Mom died just before midnight last night. Talked with all my siblings, cried a lot, got a really bad headache from the crying, and then finally fell asleep.
Mom did not want a funeral. But last night I gave her about 12 of them, including o... Read more
It's just one gutpunch after another
I spent last week in Montana getting my mother settled into hospice. Today they called to inform me that they expect her to die in the next 36-48 hours.
2014 is completely fired.... Read more
Rebecca, and one appeal for donations
A year ago, Team Becca participated in the CureSearch Walk. We were a sea of purple, led by a lively and laughing 5-year-old who ran wild on the grass, chasing other children, teasing her uncles, getting tossed in the air and squealing in deligh... Read more
Getting back on track
This summer has been a real challenge between grief and back injury. I lost my inertia, and for the last few weeks just haven't managed to do anything. So I decided that this week was going to be me getting back on track.
I got up this mor... Read more
A few thoughts from my trip Italy
1. Italians love their dogs. We saw dogs everywhere. Including in restaurants and shops. In Venice, many of them weren't even on leashes, just walking with their owners (no cars, no worry of being hit). And they were almost all well-behaved; onl... Read more
Venn diagrams I'd rather avoid
I went water jogging yesterday. I'm water jogging because my back injury prohibits many other activities that will get my heartrate high, including running, biking, the elliptical machine, and, oh, pretty much everything except walking and water... Read more
One out of three...
And here is the tale of my… I was going to say failure, but maybe I should make myself feel better by saying wisdom. I drove an hour and a quarter to the triathlon site. Looking at the lake, I realized that the swim was very long and it reminded... Read more
"Two outta three ain't bad"
Tomorrow is my second scheduled triathlon (out of four) of the year. I contacted the organizers and explained my inability to bike but my desire to participate as much as I could. They were wonderfully gracious. So I'm getting up at 5:30 a.m. to... Read more
The beat(ing) goes on....
Steroid shots: insurance coverage denied.
I have already called the insurance company, been shunted off to their contractor, and been told that as my examination did not show neurological deterioration, treatment for pain is denied. They h... Read more
The pain management doctor told me that I needed a steroid shot to the back, and that I was not allowed to ride my bike until he had reevaluated me at least two weeks after that shot. He only does the shots on Wednesdays. I hadn't heard from him... Read more
Back home, trying to get back to normal
For almost two weeks, we lived in the home of Rebecca's family. This was incredibly difficult for my back, since they have no chair that begins to provide me with the support and comfort of my own chair. We sat shiva with them for the full seven... Read more
We were all with her when the final breath left her body. We cradled her body in our arms and kissed and cuddled her. We helped her mother cut locks of her hair to keep in memory. After she was dressed and laid out, I sat with her and told the s... Read more
Rebecca died at 6:45 this evening. Today was her sixth birthday.... Read more
The long goodbye
We wait, as Rebecca lies still. Her chest rises and falls, her strong heart still beats. This body is ready to run and play. This body is growing and thriving.
The tumors in her brain have stolen away consciousness. Soon they will steal... Read more
Death stalks these halls; we fight back
We knew, from the look in the doctor's eyes as he came through the door.
But really, we knew before that. We knew from the way the anesthesiology doc who oversaw the MRI made sure that we were going to talk to the oncologist before we left ... Read more
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