughts of doom in your mind. I do LOVE my neighbors...they are wonderful and so happy that we are able to help one another. Hopefully someday I will be able to return the favor (although I pray not looking for a lost child).

Overall, Ben was ashamed that he had permitted her to leave. Lydia was extremely sad and frightened following our serious talk about obeying mom's instructions and safety. AND, Mommy is abundantly thankful that I'm not at this momemnt missing my child....and now realizes the mistake in trust and their ability to make sensible choices.....NOW, to find locks for those backyard gates!

Chinese Celebration & Dance Recital Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the celebration of the Chinese Dragon Boat Festival in KC at the Plaza. Lydia dances with her group during part of the program. I'm nervous for her. At age 3 she has no idea what a nice event this is, and I hope she doesn't freak out. Also hoping that she remembers her moves as a butterfly and doesn't fly off the stage!

Location: Café Corner, in the Country Club Plaza
– On Ward Parkway betweenJ. C. Nichols and Wyandotte

Date and Time: Saturday, June 12, 2010 10:00 a.m. - 2:30 p.m. The performances begin around noon.

www.kcca-online.org.

I love my boys, but also super happy that I have a little girl :) Smiles and thanks to the Lord, the giver of all perfect gifts (my Lydia).

Imagining Summer...Peace for Moms!

I always wished I could conjure up an imaginary friend like Hobbes. One that would help entertain me and be my partner in crime no matter how scary or lame the adventure. I guess my imagination is not expanded enough to do that though, because no invisible friend ever appeared. I couldn't even manage to give my stuffed animals a personality. I was always sad for myself and envious of little girls who had one (however, now I've learned from my psych friends that the imaginary friend is not such a positive thing from the mental health perspective!)

As the mama of four trying to survive....uh, I mean ENJOY (!)...the summer with my kids, I find myself wishing that they would find some imaginary pal who would respond to their every whim. So far, they think that playmate is ME! For a couple of hours that is okay, but after a few days of the constant noise, requests for games, sports, outdoor craziness, crafts, activities, exploring etc. etc., I have made an announcement...."I am NOT your CLOWN, here to entertain you! Either play with each other, or play by yourself, just keep busy!"....end of lecture. For the first week of summer, that's very revealing, isn't it?

That reminded me of Calvin today and what a great pair he and Hobbes make for summer fun :) My kids are like Calvin, demanding fun and justice for kids (sans the overboard smarty-pants mischievous side, thankfully). But, I'm hoping that they soon realize that I am not the playmate Hobbes. I am rather the frazzled cartoon mother that is usually depicted screaming her head off! I'm praying for 3 months of sustained energy and EXCITEMENT for the summer, without anxiety attacks and gloom :)

Wishing all kids out there, the ability to give their mothers peace, love, and obedience during this joyful summer time. And wishing all my mommy-chics the ability to maintain calmness and kid-like happiness, while enjoying snippets of selfish adult fun every couple of days for these long months :)

If you start talking to an imaginary friend at this point in the game, don't worry....it's okay! Just pull her up a lounge chair, offer her a drink, introduce her to the kids and enjoy yourselves ;)

Boys Becoming...What?

Ugh, my boys are growing up. This is horrifying. For many years, I have worked so hard to shield them from all of the adult yuck...you know...the bad words, the negative attitudes, etc. Now, however, they hear it for them themselves and know what is wrong and are starting to question it. Thus the discussion tonight. While trying to gulp down my lasagna (that they claim is really "sick") they were filling me full of the ideas they have about taboo, or "bad", words.

"Mom, who SAYS those are bad words? I mean they are just words." and "Why does so-and-so or adults say that stuff then?"

This launched into a lengthy discussion about the meaning of the words, not just the phonemes and syllables put together. "So, would you walk by your teacher and say, poop!" "NO!" they said. "Well, then of course, you wouldn't want to say the other word either, right?" They laughed hysterically, and I realized that the conversation was going nowhere, no matter the rationale I proposed.

In the meantime, music is also becoming an issue. As preschoolers, I spent much effort trying to teach them what is truly good music. But lately, they are drawn to what we used to call "junk music."

Sam: "I just love the beat of that. I don't really listen to the words, I just like to feel it."

