It has been a while since I last made a posting...since the race actually. So, I don't know if you are still checking in on things. But I thought I'd take a chance and post the latest e-mail from AJ:
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Hello well-wishers, candle-lighters, God-prayers and keep-us-in-your-thoughters -
It's time once again for everybody's favorite e-newsletter: What's Wrong with Eric This Week? Well, I'm happy to report that the boy is doing rather well. In fact, his progress has been remarkable. And what do we do when Eric is feeling particularly healthy? We cut him open, of course. And that's just what we're going to do today...
As you'll recall from our last episode, I mentioned that Eric would be having surgery on his left hand to move some tendons and muscles around, unblock some nerves, and generally make that hand more flexible and dexterous. "Hey," you might be saying, "wasn't he supposed to have that surgery a while ago? What the f*$&#@?" Yes, he was. As it turns out, his hand surgeon is a bit of a baby, and decided to postpone the hand surgery a couple weeks until his feet healed. Something about "infection." Baby.
The good news is we're go for surgery today. Surgery will last about four hours at the Hospital for Special Surgery in NYC. They specialize in orthopedics (and replaced his hip back in 2004). He should be home Tuesday or Wednesday.
"And so what's the deal with his feet? What the f*$&#@?" you might be asking.
First of all, watch your language. This is a family newsletter.
The skin grafts on his feet did their grafty-thing and are stuck on there in a very disgusting yet satisfying manner. Foot doctor is very pleased, and Mr. Eric is even allowed to stand up. They gave him some Big Boy Frankenstein Shoes (just in time for Halloween), and if you stop by his house at scheduled times you can see the Amazing Eric actually stand on Two Feet! No flash photography, please.
In further 80-year-old-Eric news, Sue's grandma loaned him an electric wheelchair so he can chase neighborhood cats in his spare time. He was a major attraction at the annual Wagner Ave. Block Party, and could be seen racing up and down the street, delivering beverages and giving rides to his neighbors ($1.50 for five minutes - Ladies Free from 3-6pm).
So, what's next? Well, there's a little spot (about the size of a nickel) on the back of one foot where the graft didn't hold. We tried to fill it in with Hubba Bubba (chewed and unchewed), spackle, wood putty and caulk, but no luck so far. The foot doctor is going to close it sometime after his hand surgery. After that, it's all about the walking. Not sure at this point if he's going to go to a rehab facility for a couple weeks to start walking, or do it all from home. I'll keep you posted.
That's all the news that's fit to print. We're still hoping for Eric to be walking around and wrapping his own presents by Christmas. His patience continues to be superhuman.
Hope you're all doing well.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Don't Stop Believing
"Steve Perry's got nothing on us," I thought to myself.
It was about 11:30 on Saturday night. We were walking through the doors to a bar in Dupont Circle, when we heard Journey's frontman:
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
With glee-filled bombast, my teammates and I belted out:
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
It was a remarkable, if not poignant, end to our weekend together.
We are done with our journey. We all finished our race. Not one stopped believing in ourselves nor one another.
So how was the race?
We couldn't have asked for better weather. Sunny all day. it was about 60 degrees when we reached the transition zone at 6 am. It stayed around there by the time the race started at 8 am. I think it reached 75 degrees by race end.
My age group was split in two and went off as the 3rd and 4th wave (did I mention that I fall in one of the more competitive age groups? lucky me!). I was in the second wave in my age group. As we lined up for the water start, the announcer remarked that the first "elite" wave reached the turnaround buoy in 8 minutes! Yikes.
The countdown starts for my wave, 10...9...8... The horn sounds, and we're off. This is the largest wave start I've every witnessed, and was amazed by the flurry of legs and arms around me.
But I found my spot, and felt great as I moved toward the turnaround buoy. My heart rate was right where I wanted it, and my pace felt good. Darn good, it turns out. I reached the turnaround buoy in under 11 minutes.
Coming back was another story: the sun was coming up past the trees and buildings and casting itself across the water. And we were swimming right in to it! I couldn't see anything before me.
As I came back downstream, I ran into another swimmer who was headed upstream. Then I ran into the first guide kayak...then the second guide kayak. The second kayaker was able to point out the course end, at least. I grabbed the ladder to get out of the water at 25 minutes.
The bike ride was a little more straight forward, thankfully. Although the first two miles set me up for a false sense of success: there was a strong tail wind that I didn't really feel. Until it became a strong head wind when we headed back after reaching the end of the peninsula. That head wind stayed with me for the next 6 miles. And since this was a two lap course, we got to see that wind again!
Really, though, I didn't mind. Sure it slowed me down. But it slowed everyone down. And, frankly, I was pretty happy with my bike time.
That said, I did goof up while on the bike segment. I didn't take in enough fuel. And that would come back to haunt me on the run.
The run started as well as I expected. My legs were feeling a little rubbery from the bike ride. But it usually does coming off from the bike transition. I've been told that it takes about a mile on the run before you begin to feel better. It took about mile.
I was still averaging a 9-minute pace on the run for that first mile. That's kind of where I wanted to to be. I would have liked to have been going faster, but still...
I pretty much settled in to the 9-minute pace through the third mile, when it happened. It caught me.
Not who. Although Pete and Carly from my team had caught and passed me at this point.
It. The Wall. I was told about this wall. I read about this wall. I trained for this wall. But, when it came, I wasn't ready for it.
It wasn't a real wall. That came in the first mile (yes, we ran up temporary stairs to get over a wall!). It was an axiomatic wall.
Frankly, I wish it was a real wall. I got over that two miles earlier. The axiomatic one proved a lot harder.
I pushed on through through to the fourth mile. "Darn it," I muttered, or something close to that. Remember when I said I goofed up on the bike ride? When I said I didn't take in enought fuel? Yep. It caught up to me. I'm toast.
I thought, "I'm gonna look like the guy in the 'agony of defeat' video, who looks like spaghetti as he tries to finish the IronMan."
But as I reached the five-mile marker, I started thinking of you, all my friends and family, and the support you've given me these past six months. I couldn't let you down.
I also couldn't let down Eric. He's been through so much. The least I could do was get through this last mile.
Those thoughts carried me through as I turned on to Pennsylvania Avenue for the last half mile. I'm told that the last half mile is remarkably beautiful, as we first run toward Capitol Hill, and then turn around and race toward the White House.
I didn't see any of that. I didn't really even see my coaches and Team In Training family cheering for me as I made my way up to the finish line. I heard them, and I tried to say thank you. But all I could do was mouth the words I tried to say.
I put on a smile as I crossed the finish line, only for the photographer. Inside I was crying.
Crying because I did it. Crying because you helped me there. Crying because, well, it was over.
While our journey has ended, I don't know that my teammates and I will ever stop believing. Believing in ourselves. Believing in each other. Believing in you. Believing that, one day, we can win the fight against Leukemia and Lymphoma. Together with your help, my teammates and I raised over $88,000 to aid in the fight against blood cancers.
It was about 11:30 on Saturday night. We were walking through the doors to a bar in Dupont Circle, when we heard Journey's frontman:
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
With glee-filled bombast, my teammates and I belted out:
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
It was a remarkable, if not poignant, end to our weekend together.
We are done with our journey. We all finished our race. Not one stopped believing in ourselves nor one another.
So how was the race?
We couldn't have asked for better weather. Sunny all day. it was about 60 degrees when we reached the transition zone at 6 am. It stayed around there by the time the race started at 8 am. I think it reached 75 degrees by race end.
My age group was split in two and went off as the 3rd and 4th wave (did I mention that I fall in one of the more competitive age groups? lucky me!). I was in the second wave in my age group. As we lined up for the water start, the announcer remarked that the first "elite" wave reached the turnaround buoy in 8 minutes! Yikes.
