Kicking and screaming and emotional trucks

This morning, I woke up Gideon for school. If I have to wake up Gideon, he’s TIRED. He resisted, of course, and borrowed under his seventy-some-odd blankets that he insists on sleeping with. I dragged him out by his big feet. He struggled against me, seeking the darkness. I pulled on those ankles, those long…

Empathy and Awareness

I started a post yesterday. I’d had a conversation with an individual about Noah and a health concern to just keep an eye on. I left the conversation with the impression that this individual didn’t hear me, didn’t believe me, and didn’t understand me. I felt completely dismissed. It made me angry. Empathy, I thought.…

Hearing loss, not joy loss

After weeks, months even, of rejoicing in milestones and victories, I was reminded. After months of unneeded therapies (okay, not ALL the therapies), I remembered. Oh yeah. You have this syndrome. Not that I forgot, really. Just forgot that there were still things to rule out, stones to turn over. We know it’s a “mild”…

Radiator

It’s been a week. Actually, it’s been a couple of weeks. Draining weeks. We’ve been going. We’ve been planning. We’ve been fighting with insurance companies, doctor’s offices, hospitals. In the probably 16th day of the Battle with the Medical Bill, I walked out of my building. I feel empty, drained, deflated, flat. I just wanted…