Yeah, of course, don't we all? He's been trying to convince me to download some Black Eyed Peas, or you know, some AC/DC or Def Leppard? I truly can't believe that I am facing this...I used to picture my boys at age 10, playing the piano, enjoying Chaucer and chess, with Mozart wafting through my house. Now, we are struggling to even think about picking up a book, yearning for a funky beat, and even starting to talk about GIRLS...and chess? No patience for that. UGH!? Did I also mention that they both need to wear deodorant, because they truly reek on a sweaty day? It is just horrifying...my little boys are disappearing before my eyes and turning into pseudo-adolescents. I can't take it.

All the while, I'm wondering what will become of me. Just now, Sam brought me his IPod and instructed me to download some cool tunes before camp...."You know mom, just pick out some cool things that Dad likes." Yikes...I'm in trouble!

Never a Dull Moment...Someone, Please Give Me a Dull Moment!

If I ever say that I am bored, someone please slap me...okay? The one thing that it will NEVER be, in my home, is boring. We seem to attract drama and excitement as if it were being reserved totally for us. Tonight was no exception. Let's start by saying that the LS police just left...again! This time, super friendly and eager to help. Very polite and BRAVE, I might add.

Before I explain their assignment at the Kemper home tonight, I will add the prelude of Easter/Spring trauma that had just occured in our yard. After a long and exhausting day of transporting mini-Kempers all over the city and meeting with professionals aimed at alleviating my stresses, we came home to fetch Katie before the next minivan run, only to find that she had used a baby bunny (or several) as tennis balls....tossing them up and down, playing fetch, ripping them to shreds, etc., as my mortified children looked on.

Somehow, I managed to convince them that the bunnies must have already been deceased before Katie found them and that then they were fair game (literally). We traveled on, to retrieve the next Kemper kid...

Nearly 6:00, we were home...ready to begin the dinner and bedtime ritual so that this tired Mommy could have some peace and quiet. But no! No peace for the diligent Mom. Arrival at home was the next doozy. I pulled up to the drive, expecting to retrieve my mail as usual. Opened the mailbox (which has been bashed in on the side by punks, btw) and stuck my hand in.....whoa! Wait a minute...What is that nicely placed on my medical bills, junk flyers, and birthday greetings? Is that a fuse? Is that an explosive-looking thing? Why, yes! Yes it is. Remove the hand and gently close the door....I calmly pull into the driveway and say, "Well kids, dinner will have to wait...take the dog out and go in the house. I need to call the police."

Then all chaos hits, "The police!? Why mom? What's in the mailbox?! A dead rabbit?" Me (with that sweet mommy voice): "No children, no dead bunnies in the mailbox (smile)...only explosives!!!!" Then lots of excitement, speculation, and fantasy.

I must say, my LS PD were very attentive and eager to help when I informed them that something strange was in my mailbox...I could almost SEE the guy on the other end of the phone...he slammed down his Diet Coke, grabbed his pen, sat up straighter in his seat, and furiously began taking down details. Wow some real action! I did make it clear that they appeared to look like fireworks; however, I wasn't taking any chances. Just for the reader to know--I DID consider touching it, just to see what would happen (I tend to be like that); but I refrained as I imagined headlines quoting that a mother's face was blown off as she couldn't resist touching the mystery bomb in her mailbox.

Anyway, two very nice officers arrived soon to get the scoop...I did notice that they parked down the street (just in case?). As soon as I described the contents of my mailbox, p.o. #1 announced that he must call in someone else (the bomb squad!?) I was imagining the headlines. They gathered details and took on the "this is serious" look and voice (they must be taught that in training) "Stay in your house ma'am, until I give the all clear." um...okay, I already opened the box, closed it, but now I'm secured in front of my dining room window...check!

After a few minutes, I saw the two guys digging into the mailbox! They must have been like me, and couldn't resist to see what it was. And, it was as I had described to them....two bottle rockets, laying nicely in an X pattern on a square package that appeared to be firecrackers....but one never knows.

They came back a few minutes later..."Whoa, that's a big dog..." and handed me my mail. "You couldn't help looking in there, could you?" I said. They smiled nervously, like two little boys who were itching for some excitement...and were disappointed that they found none. In the future, please know, that when you describe "no liquids and no wires" that is a clear indicator that you probably have fireworks in your mailbox instead of bomb :) They assured me that I did the right thing in calling them out...I was happy to give them some measly excitement for the evening.