The countdown starts for my wave, 10...9...8... The horn sounds, and we're off. This is the largest wave start I've every witnessed, and was amazed by the flurry of legs and arms around me.
But I found my spot, and felt great as I moved toward the turnaround buoy. My heart rate was right where I wanted it, and my pace felt good. Darn good, it turns out. I reached the turnaround buoy in under 11 minutes.
Coming back was another story: the sun was coming up past the trees and buildings and casting itself across the water. And we were swimming right in to it! I couldn't see anything before me.
As I came back downstream, I ran into another swimmer who was headed upstream. Then I ran into the first guide kayak...then the second guide kayak. The second kayaker was able to point out the course end, at least. I grabbed the ladder to get out of the water at 25 minutes.
The bike ride was a little more straight forward, thankfully. Although the first two miles set me up for a false sense of success: there was a strong tail wind that I didn't really feel. Until it became a strong head wind when we headed back after reaching the end of the peninsula. That head wind stayed with me for the next 6 miles. And since this was a two lap course, we got to see that wind again!
Really, though, I didn't mind. Sure it slowed me down. But it slowed everyone down. And, frankly, I was pretty happy with my bike time.
That said, I did goof up while on the bike segment. I didn't take in enough fuel. And that would come back to haunt me on the run.
The run started as well as I expected. My legs were feeling a little rubbery from the bike ride. But it usually does coming off from the bike transition. I've been told that it takes about a mile on the run before you begin to feel better. It took about mile.
I was still averaging a 9-minute pace on the run for that first mile. That's kind of where I wanted to to be. I would have liked to have been going faster, but still...
I pretty much settled in to the 9-minute pace through the third mile, when it happened. It caught me.
Not who. Although Pete and Carly from my team had caught and passed me at this point.
It. The Wall. I was told about this wall. I read about this wall. I trained for this wall. But, when it came, I wasn't ready for it.
It wasn't a real wall. That came in the first mile (yes, we ran up temporary stairs to get over a wall!). It was an axiomatic wall.
Frankly, I wish it was a real wall. I got over that two miles earlier. The axiomatic one proved a lot harder.
I pushed on through through to the fourth mile. "Darn it," I muttered, or something close to that. Remember when I said I goofed up on the bike ride? When I said I didn't take in enought fuel? Yep. It caught up to me. I'm toast.
I thought, "I'm gonna look like the guy in the 'agony of defeat' video, who looks like spaghetti as he tries to finish the IronMan."
But as I reached the five-mile marker, I started thinking of you, all my friends and family, and the support you've given me these past six months. I couldn't let you down.
I also couldn't let down Eric. He's been through so much. The least I could do was get through this last mile.
Those thoughts carried me through as I turned on to Pennsylvania Avenue for the last half mile. I'm told that the last half mile is remarkably beautiful, as we first run toward Capitol Hill, and then turn around and race toward the White House.
I didn't see any of that. I didn't really even see my coaches and Team In Training family cheering for me as I made my way up to the finish line. I heard them, and I tried to say thank you. But all I could do was mouth the words I tried to say.
I put on a smile as I crossed the finish line, only for the photographer. Inside I was crying.
Crying because I did it. Crying because you helped me there. Crying because, well, it was over.
While our journey has ended, I don't know that my teammates and I will ever stop believing. Believing in ourselves. Believing in each other. Believing in you. Believing that, one day, we can win the fight against Leukemia and Lymphoma. Together with your help, my teammates and I raised over $88,000 to aid in the fight against blood cancers.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
...and I still don't know what to wear!
Two days before I leave, and I have so much to do. Let's see:
- work today...thanks to BoA, my day is now a bust (read the papers tomorrow).
- work tonight...the AloeTerra project goes before the Planning Commission.
- grade papers and answer student questions.
- check in on Eric...I still haven't had a chance to call him since his surgery.
- swim one last time...thank goodness that Cranbrook is open late tonight.
- mow the lawn (in the dark?).
- work tomorrow...labor negotiations, no less.
- work tomorrow night.
- Joe has football practice.
- run one last time.
- pick up my dry cleaning.
- call my parents, and see how my dad is doing (another story for another time).
- help clean the house.
- pack for the trip...and I still don't know what to wear.
- HELP!
I'm a little overloaded this week. Somehow it'll all come together. I just don't know how, yet.
Well, I gotta go...my 10 am conference call just called in.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Busy week
The past week has been remarkably busy. I thought we were supposed to start winding down!
What happened to tapering?
Oh, yeah, that only counts in training...life has its own set of rules. But I can't complain...well, I won't complain. My job is so varied and interesting, and this week was especially interesting.
The redevelopment of the former KMart Headquarters site is moving forward. And we've teamed up with LTU and the Chamber of Commerce on locating the AloeTerra house in the City of Troy. Both projects are so cool.
But I Digress
Well, our bikes were boxed up and apparently are on a UPS truck headed toward DC. And we enjoyed a team breakfast this morning, following our last team run (no bike...so, no brick).
Our last team swim is scheduled for Tuesday. But, work calls, and I'm gonna miss our last swim (the AloeTerra house). So, I've got to figure a way to get my last swim in.
And, THEN, we head out. Our flight leaves on Thursday morning (I've got to cut my post short, now...my battery is about to die).
What happened to tapering?
Oh, yeah, that only counts in training...life has its own set of rules. But I can't complain...well, I won't complain. My job is so varied and interesting, and this week was especially interesting.
The redevelopment of the former KMart Headquarters site is moving forward. And we've teamed up with LTU and the Chamber of Commerce on locating the AloeTerra house in the City of Troy. Both projects are so cool.
But I Digress
Well, our bikes were boxed up and apparently are on a UPS truck headed toward DC. And we enjoyed a team breakfast this morning, following our last team run (no bike...so, no brick).
Our last team swim is scheduled for Tuesday. But, work calls, and I'm gonna miss our last swim (the AloeTerra house). So, I've got to figure a way to get my last swim in.
And, THEN, we head out. Our flight leaves on Thursday morning (I've got to cut my post short, now...my battery is about to die).
Monday, September 17, 2007
seventh inning stretch
I love baseball.
I can't play the game worth a darn. But I just love watching a good game.
I even remember the first game my dad took me to. We were seated along the first base line, but well in to the outfield. Rusty Staub was in the outfield for the Tiger's back then. From where we sat, he was the only player I could really see.
Ahhh, the things we remember...
I still love going to the game. The sights... the sounds... the smell of hot dogs and popcorn across a warm summer night.
And thanks to the way the Tigers are playing, I love the sense of anticipation leading up to a game. It is fun to feel that buzz and excitement when walking toward the CoPa.
"So, who's gonna step up today?," is asked and answered by every third grade boy and his dad as they walk through the turnstile.
Its the same feeling I have training for this triathlon. "So, who's gonna step up today?," I ask myself. "What's your strategy, Murph?"
The answer is "Me, I hope." Quickly followed by "Strategy? Seriously? Heck, I'll be happy just to finish."
Seventh Inning
My version of the seventh inning stretch started this weekend. Right after practice on Saturday. Right after our last practice triathlon.
The seventh inning stretch is a wonderful moment. No matter how well or how poorly your team is doing, everyone at the game gathers in one beautiful, glorious, not-so-harmonic moment and sing America's unofficial ballad.
There was to be no singing on Saturday. But we all came together in one beautiful, glorious, and not-so-warm moment and celebrated.
We didn't celebrate how well or how poorly our Saturday practice triathlon went.
We celebrated where we've been, where we've gotten, and where we're going. We celebrated our friends and family, and thanked them for all their support. We celebrated our personal heroes, and prayed for them all.
It was a beautiful chorus of cheers and revelry.
I may never have stared down a pitcher in a baseball game, but I love the sport. I know you won't see me staring down from the winner's podium in two weeks, but I have loved the journey.
PLAY BALL!
I can't play the game worth a darn. But I just love watching a good game.
