The angst of parenthood: not for the faint of heart!

The angst of parenthood: not for the faint of heart!

May the wind be always in your sails, May the sun always be at your back, and may today be all that you could dream.


This post is going to be a little different than I usually share. I’m going to tell you what’s going on in my life. I’m going to go dark for a while. On Tuesday I’m going into the hospital and on Wednesday I am having major surgery. I have endometriosis hyperplasia. If you’re interested, you can look it up, I’m not going to go into a long explanation. It is pre-cancer. I do not have cancer! And we’re going to ensure that I don’t get it.
3 ½ years ago we discovered I had Endometriosis Hyperplasia. Because I didn’t have the usual symptoms it was difficult to diagnose. MS disguises pain. Which is fortunate on one level. I was told that surgery would be the safest route but I resisted. And for three years it worked. I took medication and everything seemed to be under control, until it wasn’t.
The surgery itself Is relatively common but unfortunately, I am not. I am at high risk for blood clots because I’m sitting in a wheelchair and no one knows how the MS will react. A bad cold put me in the hospital for three months and introduced me to my wheelchair. That was 22 years ago. So, there is a great deal of unknown in the future. Hopefully everything will go smoothly and I will have no adverse side effects but all the doctors involved are aware of the real possibilities.
For that reason I have prepared this week’s posts but nothing after. There will be some recovery time and I will remain dark for that. If you don’t hear from me for a while don’t worry, I’m probably fine. I’m a tough old sod.
I have been an integral component in the passing of the time that I have witnessed. And I had a great time doing it!

Money is not the root of all evil, people are.

A true friend never leaves your heart even if time and distance separate you.


A single drop of dew
Rests gently on a leaf.
Beauty in a single drop
Though its life is brief.
Soothing rays of sun
Caress that single leaf.
It turns its face towards it
Strong in its belief.
Behold the Hand of God
Within that simple leaf.
And within the warming sun
Without there would be grief.
Can you see yourself
As that simple leaf,
Knowing God’s within you
Strong in your belief?
Everyday reminds you
Time is like that leaf.
Years and years forever
Though it still is brief.
Rest gently in the knowledge
That God will bring relief.
He will stand beside you
Just like that silly leaf.
This picture belongs to Dan Antion and is used with his permission. He can be found at nofacilities.com. Well worth it!
It makes me sad that people hate so easily.

We are all in this boat together and no one gets out alive so let’s stop the leaks and enjoy the ride.

This is a blast from my past. It was originally written in 2019 but perhaps it is even more relevant today as I don’t see things changing anytime soon.

For years that has been what I have been claiming. I may need to rethink that statement. Perhaps a little context . . .
Luddites were a loosely based organization of English textile workers in the 19th century who protested against the use of machines. They were afraid of losing their jobs. Sound familiar? Protests turned violent, property and people were destroyed.
As so often happens, the movement was co-opted decades later to serve another purpose. People have used it as a rallying cry against all technology. It is this cry that forecasts the evils of technology and the demise of modern society. I beg to differ.
We live longer than we did in the 1800’s. We have cured diseases that once decimated entire communities. We have explored our world and beyond. Life is good. Or it could be. We have unleashed rampart greed and cynicism. We have generations of lazy users who only want more and someone else to pay for it. People are dying from diseases we have cured simply because of apathy and avarice.
We are all connected because of technology but that same connectivity is forcing an isolation on us. We would rather speak into a box than talk openly to a real person. We have lost so much. Cyber-crimes are common place and picnics are not. The only place you seem to find a large group of people talking to each other is in protests which far too often turn violent.
I remember the days when I would go camping in the wilderness. There was no shower, no bathroom, no convenience store nearby. If you were cold, light a fire. If you wanted light, light a fire. If you were hungry, you guessed it, light a fire. There were no cell phones or Wi-Fi or big screen TVs. We carried snake bite kit’s, just in case. We did have battery operated flashlights for those midnight jaunts to relieve one’s bladder. You did not want to squat down without first checking that there was no poison oak nearby or a hungry rattlesnake out for snack. Yes, it was that kind of camping. And I loved it.
I also love flush toilets and heating and air conditioning and my computer. Well, I loved being in circumstances with no technology but I also recognized that I cannot live that way anymore. I need technology. But it also frightens me. We rely so much on it that we don’t think anymore. A quip I wrote a few years ago: “Kids today don’t have to think, there’s an app for that.” In some ways is not really that funny, it’s true.
I live in a technologically savvy world. I’m not savvy but I do require the technology. I will live with it but I will not forget that it is a tool. Tools need to be used responsibly and then put away. The real world is just outside your front door. No, I do not want to be a Luddite. However . . .
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