As I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. My kids hadn't caused the police to come, and we were all safe. I loved on Katie for putting on a good "watchdog" show for the PD (and not making an utter fool of herself with senseless barking), while thinking that the momentum of the structured evening was totally ruined. Katie replied with a huge kiss...right on my mouth. Immediately though, all warm and fuzzy feelings ceased, when I realized that a clump of bunny fuzz was clinging to her lip! Nice....No, never boring around here...survived another day in fact.

A Dog Tale (kind of)

I know it can be absolutely dreadful to read about other peoples’ pets. Constantly making animals the topic of your material can be boring and totally unbearable for the reader; however, my pet is exactly what has prompted me to write today. So, in my attempt to be interesting, I will try to write from the human perspective, with Katie as a prop (a huge prop, by the way).

A few nights ago, I was rescued from boredom and the overwhelmed-ness of kids by Jason’s suggestion to go for a walk. Not just any walk though, but “The First Walk of Spring!” I rarely walk in the winter months because my hands and toes can’t tolerate it (old lady-ish, I know). But, the snow has entirely melted, the birds are singing, and one only needs a light fleece to be comfortable...the perfect evening. I will also add, that on that day, we were making huge efforts to keep Katie’s ears up….it seems that the outdoors (specifically, sunshine) really keeps her droopy ear up (with all of the nature to listen for, etc). So, Jason’s suggestion was not entirely focused on keeping me alive via good health habits, he was mainly hoping to get Katie some good exercise and interest her ears in staying pointy.

Nevertheless, I anticipated the rare solitary moment to think and reflect (that’s what I do on walks, by the way… solve problems and dream). I geared up with my UnderArmor gloves, choke chain with reflective leash, and music…that’s where I hit a snafu. Despite what you might suspect, I can think best if my auditory system is occupied by melodies, harmonies, and lyrics… extraneous, abrupt noises of the neighborhood distract me. If nature were my only companion, that might be fine; but, the sounds of cars, power tools, and people milling about, robs me of the solitude that I’m seeking. Music cancels it out.

You would think that the music wouldn’t be the problem in going for a walk. Finding your shoes or collecting the dog, maybe; but not scrounging some tunes. Alas, the “adult” MP3 (i.e. Jason’s) had a run-down battery. My next option was to borrow Sam’s. Now, I’m not that techie with these new devices. I spent about 15 minutes trying to upload some of my songs and thought that I had them.

So, Katie and I started out….walking her is no small feat…it is like a whole body workout, for sure. Eighty pounds of mass pulling you down the sidewalk, while you are trying earnestly to teach her some walking manners (makes for nice sore calves and quads). That alone sapped some of my joy. She expects to begin with a full run (and her “run” is like my sprint)….poor girl has to slow to a crawl so that my small stride can keep up with her. In order to make her heel, I have to wrap the leash around my wrist three times, then wrap it under my elbow and hold it tight with the other hand (creates nice bulging forearms and biceps, though…and I think even some lower back soreness, as it tweaks the muscles connecting the lumbar vertebrae). This walking posture is definitely not ergonomic, for sure!

Dog and I finally got in a groove after the first block. Then I set my attention on the iPod….why was I only hearing an elderly woman reading “A Wrinkle In Time”? Where were my songs!? Books on Tape were not going to get me through this walk. While de-tangling myself from the leash and keeping the dog from dragging me into mailboxes and stop signs, I began frantically pushing the ‘advance’ button…only to find that my songs were nowhere! Two choices (three actually): go home, continue and listen to 10 year-old selections, or continue and listen to environmental sounds. Not wanting to disappoint the dog, nor return to my abode, I chose Sam’s iPod. Katie and I proceeded to trudge along to: The City of Prague Philharmonic (Star Wars theme songs), Camille Saint Saëns (gloomy-suspense type classical), Haydn’s Symphony Nos. 94 and 101, and (lastly and strangely) Pink Floyd (per Jason). Pink Floyd is so creepy in several different ways (definitely not exercising music).