I even remember the first game my dad took me to. We were seated along the first base line, but well in to the outfield. Rusty Staub was in the outfield for the Tiger's back then. From where we sat, he was the only player I could really see.
Ahhh, the things we remember...
I still love going to the game. The sights... the sounds... the smell of hot dogs and popcorn across a warm summer night.
And thanks to the way the Tigers are playing, I love the sense of anticipation leading up to a game. It is fun to feel that buzz and excitement when walking toward the CoPa.
"So, who's gonna step up today?," is asked and answered by every third grade boy and his dad as they walk through the turnstile.
Its the same feeling I have training for this triathlon. "So, who's gonna step up today?," I ask myself. "What's your strategy, Murph?"
The answer is "Me, I hope." Quickly followed by "Strategy? Seriously? Heck, I'll be happy just to finish."
Seventh Inning
My version of the seventh inning stretch started this weekend. Right after practice on Saturday. Right after our last practice triathlon.
The seventh inning stretch is a wonderful moment. No matter how well or how poorly your team is doing, everyone at the game gathers in one beautiful, glorious, not-so-harmonic moment and sing America's unofficial ballad.
There was to be no singing on Saturday. But we all came together in one beautiful, glorious, and not-so-warm moment and celebrated.
We didn't celebrate how well or how poorly our Saturday practice triathlon went.
We celebrated where we've been, where we've gotten, and where we're going. We celebrated our friends and family, and thanked them for all their support. We celebrated our personal heroes, and prayed for them all.
It was a beautiful chorus of cheers and revelry.
I may never have stared down a pitcher in a baseball game, but I love the sport. I know you won't see me staring down from the winner's podium in two weeks, but I have loved the journey.
PLAY BALL!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I like it when a plan comes together
His bags are packed.
His toothbrush is in his dopp kit.
His reservation at the Yale Hilton is confirmed.
"Yale Hilton?," you ask, quizically. "I didn't know that Yale has a Hilton hotel on it's campus."
And you would be right. It doesn't. That's what Eric has taken to calling the New Haven/Yale Hospital and Medical Center.
Yale Hilton is a lot easier to say than the New Haven/Yale Hospital and Medical Center. Don'tcha think?
So, our boy heads out. Tomorrow.
"Tomorrow?," you ask. Yep, tomorrow.
The partial depth skin graft on his feet is scheduled for Friday morning. The doctors reported that they expect to keep him in the hospital through Wednesday. The graft, he says, should take about 6 to 8 weeks to heal.
After the feet are adequately healed, he will go off to the rehabilitation hospital and start therapy. The way it looks to play out, he should start therapy in November.
"So," I ask, in a sort of an acerbic, playful way. "Any plans for October?"
Turns out, the joke's on me. He goes in for hand surgery on October 1st.
The hand specialist wants to decompress the nerves in his left hand and move some muscles and tendons in his left arm to see if they can improve the functionality of Eric's left hand.
"Oh," is all I could come back with. "Well, okay, then."
"Actually," Eric shares. "It works out perfectly."
Here comes the spin...the famous Eric Spin.
John Wayne has his trademark Swagger. Ricardo Montalbán? The classic "Corinthian Leather."
Eric has his Spin. So, let's hear it:
The hand surgeon expects the recovery to take about a month. Right around the same time that the doctors expect his feet to heal before he starts therapy.
This way, he can start working on both therapies at the same time.
"I like it when a plan comes together," he says.
"Not too much spin this time," I think to myself. "Kinda makes sense." I was flummoxed.
"Oh," I said. "Well, okay, then."
So flummoxed, I forget to ask the important questions. Like: how long will therapy take? will you get to go home for holidays? how are the kids taking the news? do you think the Tigers will make it in to the post-season?
I guess I'll have to find out later...
His toothbrush is in his dopp kit.
His reservation at the Yale Hilton is confirmed.
"Yale Hilton?," you ask, quizically. "I didn't know that Yale has a Hilton hotel on it's campus."
And you would be right. It doesn't. That's what Eric has taken to calling the New Haven/Yale Hospital and Medical Center.
Yale Hilton is a lot easier to say than the New Haven/Yale Hospital and Medical Center. Don'tcha think?
So, our boy heads out. Tomorrow.
"Tomorrow?," you ask. Yep, tomorrow.
The partial depth skin graft on his feet is scheduled for Friday morning. The doctors reported that they expect to keep him in the hospital through Wednesday. The graft, he says, should take about 6 to 8 weeks to heal.
After the feet are adequately healed, he will go off to the rehabilitation hospital and start therapy. The way it looks to play out, he should start therapy in November.
"So," I ask, in a sort of an acerbic, playful way. "Any plans for October?"
Turns out, the joke's on me. He goes in for hand surgery on October 1st.
The hand specialist wants to decompress the nerves in his left hand and move some muscles and tendons in his left arm to see if they can improve the functionality of Eric's left hand.
"Oh," is all I could come back with. "Well, okay, then."
"Actually," Eric shares. "It works out perfectly."
Here comes the spin...the famous Eric Spin.
John Wayne has his trademark Swagger. Ricardo Montalbán? The classic "Corinthian Leather."
Eric has his Spin. So, let's hear it:
The hand surgeon expects the recovery to take about a month. Right around the same time that the doctors expect his feet to heal before he starts therapy.
This way, he can start working on both therapies at the same time.
"I like it when a plan comes together," he says.
"Not too much spin this time," I think to myself. "Kinda makes sense." I was flummoxed.
"Oh," I said. "Well, okay, then."
So flummoxed, I forget to ask the important questions. Like: how long will therapy take? will you get to go home for holidays? how are the kids taking the news? do you think the Tigers will make it in to the post-season?
I guess I'll have to find out later...
Monday, September 10, 2007
My Family Rocks!
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus...He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. -1897 New York Sun editorial
It is only September. It's still Summer.
It is only September. It's still Summer.
And, yet, it feels like Christmas.
That's how my weekend felt.
I skipped practice on Saturday morning to spend time with my family. We went to watch Joe play his first football game, followed by Alaina's soccer game.
The games were so much fun to watch. I think I have a future All-American on my hands in Joseph. And Alaina is a true delight.
She is the only person I know that will cheer for the OPPOSING team.
I can see it now: Alaina becomes the captain of her college's cheerleading squad. The team is on the brink of playing for the National Championship. All they need to do is win their final home game against their arch-rival.
Their arch-rival has the ball with :02 seconds left in the game. It's fourth down. 30 yards to the end zone.
The score: Univeristy State (US) 28 - The Heck with EM (THEM) 24.
The quarterback heaves a pass to the back of the end zone, and the star receiver comes up with the ball. THEM wins.
And what does the camera man catch? On national television? Alaina running to the end zone to give THEM's star receiver a hug for making such a great catch!
Back to this weekend
After the games, we lazed away the afternoon. We went for a bike ride. We tried watching the Michigan game.
Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday.
Church. Lazy afternoon. Family bike ride. Norah rode her own bike over a mile to the ice cream store!
And, it turns out, "reasonable hours" do apply to the weekend. So, I still was able to get away for a run and a swim without any guilt that I missed time with my family.
It really was like Christmas. I saw love, generosity and devotion shared this weekend.
I saw Santa Claus.
Friday, September 7, 2007
I never thought I'd like school so much
Labor Day.
The last day of our unoffical summer.
Ahhh...
And what a beautiful day it was. What am I saying? What a beautiful weekend! Three glorious days of sun. The temperature was just right to go to the boat, or bar-b-que, or...
Or, in my case, bike 30 miles, swim 2 miles, and run 4 miles. Arrggh.
It was more frustrating on Tuesday, as I stood next to the pool. That's when it hit me.
Finally, it hit me. "I'm done," I said to Andrew standing next to me. "I just want this race to happen. I don't know that I can keep training."
