PoloPeeWee

I don’t care if SHE is going to get mad at me. ( … SHE always gets mad when I post something about our family without HER permission … SHE even thinks I stole HER website ) Anyway, I just have to share this picture of my PoloPeeWee.

100% Update: Dr. Trauma Reveals

Dad and Mom had an interesting day yesterday. We will have to wait until we get the full download before we share the details. However, the HighLight of the day came from a meeting with Dr. Trauma, the initial doctor on call at the TraumaCondo where Dad rented a bed for a few weeks following his accident.

There have been many doctors, but none like this one. Dr. Trauma had a peace and calmness about him. I’ve shared with you before how the caretakers at the TraumaCondo struggled spreading words of encouragement. Don’t get me wrong … they were all WONDERFUL caretakers and medical providers. You’ve read the story. However, they do walk a fine line. It’s hard because the serious nature of trauma and the significant incidences of fatality. ( … Imagine: mom crying over shattered son’s body … nurse makes no promise … pain excruciating … doctor makes no promise … sustain life … difficult situation … make no promise … )

Despite the fine line, Dr. Trauma was steady. From the first meeting that fateful afternoon … he walked into the cold room that is reserved exclusively for ToughNews, he shut the door, his eyes were solid, and he told us what to expect. His monotone voice was soothing. Words by any other sayer would have probably shattered our hope: … confidence that we had manufactured in our minds … faith that we had stored in our souls … and love that we had built in our hearts. You see, Dr. Trauma did not give us a lot of hope, confidence and faith … but he made sure not to steal, take or diminish ours! (And, we believe, that was purposeful.)

Yesterday, six months later, Dad is sitting face to face with Dr. Trauma, who appears to be pleased and happy with Dad’s recovery. ( … You wonder if he is doing flips in his mind and heart because of the miracle that sits before him? … ) But this meeting is not exclusively about Dad’s recovery … Dr. Trauma begins to tell them about an AfternoonMassage. As Dad’s chest cavity was cracked open, his heart maintained a very distant and faint patter. Dr. Trauma reveals that he manually massaged the heart to sustain its purpose while others prepared for surgery. Heart stopped. The delicate set of hands continued pumping. Heart prepped. The delicate hands continue pumping. Heart repaired. Heart beats. Heart heals.

Wow. Let me digest this. You too.

MiniCooper Update: The Troopers

Can you imagine more than 200 boys and girls screaming and chanting:

COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS COOPERS TROOPERS

Yesterday afternoon, we packed up the van and headed south to Westhaven, a development outside of Franklin, TN, to give MiniCooper a hug, a word of encouragement, and a PrayerBlanket from our church. Little did we know that hundreds of other people, three fire engines, and many fire fighters and policemen had the same idea. Check out some of the pictures.

And now, MiniCooper and his mom are heading to Memphis to St. Jude’s for radiation treatment. Make sure you say an extra prayer for this family. You can also follow their story here. BTW, the second DillyBar saw MiniCooper, he ran over to him and put his arm around him.

MiniCooper Update: Walking in Memphis

You may have been following MiniCooper’s progress on your own.  Here is the short story: MiniCooper played soccer with my DillyBar last year.  MiniCooper’s dad is called Coach … because he was the coach. MiniCooper suffered a brain tumor last month.  MiniCooper’s prayer warriors are called CooperTroopers (… not my name, but ingenious nonethless … ).  MiniCooper’s recovery has been miraculous, but now they enter a new stage:

St Jude here we come! After a mother’s instinct, gut feel, many prayers, common sense and certain incidents over the last week, we have determined that we need to head west 3 hours. We have made the family decision to take Cooper to St. Jude’s Children Research Hospital in Memphis, TN. We agreed as a family that this was best for Cooper and his treatment going forward. With the risks and long term affects of radiation to the brain, we cannot take any chances. St. Jude has been great in the transition phase and working with Teresa on getting Cooper to Memphis quickly. They have assured us what ever we need they have the resources. St. Jude offered to fly Teresa/Cooper to Memphis as an example at no charge. That is a great relief so that we can focus on Cooper and his care. Teresa, Linda (Ma-Ma) and Cooper will all leave next Tuesday for Memphis loaded with stuff, faith and hope. Cooper will be there for six weeks of treatment. They will be staying in the Ronald McDonald House for that time unless we see a need to move him to another location. St. Jude has the top Radiologist Oncologist in the nation dealing with Ependymoma Brain tumors which is what Cooper had.

For the rest of the update, click here.  Also, make sure you leave a prayer or comment.  Hang in there MiniCooper and family.

What If …

… you were a cartoon? This is what me and my No.1 would look like.  Any suggestions for our SuperHero names?  How about NikeDad and WonderGurl?

That’s Not Right (#9)

That’s not right … a collection of stories, events, and incidents that are just … not right!  This one involves my No. 2, aka DillyBar, who is five years old.  I was driving home last night from SoccerPractice when I made a sharp turn on the street.
DillyBar: Dude, you almost killed me!
Self: Dude, I’m not your Dude, I’m your Dad! Okay Dude?
DillyBar: Sorry Dude … I mean Dad.

Dudes and Dude-ettes, THAT’S NOT RIGHT!

100% Update: Chicken?

You may recall from a few weeks ago that Dad’s hearing was improving.  Recently, Dad had concerns that Mom was actually losing her hearing. Not wanting to upset Mom, Dad asked his hearing doctor how to address the issue.  The doctor recommended that Dad do a little hearing test on Mom: “Stand 25 feet away and say something to her. Keep moving closer to her by increments of 5 feet until she hears you.”

That evening, Dad moved across the room and said, “Pat, what’s for dinner?” No response.

He moved five feet closer, “Pat, what’s for dinner?” No response.

He moved five feet closer, “Pat, what’s for dinner?” No response.

He moved five feet closer, “Pat, what’s for dinner?” No response.

He moved five feet closer, “Pat, what’s for dinner?” Mom responded, “For the fifth time, we’re having chicken!”

Just Because …

… the whole world is on SpringBreak, does not mean that I get to go on SpringBreak.  Actually, I have spent the last few weeks months getting ready for a 4-week trial that begins in a few weeks.  But just like regular life plans, sometimes those LegalPlans get changed.  Now, the trial has been moved to June, but another DeadLine has taken place of the moved trial.  No break here.

100% Update: Put Your Head on My ….

…. Shoulder …. Whisper in my ear … Baaaa-beeee!  Earlier this week, Dad had appt with Dr. Range-o-Motion, the shoulder doctor, who was very pleased with the progress on the shoulder. According to Dr. RoM, Dad’s range of motion has increased significantly. He did check out Dad’s left hand …which has been on the bottom of the totem pole as far as injuries go. Dad has considerable pain in the hand and Dr. RoM decided it was time to do an XRay. He was unable to determine if there was a facture since Dad is now 6 months into the healing process. Dr. RoM has scheduled him to have a couple of weeks of hand rehab and then will check him out. If there is no improvement, they will try an injection of RodriguezJuice steriods … and if that doesn’t work then probably some minor surgery on the hand. Dr. RoM told Dad that it is not unusual for someone in the type of accident he was in to manifest all types of minor injuries after the fact. He also said it would be a good year before Dad’s body recovered from the blows and trauma to his body.

Caption: Childish

In case you missed it, this photo is captioned “Childish” because of this.  I love these kids!!!