I was beside myself that these were my options, but then realized that Saint Saëns and Star Wars songs can be a nice backdrop for pondering AND walking. The suspenseful parts were a bit creepy as I strolled along in the dark….I kept feeling that I was waiting for something climactic to happen! But, my trusty guard dog soon fell into place beside me, keeping stride with our action-packed classical tempo (I’m sure there’s some musical term for that). She has proven herself to be a good walking companion…she doesn’t talk to me or interrupt my thoughts, she watches out for weirdos, and she doesn’t mind the music ;)

The Wizard of Caponium

The sky was an icy blue, with honey-colored sunbeams dripping through the clouds, as we visited the Land of Caponium.  Here Jack was on the search for the wizard (a.k.a. Dr. Capone) to magically fix his eyes and allow him to return home.  The search was long and Jack met several interesting characters along the way.  Many provided a distraction from boredom, but none could lead us to the elusive Wizard of Caponium....he could not be found for several long hours.  

In his travels, Jack used his trusty blue bubble hat ("the prophetic hat," as he called it) to give him special powers.  With his hat attached to his bum, Jack trudged through the vine-encrusted jungle, floated through thick puffy green clouds, battled a wacky iguana, and outsmarted a tricky elephant.  Finally, Jack met two fair maidens who knew the way to the wizard.  In order to reach the wizard, however, the boy Jack must release all communication with his parents and fall into a deep sleep....there he will meet The Wizard of Caponium, who will grant his wish--to eliminate the pars planitis.  Only the wizard knows the magical spell to conquer the gunk with cryo-surgery.  Jack is brave and strong!  He is confident that the wizard is the one to help him.  He places the prophetic hat upon his head, kisses his mother, and floats away on the bed with wheels to breathe the strawberry gas that will transport him out of the Land of Caponium!

This is the story that I created to help ease Jack's worries and pass the time while he waited to be wheeled back to surgery.  I made the story hilariously funny (including boy humor and sound effects) without caring who heard me or thought I was a crazy mom.  It worked...Jack was laughing so hard that he almost fell off the rack and I think for a moment, he forgot about why we were there.  Laughter about totally ridiculous, unrealistic scenes (and little boy funnys) swept us away from the sadness and uncertainty of the situation.

The end result...the eye drops we've been using the past 4 weeks have helped.  Some of the junk in there has settled (Dr. used the analogy of a snowglobe, that had previously been shaken and was now settled).  However, cryo-surgery was still needed because the steroid drops can't be continued much longer without different types of issues forming.  He used a cryo-probe that is pressed against the lower white surface of the eye (where the snowdrift is) and freezes the eye within, making sort of "ice balls" around the gunk.

Jack woke up well, with his lower eyelids seriously puffy and he again looked so pathetic.  The eyelids were numbed to prevent pain, so then he couldn't open them at all.  We were in recovery for a long time, because he had an anesthesia headache for quite a while and slept and slept. 

One of the most sad things I've seen in my Mommy-life so far.. the falling of a blood-stained tear from my little boy's unopened eyes.  

Tonight he is back to his normal self, has his appetite back ("No Mom, the adult menu please.  The kid menu is not an option").  We have to lead him around like he is blind.  Also, he is a bit worried that other people "think something's wrong with him."  The eyeballs are so swollen (and bloody) that he really can't open them that well, and it's not a pretty sight!  He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost gagged : (

Soon the eyes will heal, though.  Our trip to The Land of Caponium was a success....eyedrops will continue for several more weeks and then we hope for uneventful health.  It was not comforting when the anesthesiologist inquired if he has an autoimmune disorder, and then proceeded to educate his resident that this type of case is usually accompanied by that....I shrugged and had a lame explanation of "unknown."  The look on his face told me that maybe he knew something I didn't.  But I can't worry about it now.  Dr. Capone said there are no tests for finding out that kind of thing and really no treatment either.  So, I guess you just live your life and pray that Jack will avoid those diseases.  Only the ulitmate Healer knows the answers to those questions...no wizards, no magical lands, just real life....Jack is tough and we are ready.  Thanks to God for a successful trip and for providing the answers we needed to intervene with this eye disease.

Spring Break in Detroit

The sun is shining and school is out for the week; but no waves, no sand, no palm trees for us. Spring Break for Jack is the Motor City....except the only excitement for him will be the Detroit airport and Beaumont Hospital :(

Beware the Jabberwocky

His bright green eyes look at her sadly, his head tilted to the side in thought,

"You were much muchier, " he says, "you've lost your muchness."