I thought, maybe I'm bored with training... maybe I'm just getting too worked up for the race... maybe I'm just jonesing for a huge bowl of ice cream.
Nope. (Well, I am jonesing for ice cream. I mean, really...)
I'm just a little frustrated that I'm mising time with my family. Here I was standing on the edge of a pool the night before my kids start back to school, and I wasn't with them.
Then I realized that I just spent the better part of a glorious weekend doing stuff without them. Ouch.
No, I don't own a boat. No, we weren't invited to anyone's cottage for a bar-b-que. No, we didn't have vacation plans. I can justify this any way I want...but the thing is, I miss hanging out with my family.
Thank God school's starting!
"What?," you ask. "What kind of moron complains that he misses his family, but can't wait for school to start?"
"Really, Murphy, you're a little off your rocker. Maybe you've starved your brain from all that hyperventilating."
I know, I know. It sounds weird. But I feel like it has taken some of the pressure off.
You see, I like training in the evening. Well, okay...I don't really like training in the evening, but I HATE training in the morning. So, I train in the evening.
With school starting, they have to get to bed at a "reasonable hour". Last week, they would stay up through the sixth rerun of High School Musical 2.
You don't know when that is? Oh, somewhere between 10:00 pm and 7:00 am.
This week's "reasonable hour"? 7:30 pm.
Its amazing what you can do in two hours. Re-grout the tile in the bathroom. Paint the basement. Run six miles (note to self: work on my run-time).
Most importantly: no guilt. Okay...a little guilt. But I was a lot less frustrated at the end of the week than I was at the start.
I am going to miss tomorrow's brick with my team so I can watch Joe play his first football game and cheer Alaina at her first soccer game. Hmmm...do "reasonable hours" apply on the weekend?
The last day of our unoffical summer.
Ahhh...
And what a beautiful day it was. What am I saying? What a beautiful weekend! Three glorious days of sun. The temperature was just right to go to the boat, or bar-b-que, or...
Or, in my case, bike 30 miles, swim 2 miles, and run 4 miles. Arrggh.
It was more frustrating on Tuesday, as I stood next to the pool. That's when it hit me.
Finally, it hit me. "I'm done," I said to Andrew standing next to me. "I just want this race to happen. I don't know that I can keep training."
I thought, maybe I'm bored with training... maybe I'm just getting too worked up for the race... maybe I'm just jonesing for a huge bowl of ice cream.
Nope. (Well, I am jonesing for ice cream. I mean, really...)
I'm just a little frustrated that I'm mising time with my family. Here I was standing on the edge of a pool the night before my kids start back to school, and I wasn't with them.
Then I realized that I just spent the better part of a glorious weekend doing stuff without them. Ouch.
No, I don't own a boat. No, we weren't invited to anyone's cottage for a bar-b-que. No, we didn't have vacation plans. I can justify this any way I want...but the thing is, I miss hanging out with my family.
Thank God school's starting!
"What?," you ask. "What kind of moron complains that he misses his family, but can't wait for school to start?"
"Really, Murphy, you're a little off your rocker. Maybe you've starved your brain from all that hyperventilating."
I know, I know. It sounds weird. But I feel like it has taken some of the pressure off.
You see, I like training in the evening. Well, okay...I don't really like training in the evening, but I HATE training in the morning. So, I train in the evening.
With school starting, they have to get to bed at a "reasonable hour". Last week, they would stay up through the sixth rerun of High School Musical 2.
You don't know when that is? Oh, somewhere between 10:00 pm and 7:00 am.
This week's "reasonable hour"? 7:30 pm.
Its amazing what you can do in two hours. Re-grout the tile in the bathroom. Paint the basement. Run six miles (note to self: work on my run-time).
Most importantly: no guilt. Okay...a little guilt. But I was a lot less frustrated at the end of the week than I was at the start.
I am going to miss tomorrow's brick with my team so I can watch Joe play his first football game and cheer Alaina at her first soccer game. Hmmm...do "reasonable hours" apply on the weekend?
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Humble Pie
How you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
30 days in the hole...
Okay. So the next 30 days won't be quite the same as they were for Humble Pie.
Well...at least I hope not.
But I am beginning to feel the butterflies developing when I look at the calendar.
30 days in the hole...
I am beginning to work through the remaining travel arrangements.
30 days in the hole...
Our coach volunteered to get our heavy gear to DC in his truck.
30 days in the hole...
I've arranged for friends to help with the kids.
30 days in the hole...
Elisha just booked her ticket.
30 days in the hole...
My teammates and I are in our last blast of heavy workouts before we begin to taper.
30 days in the hole...
The TNT staff has given us our bike drop off schedule.
30 days in the hole...
This is it! We're going in to the final month...My hands are shaking as I write this.
Is it excitement? Anticipation? Trepidation? A combination of all?
Maybe its anxiety that I'll forget to do something before then.
Ooops, that reminds me:
Get, get, get, get, get your long hair cut
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
30 days in the hole...
Okay. So the next 30 days won't be quite the same as they were for Humble Pie.
Well...at least I hope not.
But I am beginning to feel the butterflies developing when I look at the calendar.
30 days in the hole...
I am beginning to work through the remaining travel arrangements.
30 days in the hole...
Our coach volunteered to get our heavy gear to DC in his truck.
30 days in the hole...
I've arranged for friends to help with the kids.
30 days in the hole...
Elisha just booked her ticket.
30 days in the hole...
My teammates and I are in our last blast of heavy workouts before we begin to taper.
30 days in the hole...
The TNT staff has given us our bike drop off schedule.
30 days in the hole...
This is it! We're going in to the final month...My hands are shaking as I write this.
Is it excitement? Anticipation? Trepidation? A combination of all?
Maybe its anxiety that I'll forget to do something before then.
Ooops, that reminds me:
Get, get, get, get, get your long hair cut
Friday, August 24, 2007
How the heck are ya?
"Really?," I responded, with that kinda high pitched surprised tone. "It's been three weeks already?"
"So, how the heck are ya?," I asked.
"Great," came the response. As though I would have expected to hear anything less from Eric.
Sometimes I think the doctors could tell Eric anything, and he'd find the good in it.
I can hear it now: "Umm, Mr. Jones, I don't know how to break this to you, but we have to completely submerse you in lye." "That's great," he says. "It'll really help clear my complexion."
The doctor's visit last week wasn't nearly as dire. Thank goodness.
It sounds like it went pretty well. The podiatrist was pleased with the progress. After our visit on the phone, Eric wrote (yes, wrote, using voice recognition software) an e-mail update.
He wrote, "(the podiatrist) is absolutely delighted wants to see me back on September 4 at which time he'll schedule surgery for the following week. I was a little bummed that I have to wait around some more, but all in all it is terrific news as he plans to do a split thickness skin graft instead of the more invasive skin graft options. That will make my hospital stay shorter, and hopefully my recuperation swifter."
Wow. I get a leg cramp and baby it for weeks. Eric is getting ready for skin grafts to close open wounds, and finds the good in it.
As though he doesn't have enough going on, he is also developing a course curriculum for an on-line program in partnership with the University of Michigan. The man is absolutely remarkable. He is the embodiment of "The Leaders and the Best."
"So, how the heck are ya?," I asked.
"Great," came the response. As though I would have expected to hear anything less from Eric.
Sometimes I think the doctors could tell Eric anything, and he'd find the good in it.
I can hear it now: "Umm, Mr. Jones, I don't know how to break this to you, but we have to completely submerse you in lye." "That's great," he says. "It'll really help clear my complexion."
The doctor's visit last week wasn't nearly as dire. Thank goodness.
It sounds like it went pretty well. The podiatrist was pleased with the progress. After our visit on the phone, Eric wrote (yes, wrote, using voice recognition software) an e-mail update.
He wrote, "(the podiatrist) is absolutely delighted wants to see me back on September 4 at which time he'll schedule surgery for the following week. I was a little bummed that I have to wait around some more, but all in all it is terrific news as he plans to do a split thickness skin graft instead of the more invasive skin graft options. That will make my hospital stay shorter, and hopefully my recuperation swifter."
Wow. I get a leg cramp and baby it for weeks. Eric is getting ready for skin grafts to close open wounds, and finds the good in it.
As though he doesn't have enough going on, he is also developing a course curriculum for an on-line program in partnership with the University of Michigan. The man is absolutely remarkable. He is the embodiment of "The Leaders and the Best."
Monday, August 20, 2007
Mmmm...beer
Homer is brilliant.
No, I'm not talking about the famed poet of Iliad and Odyssey fame. Although I could make a couple of Achilles jokes.
No, I'm talking about the OTHER Homer. Simpson.
I love a good fundraiser that involves food and drink.
"Mmmm...donuts."
"Mmmm...beer."
"Mmmm...something."
So imagine the fun I had on Sunday joining six of my teammates for a little fundraiser they planned at a watering hole on the eastside. Imagine the fun I REALLY had because I wasn't working the fundraiser.
"Mmmm...beer."
We went to this place called Dragonmead. Its a little microbrewery off the 696 Service Drive in Warren.
They make their own beer in the warehouse behind the bar. Its good stuff. Really good stuff.
"Mmmm...beer."
More importantly, though, it gave me a chance to get to know my teammates a little better. Like Pete.
I turns out that I have a lot in common with Pete. We went to the same elementary school (good old Poppleton) and middle school (Boulan Park). Our high schools have been torn down and turned in to community centers (Troy High for me, Warren High for Pete). Our kids are doing better than we imagined thanks to the Catholic School education they're getting.
There is no better beer for a summer night than Oberon. Especially after swim practice.
Elisha and I almost bought a house four doors down from his family. If it weren't for the smell of curry, I am certain that you would find Pete and I standing at the bottom of his driveway with a beer in one hand and a couple of empties next to the mailbox.
I had a wonderful time getting to know Pete a little more than I had known before this weekend. I also enjoyed the time I passed visiting with Ron and his wife Bonnie, Andi and her husband Gary, Carly, Alicia, Rob (a.k.a. BJ).
Their stories are remarkable. Ron retired early from Hitachi to become a pastor. Carly is the only person I know to have suffered a concussion during a fundraiser in front of a grocery store. Talk about taking one for the team!
I can't imagine being with a nicer bunch of people. They really make this journey enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was nervous about the race. I didn't want it to come.
Today? I still don't want it to come. But for different reasons.
For as much as I have anguished over the event, I have enjoyed the journey to get there...thanks to these remarkable people.
I don't want it to end.
No, I'm not talking about the famed poet of Iliad and Odyssey fame. Although I could make a couple of Achilles jokes.
No, I'm talking about the OTHER Homer. Simpson.
I love a good fundraiser that involves food and drink.
"Mmmm...donuts."
"Mmmm...beer."
"Mmmm...something."
So imagine the fun I had on Sunday joining six of my teammates for a little fundraiser they planned at a watering hole on the eastside. Imagine the fun I REALLY had because I wasn't working the fundraiser.
"Mmmm...beer."
We went to this place called Dragonmead. Its a little microbrewery off the 696 Service Drive in Warren.
They make their own beer in the warehouse behind the bar. Its good stuff. Really good stuff.
"Mmmm...beer."
More importantly, though, it gave me a chance to get to know my teammates a little better. Like Pete.
I turns out that I have a lot in common with Pete. We went to the same elementary school (good old Poppleton) and middle school (Boulan Park). Our high schools have been torn down and turned in to community centers (Troy High for me, Warren High for Pete). Our kids are doing better than we imagined thanks to the Catholic School education they're getting.
There is no better beer for a summer night than Oberon. Especially after swim practice.
Elisha and I almost bought a house four doors down from his family. If it weren't for the smell of curry, I am certain that you would find Pete and I standing at the bottom of his driveway with a beer in one hand and a couple of empties next to the mailbox.
I had a wonderful time getting to know Pete a little more than I had known before this weekend. I also enjoyed the time I passed visiting with Ron and his wife Bonnie, Andi and her husband Gary, Carly, Alicia, Rob (a.k.a. BJ).
Their stories are remarkable. Ron retired early from Hitachi to become a pastor. Carly is the only person I know to have suffered a concussion during a fundraiser in front of a grocery store. Talk about taking one for the team!
I can't imagine being with a nicer bunch of people. They really make this journey enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was nervous about the race. I didn't want it to come.
Today? I still don't want it to come. But for different reasons.
For as much as I have anguished over the event, I have enjoyed the journey to get there...thanks to these remarkable people.
I don't want it to end.
Friday, August 17, 2007
What about Bob?
I used to think that I was pretty smart.
I liked watching Jeopardy, mostly because I could answer a lot of the questions. Correctly.
My wife nicknamed me "the Knower of Insignificant Facts."
Although, Banana Man has a much better ring to it, don'tcha think?
As I've gotten into my later 30's, I'm beginning to see that...well...maybe...I'm not so smart after all.
At least I still remember some things. Detroit was lost to the British on August 15, 1812. Water flows to the point of least resistance. Don't ask Norah where she wants to have dinner, unless you want to go to Chuck E Cheese.
I especially like to think that I still remember the little things. Phone numbers. A friend's birthday. My anniversary.
Okay, so I missed the first anniversary. But, I've remembered every one since! hmmm....
"Wow, am I really losing it," entered my mind as Judd asked if he could bring Bob to the progressive dinner. "Who is Bob?"
"Hmmm....let's see. Three children. Yep. None named Bob."
I'm pretty certain his wife doesn't go by "Bob."
I know his family pretty well. Any brothers named Bob? Not that I recall. Someone from work, maybe? I know the people at his shop. Bob? Nope.
So, who is Bob?
Turns out Bob isn't a "who." Bob is a "what."
Bob is a 1970's vintage GMC RV. Judd bought it a few years ago and has spent the past few seasons fixing it up.
Bob has turned into the unofficial support van for the Marion Mustangs volleyball team. I imagine that the Brother Rice Warriors will make good use of it, as we did for the progressive dinner.
Bob made its first appearance of the night in front of McCormick and Schmicks. Originally Judd planned on leading the route as kind of a novelty. A few extra riders could hop aboard, he offered.
As we left for Maggiano's, Bob had about 10 passengers.
As we headed out to Kona, I think there were only 10 people NOT riding on Bob.
By the end of the night, I think I was the only one NOT on the bus.
Bob the Bus became our unofficial support van. Judd's generosity added so much to the experience of the dinner. I can't thank him enough for bringing Bob out that night.
We are planning on having another progressive dinner. I think we're planning a Valentine-themed event in February. I hope you will join us.
I hope Bob will join us, too.
I liked watching Jeopardy, mostly because I could answer a lot of the questions. Correctly.
My wife nicknamed me "the Knower of Insignificant Facts."
Although, Banana Man has a much better ring to it, don'tcha think?
As I've gotten into my later 30's, I'm beginning to see that...well...maybe...I'm not so smart after all.
At least I still remember some things. Detroit was lost to the British on August 15, 1812. Water flows to the point of least resistance. Don't ask Norah where she wants to have dinner, unless you want to go to Chuck E Cheese.
I especially like to think that I still remember the little things. Phone numbers. A friend's birthday. My anniversary.
Okay, so I missed the first anniversary. But, I've remembered every one since! hmmm....
"Wow, am I really losing it," entered my mind as Judd asked if he could bring Bob to the progressive dinner. "Who is Bob?"
"Hmmm....let's see. Three children. Yep. None named Bob."
I'm pretty certain his wife doesn't go by "Bob."