Alice looks at him, puzzled; either wondering what his poetic language is referring to, or actually pondering where she lost her muchness. In this scene, the Mad Hatter tried to remind Alice of who she used to be, when she had high hopes, aspirations...when she was driven by her strength. Sadly, he realizes that she doesn't remember him or the laughs they had once shared. Now, when she visits Wonderland again, she has forgotten herself. She is uncertain of who she is....Is she even the right Alice? Her muchness has been swallowed up by what others want her to be....her strength has been sapped by trying to please others.

In Wonderland, nothing is impossible, most things are shocking, and the weird is strangely a comfort and there to help you. And in the end, Alice re-discovers who she is....her "muchness" returns and she slays the enemy (Jabberwocky).

I'll bet you can guess what movie we just enjoyed? The new Alice in Wonderland was wonderful; a nice extension of Lewis Carroll's superb literary accomplishment, portraying an older and wiser Alice, yet an Alice that is still looking to find who she is. She has lost her spunk and self-confidence.....but discovers herself amidst the confusion and struggle.

I love this conquering girl, and Mad Hatter's freaky dedication and confidence in his friend. I sat there strangely relating to Alice. She represents that part in all of us, that is struggling to be free from the confines of conformity. I think I used to be "much muchier" than I am now, feeling lost in strangeness...waiting for my "muchness" to return, without having to tumble down a rabbit-hole or slay a dragon ;)

Tossing Around Thoughts...Jack and Pars Planitis

I always know that I shouldn't browse around the web for medical details; however, the vast knowledge out there is just so irresistible. I can't help it! Jack's eye problem has not miraculously vanished. We continue to put in 6 drops a day (with the help of our wonderful 1st grade teacher) and we fly to Detroit next week to have his surgery done (cryopexy, I believe). It is not better, I can tell. Just over the weekend, Sam was marveling at an Apache helicopter flying through the sky..."Wow, look at those guns Jack!" Jack.."where?! I don't see it!" Aww...it was right up there in plain view, but he just saw blue sky.

So, despite my best efforts to remain optimistic and avoid any unnecessary stress, I have been researching the pars planitis....as I suspected, the digging around has opened up a whole new world of strange ideas. I'm not really a "worrier" about this kind of stuff. I truly believe that "whatever is, is..." BUT I do like to be prepared for any freakishness, just in case the dreadful events in life, do in fact, happen to me. Here's a link that explains the most recent thinking on treatment for Jack's eye condition (if interested).

MERSI Ocular Immunology and Uveitis Foundation Medical Professionals Articles Case Reports


What continues to bother me, though is the frequent mention of systemic disease that is often associated with this eye condition. MS and sarcoidosis are the most common and those don't sound very nice for my 7 year old :(

Do I worry? Not really, I guess. I just get over-irritable about the petty things in life that other people present to me each day. When dealing with stressful moments in life like this, it makes trivial decisions such as "paper or plastic" so much more maddening! I want to grab the smiley girl by the collar and holler, "Who cares!? I'm just trying to keep my head on straight! Just put my food in a bag....any bag!" Or how about a student, who wants to debate a couple of missed points on a quiz...."Two points?! You must be kidding me...life is so much bigger than that!" I want to yell. But, I don't. In fact, I don't consciously think about these daily frustrations and my current struggles all too often. These thoughts are really in my subconscious all throughout the day, I guess...just floating around. And then it occasionally just bubbles up (after I search another Harvard Med School website, I suspect), and an innocent question from the grocery gal leaves me wanting to freak out!

Do I sound irritable? Maybe so. One gets that way when her children are suffering through things that she can't do anything about. The world moves on, choosing paper or plastic, while she carries the invisible weight around. It sits on her shoulders, peering over her head while she reads about possible future health issues. She sighs, pushes the heavy feelings down, and drags herself to visit the subconscious place found in sleep, where she tries to sort it all out. Today's struggles are the backdrop for the dream world, where feelings are rearranged and solutions are possible :)

Tomorrow is another day, and struggle or not, God is there on the winding path with me. I think I will avoid the medical sites until after next week.....