I know his family pretty well. Any brothers named Bob? Not that I recall. Someone from work, maybe? I know the people at his shop. Bob? Nope.
So, who is Bob?
Turns out Bob isn't a "who." Bob is a "what."
Bob is a 1970's vintage GMC RV. Judd bought it a few years ago and has spent the past few seasons fixing it up.
Bob has turned into the unofficial support van for the Marion Mustangs volleyball team. I imagine that the Brother Rice Warriors will make good use of it, as we did for the progressive dinner.
Bob made its first appearance of the night in front of McCormick and Schmicks. Originally Judd planned on leading the route as kind of a novelty. A few extra riders could hop aboard, he offered.
As we left for Maggiano's, Bob had about 10 passengers.
As we headed out to Kona, I think there were only 10 people NOT riding on Bob.
By the end of the night, I think I was the only one NOT on the bus.
Bob the Bus became our unofficial support van. Judd's generosity added so much to the experience of the dinner. I can't thank him enough for bringing Bob out that night.
We are planning on having another progressive dinner. I think we're planning a Valentine-themed event in February. I hope you will join us.
I hope Bob will join us, too.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
You can call me Banana Man
Well, I did it.
I completed the Craig Greenfield Memorial Triathlon last Sunday.
All in all, it went pretty well. What was more fun, though, was seeing a bunch of my Team In Training friends there, too. We kinda hung out together before the race started.
I can see how this triathlon group is like one big fraternity. Without the hazing. Then again, when I think of it, the competition is one big hazing trial after another.
I also met a a couple of first timers (now that I have one under my belt, suddenly I know what I'm talking about!). I really enjoyed visiting with this guy, Jim.
Jim is a marathon runner, for the most part. He was bored with the "marathon scene" and decided to give the Craig Greenfield a try.
As we talked, he asked me what I did for nutrition and hydration. Considering how much I get leg cramps, I try to eat a banana or two before the race, and take one on the bike with me.
I didn't think much of our conversation until later in the race. I was on my bike in the second lap when Jim passed me. As he raced by, I heard him shout, "Hey Banana Man!"
I laughed so hard, I almost crashed my bike.
The rest of the race went pretty well, even though the weather didn't cooperate. It was pretty wet. So after the race, Elisha and I grabbed the kids and dashed over to the Clarkston Union for lunch.
As we waited for lunch, I shared the "Banana Man" story with the kids. They laughed, too, but I think because they thought "Banana Man" sounded funny.
Next thing my daughter starts a soft chant: "Banana Boy, Banana Boy, Banana Boy." The other two join in the chorus.
At this point, I'm waiting for a John Hughes movie soundtrack to start playing, as the crowd in the restaurant picks me up and carries me off to....oh sorry.
Needless to say, I've now earned the nickname "Banana Boy." I tried to convince my kids that "Banana Man" sounds...well...more mature.
I think that further cemented my new nickname as "Banana Boy."
...I know that it's been a while since I last wrote. But I celebrated my 39th birthday this week, by taking some time off from work...we rented a pontoon boat and floated around the Huron River Chain of Lakes..."Banana Boy" and his sidekicks had a wonderful time...thank goodness for work, though...I need some rest.
I completed the Craig Greenfield Memorial Triathlon last Sunday.
All in all, it went pretty well. What was more fun, though, was seeing a bunch of my Team In Training friends there, too. We kinda hung out together before the race started.
I can see how this triathlon group is like one big fraternity. Without the hazing. Then again, when I think of it, the competition is one big hazing trial after another.
I also met a a couple of first timers (now that I have one under my belt, suddenly I know what I'm talking about!). I really enjoyed visiting with this guy, Jim.
Jim is a marathon runner, for the most part. He was bored with the "marathon scene" and decided to give the Craig Greenfield a try.
As we talked, he asked me what I did for nutrition and hydration. Considering how much I get leg cramps, I try to eat a banana or two before the race, and take one on the bike with me.
I didn't think much of our conversation until later in the race. I was on my bike in the second lap when Jim passed me. As he raced by, I heard him shout, "Hey Banana Man!"
I laughed so hard, I almost crashed my bike.
The rest of the race went pretty well, even though the weather didn't cooperate. It was pretty wet. So after the race, Elisha and I grabbed the kids and dashed over to the Clarkston Union for lunch.
As we waited for lunch, I shared the "Banana Man" story with the kids. They laughed, too, but I think because they thought "Banana Man" sounded funny.
Next thing my daughter starts a soft chant: "Banana Boy, Banana Boy, Banana Boy." The other two join in the chorus.
At this point, I'm waiting for a John Hughes movie soundtrack to start playing, as the crowd in the restaurant picks me up and carries me off to....oh sorry.
Needless to say, I've now earned the nickname "Banana Boy." I tried to convince my kids that "Banana Man" sounds...well...more mature.
I think that further cemented my new nickname as "Banana Boy."
...I know that it's been a while since I last wrote. But I celebrated my 39th birthday this week, by taking some time off from work...we rented a pontoon boat and floated around the Huron River Chain of Lakes..."Banana Boy" and his sidekicks had a wonderful time...thank goodness for work, though...I need some rest.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Milestone!
"Wow." That's what crossed my mind on Sunday.
Quickly followed by, "oh crap."
First the "wow" part: I've reached my fundraising goal. With six weeks to spare.
"Wow."
I couldn't have done it without your support. And your pocket book.
I also couldn't have done this without a litle help from my friends at some of Troy's finest restaurants. A special thank you to Gordy at Piper's Pub for having me and my TNT teammates sling beer and other libations on two occasions. We raised over $700 over those two nights.
And McCormick and Schmick's, Maggiano's Little Italy, Kona Grill, and Mortons the Steakhouse are entered into the Hall of Fame. Thanks to their kindness and generosity, we raised over $1,500 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society on Sunday night.
Okay...so I maybe created a Hall of Fame, just for this occasion. Is there a "Progressive Dinner Hall of Fame?" Well, there is now, and they are the first inductees.
Sunday night, I have to tell you, was remarkable. I hope that everyone had as much fun that night as I had putting it together. I only wish I could have ridden on Bob the Bus. (That might be a story for another post.)
So, that's the "wow" part. Now the "oh crap" moment:
There's only two months left before I put my foot in the Potomac. Oh crap.
Suddenly, I am getting anxious. Now that my friends have gotten me there, I gotta live up to my end of the bargain.
And I only have two months to put it together. Oh crap.
I know that I've been training all along. I know that I'm happy with my progress.
Well, I was happy with my progress. Now that I look at the calendar ...hmmmm ...ahem ...well.
I am participating in the Craig Greenfield Memorial Triathlon this Sunday. It is a little longer than a Sprint Triathlon, and about 2/3rd the length of an Olympic Distance Triathlon.
That'll give me a good idea of where I am ... hopefully ...maybe ...oh crap.
Quickly followed by, "oh crap."
First the "wow" part: I've reached my fundraising goal. With six weeks to spare.
"Wow."
I couldn't have done it without your support. And your pocket book.
I also couldn't have done this without a litle help from my friends at some of Troy's finest restaurants. A special thank you to Gordy at Piper's Pub for having me and my TNT teammates sling beer and other libations on two occasions. We raised over $700 over those two nights.
And McCormick and Schmick's, Maggiano's Little Italy, Kona Grill, and Mortons the Steakhouse are entered into the Hall of Fame. Thanks to their kindness and generosity, we raised over $1,500 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society on Sunday night.
Okay...so I maybe created a Hall of Fame, just for this occasion. Is there a "Progressive Dinner Hall of Fame?" Well, there is now, and they are the first inductees.
Sunday night, I have to tell you, was remarkable. I hope that everyone had as much fun that night as I had putting it together. I only wish I could have ridden on Bob the Bus. (That might be a story for another post.)
So, that's the "wow" part. Now the "oh crap" moment:
There's only two months left before I put my foot in the Potomac. Oh crap.
Suddenly, I am getting anxious. Now that my friends have gotten me there, I gotta live up to my end of the bargain.
And I only have two months to put it together. Oh crap.
I know that I've been training all along. I know that I'm happy with my progress.
Well, I was happy with my progress. Now that I look at the calendar ...hmmmm ...ahem ...well.
I am participating in the Craig Greenfield Memorial Triathlon this Sunday. It is a little longer than a Sprint Triathlon, and about 2/3rd the length of an Olympic Distance Triathlon.
That'll give me a good idea of where I am ... hopefully ...maybe ...oh crap.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Eric Goes Home!
I can't believe my eyes. Eric's wife, Sue, sent an update, and Eric is home! Apparently he was able to work it out so he could go home rather than stay at the hospital.
He will be home for the next 3 weeks, or so, while his feet heal. After that, he will have to undergo skin graft surgery...then off to the rehab hospital.
But for now, he gets to be home with his wife and children. When I called the house today, he couldn't have sounded any happier. The kids were watching baseball with Eric. They've set up a hospital bed in the home, and some of the neighbors built a ramp so he can get in and out of the house in his wheelchair.
Here's her note (by the way, Lanie is their daughter):
_____________________________________________________
They had Eric all packed up and ready to go when I got to the hospital around 2:15. As we left his room, the nurses had all gathered at the nurses station and gave him a baloon, a card and a huge round of applause. They all told me how much they would miss him and that they had fought over who would take care of him each day. It was very touching.
Getting into the car was a breeze and the drive home was no problem.
When we came down Wagner Ave., we saw that the whole neighborhood had decorated their trees with yellow ribbons. They were also all waiting to see him. So, we had an impromptu party with cake and snacks in the backyard.
In the meantime, Ray and Mauro had decided that the rent-a-ramp idea was silly. So, they built us one. Since these pictures were taken (Brian note: I couldn't upload them to the blog, sorry), they added side-rails to ensure I don't dump him into the sandbox.
So many friends and neighbors stopped by. We had a really lovely afternoon. I am sure he will sleep well tonight!
Lanie wanted to type a message:
Mom said sometimes I can bring my sleeping bag down stairs to sleep by dad.
He will be home for the next 3 weeks, or so, while his feet heal. After that, he will have to undergo skin graft surgery...then off to the rehab hospital.
But for now, he gets to be home with his wife and children. When I called the house today, he couldn't have sounded any happier. The kids were watching baseball with Eric. They've set up a hospital bed in the home, and some of the neighbors built a ramp so he can get in and out of the house in his wheelchair.
Here's her note (by the way, Lanie is their daughter):
_____________________________________________________
They had Eric all packed up and ready to go when I got to the hospital around 2:15. As we left his room, the nurses had all gathered at the nurses station and gave him a baloon, a card and a huge round of applause. They all told me how much they would miss him and that they had fought over who would take care of him each day. It was very touching.
Getting into the car was a breeze and the drive home was no problem.
When we came down Wagner Ave., we saw that the whole neighborhood had decorated their trees with yellow ribbons. They were also all waiting to see him. So, we had an impromptu party with cake and snacks in the backyard.
In the meantime, Ray and Mauro had decided that the rent-a-ramp idea was silly. So, they built us one. Since these pictures were taken (Brian note: I couldn't upload them to the blog, sorry), they added side-rails to ensure I don't dump him into the sandbox.
So many friends and neighbors stopped by. We had a really lovely afternoon. I am sure he will sleep well tonight!
Lanie wanted to type a message:
Mom said sometimes I can bring my sleeping bag down stairs to sleep by dad.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Progressive Dinner
I want to thank the four Troy restaurants that are joining together this Sunday for our progressive dinner party. McCormick and Schmick's, Maggiano's Little Italy, Kona Grill, and Morton's the Steakhouse have either donated or have significantly reduced their costs to help raise funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
I can't thank them enough! Thanks to their generosity and kindness, we will raise nearly $1,500 for the society in one night. That is a lot of money. I couldn't have planned this event without Amy (McC/S), Annette (Mag's), Steve (Kona) and Andrea (Morton's). They truly are wonderful people, and deserve more thanks than I can write here.
Thanks to my friends at the local newspapers, the restaurant's generosity will not go unnoticed. Cindy Kmett ran a story in today's Somerset Gazette, and Megan Pennefather is writing a feature article for Thursday's Troy Eccentric. I only hope the picture in the Eccentric is better than the picture I submitted to the Gazette. I'm still surprised that the printer didn't shut down the line when my face appeared in the paper.
I can just hear it now, "shut down the line! We've got a problem here."
"What's that, boss?"
"Someone published the wrong picture, that's what's wrong. I mean, really, who would let THIS go through."
"I know, boss. But its the only thing they had."
"Naw. Cindy would never do that. She wouldn't let through something like...well...like THAT"
"You're right. But the guy isn't all that attractive...I've met him before...and unfortunately, that's what we got."
Begrudgingly, the printer turns back on the press. "Well, okay then. Let's just hope the dinner party is better than this picture!"
I can't thank them enough! Thanks to their generosity and kindness, we will raise nearly $1,500 for the society in one night. That is a lot of money. I couldn't have planned this event without Amy (McC/S), Annette (Mag's), Steve (Kona) and Andrea (Morton's). They truly are wonderful people, and deserve more thanks than I can write here.
Thanks to my friends at the local newspapers, the restaurant's generosity will not go unnoticed. Cindy Kmett ran a story in today's Somerset Gazette, and Megan Pennefather is writing a feature article for Thursday's Troy Eccentric. I only hope the picture in the Eccentric is better than the picture I submitted to the Gazette. I'm still surprised that the printer didn't shut down the line when my face appeared in the paper.
I can just hear it now, "shut down the line! We've got a problem here."
"What's that, boss?"
"Someone published the wrong picture, that's what's wrong. I mean, really, who would let THIS go through."
"I know, boss. But its the only thing they had."
"Naw. Cindy would never do that. She wouldn't let through something like...well...like THAT"
"You're right. But the guy isn't all that attractive...I've met him before...and unfortunately, that's what we got."
Begrudgingly, the printer turns back on the press. "Well, okay then. Let's just hope the dinner party is better than this picture!"
Monday, July 16, 2007
Team Bonding
For those who really know me, you know how much I struggle meeting new people.
I know...you would think with the line of work I am in, I would be comfortable at it. And if you know my dad, you would think I was a natural!
But I have a hard time meeting new people. I am much more comfortable laying back at first.
I think most people are the same as me. At least I like to think that most people are like me.
Oddly enough: I hate working out by myself! Go figure.
So, it is wonderful to see our team beginning to bond. There is a real sense of camraderie carrying through the group.
Because we are all at different levels, we don't really have a chance to bike or run together at practice. But we do hang around afterward and share stories.
Stories about our families. Stories about how Leukemia or Lymphoma has touched our lives. Stories about the latest celebrity breakups.
I really liked hearing the celebrity stories. Apparently, it is all the rage in Hollywood to do time for DUI. Who knew?
I really am surrounded by some wonderful people. Each week, we get together to train for a common cause. A cause, I am learning, that impacts more people than I ever imagined.
Then we drink. Not in the Hollywood DUI way... hmmmmm... well...ahem...maybe that's why I'm not losing any weight.
But seriuosly, I am humbled to be around such wonderful and caring people. I am equally humbled by all the friends and family that are supporting us, spiritually and financially.
I know...you would think with the line of work I am in, I would be comfortable at it. And if you know my dad, you would think I was a natural!
But I have a hard time meeting new people. I am much more comfortable laying back at first.
I think most people are the same as me. At least I like to think that most people are like me.
Oddly enough: I hate working out by myself! Go figure.
So, it is wonderful to see our team beginning to bond. There is a real sense of camraderie carrying through the group.
Because we are all at different levels, we don't really have a chance to bike or run together at practice. But we do hang around afterward and share stories.
Stories about our families. Stories about how Leukemia or Lymphoma has touched our lives. Stories about the latest celebrity breakups.
I really liked hearing the celebrity stories. Apparently, it is all the rage in Hollywood to do time for DUI. Who knew?
I really am surrounded by some wonderful people. Each week, we get together to train for a common cause. A cause, I am learning, that impacts more people than I ever imagined.
Then we drink. Not in the Hollywood DUI way... hmmmmm... well...ahem...maybe that's why I'm not losing any weight.
But seriuosly, I am humbled to be around such wonderful and caring people. I am equally humbled by all the friends and family that are supporting us, spiritually and financially.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Ouch...
I didn't mention much about my Grand Haven triathlon experience, other than my times and scores. It was my first day back from being gone for almost two weeks, and..."Oh stop your whining already!"
Okay, Okay. I hear ya.
In any event, sorry. It was a truly wonderful experience. My mind and my body went through every known emotion throughout the 1 1/2 hours.
My body is still going through some emotions...its called pain! Holy crap. It started with my left heel. I had this shooting pain explode from the ball of my foot shortly after I crossed the finish line.
After seeing me hobble around earlier in the week, Andi, one of my teammates, helped me out with these awesomely-cool magnetic insoles. Within a day the pain started to go away.
But then I got a cramp in my right leg at swim practice. I don't know if maybe I was babying my left leg, and set myself up, or I didn't recover yet from Sunday, or..."really, stop the whining! It's getting to be annoying."
Well, Andi's magnets have been helping out, too. That, and the five pounds of bananas and three quarts of magnesium.
Man, I knew what it was like to be fat and lazy. It never hurt this much!
But then, I remember that I still got it easy. There are so many people who are afflicted and impacted by blood cancers, and I think they would gladly trade places with me.
I think I'll stop whining.
Okay, Okay. I hear ya.
In any event, sorry. It was a truly wonderful experience. My mind and my body went through every known emotion throughout the 1 1/2 hours.
My body is still going through some emotions...its called pain! Holy crap. It started with my left heel. I had this shooting pain explode from the ball of my foot shortly after I crossed the finish line.
After seeing me hobble around earlier in the week, Andi, one of my teammates, helped me out with these awesomely-cool magnetic insoles. Within a day the pain started to go away.
But then I got a cramp in my right leg at swim practice. I don't know if maybe I was babying my left leg, and set myself up, or I didn't recover yet from Sunday, or..."really, stop the whining! It's getting to be annoying."
Well, Andi's magnets have been helping out, too. That, and the five pounds of bananas and three quarts of magnesium.
Man, I knew what it was like to be fat and lazy. It never hurt this much!
But then, I remember that I still got it easy. There are so many people who are afflicted and impacted by blood cancers, and I think they would gladly trade places with me.
I think I'll stop whining.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Things are looking good for Eric, yeah!!!
Here's the latest from AJ:
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People for the Liberation of Eric –
Membership continues to grow. Who knew he had so many friends? If you knew him like I knew him…
Eric had the staples removed from the skin graft on his right arm early because it is healing so quickly. The foot surgeon doesn't think they'll have to do any reconstruction where his toes used to be. All is looking well on the healing front.
They are talking about removing the tube from his throat. He hasn't been on the vent in some time, but they kept the tube in place just in case. They have been plugging it up (with bubble gum, I assume) for long stretches of time to see if he can take it. He seems to be taking it well. Hopefully they will remove the tube soon.
Another hand specialist was in to do some testing on his left hand. The results showed pretty severe damage, I'm afraid. The Doc said the nerve damage on a scale of one to 10 was a 10. My brother, the overachiever. Not really sure what they're going to do with it at this point. Probably they are going to want to give it some more time before deciding. There's a chance some of the nerves could regenerate given time. He's probably looking at some surgery down the road. Apparently they can move tendons and muscles around in there to give him more use of the hand. I'll keep you posted.
All of this leads to the very best news: It looks like Eric will be leaving Yale soon. Perhaps even as soon as tomorrow. They are going to move him to a rehab facility in White Plains that's about 10 minutes from his house. It will make like much easier on his wife and kids to lose that 75 minute drive. I will let you all know when they spring him. He is ready for a change in venue, and really looking forward to getting out.
Eric's attitude continues to defy skeptics. I think we can all be thankful that this happened during baseball season. He's watching more games than he has in years. Many, many thanks to all of you who continue to visit and send him obnoxious cards.
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People for the Liberation of Eric –
Membership continues to grow. Who knew he had so many friends? If you knew him like I knew him…
Eric had the staples removed from the skin graft on his right arm early because it is healing so quickly. The foot surgeon doesn't think they'll have to do any reconstruction where his toes used to be. All is looking well on the healing front.
They are talking about removing the tube from his throat. He hasn't been on the vent in some time, but they kept the tube in place just in case. They have been plugging it up (with bubble gum, I assume) for long stretches of time to see if he can take it. He seems to be taking it well. Hopefully they will remove the tube soon.
Another hand specialist was in to do some testing on his left hand. The results showed pretty severe damage, I'm afraid. The Doc said the nerve damage on a scale of one to 10 was a 10. My brother, the overachiever. Not really sure what they're going to do with it at this point. Probably they are going to want to give it some more time before deciding. There's a chance some of the nerves could regenerate given time. He's probably looking at some surgery down the road. Apparently they can move tendons and muscles around in there to give him more use of the hand. I'll keep you posted.
All of this leads to the very best news: It looks like Eric will be leaving Yale soon. Perhaps even as soon as tomorrow. They are going to move him to a rehab facility in White Plains that's about 10 minutes from his house. It will make like much easier on his wife and kids to lose that 75 minute drive. I will let you all know when they spring him. He is ready for a change in venue, and really looking forward to getting out.
Eric's attitude continues to defy skeptics. I think we can all be thankful that this happened during baseball season. He's watching more games than he has in years. Many, many thanks to all of you who continue to visit and send him obnoxious cards.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Grand Haven, what beautiful city
I did it. I finished my first triathlon.
Wow. Now I can call myself a triathlete.
Not a good triathlete, mind you. And it was a sprint triathlon. I have to go twice as far in September. I still have a long way to go to be ready for Washington DC. Needless to say, I will be at our group swim practice on Wednesday and the TNT brick training on Saturday.
But still, I did it. And, if I can boast, I am pretty proud of my results:
I came out of the Swim in 1st place in my age group (4th overall) with a 2:13 pace. I still did pretty well in the Bike with a 18.4 mph average (17th in my age group). The Run felt really weak. But I managed to keep an 8:42 pace (15th in my age group). So, I can't complain too much about the run. In all, I completed the event in 1 hour and 27 minutes.
I didn't set a goal for myself before the event. Really I just wanted to know that I could do it. And I couldn't have done it without you. Knowing that I have friends and family that care and support me and the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society really made a difference through out the day. Thank you so much.
I'll have an update on Eric in my next post...
Friday, June 29, 2007
Training update, ouch
So with the travel out east, I haven't been keeping to the TNT schedule, sorry to say. And, of course, I am heading out this weekend, too. My cousin is getting married this weekend...yes, married! I am just about to leave for the airport.
But before I left I wanted to say thanks to everyone that has supported my fundraising efforts, and has asked about Eric. You are truly wonderful friends, and I can't thank you enough.
I promise that I'll get back on my training regimen once I get return. I just hope I haven't lost too much ground! The team is riding 25 miles tomorrow! I have yet to ride more than 15 at any one time. Yikes.
I am going to take on my first Sprint Triathlon the following weekend. I don't know why they call it a Sprint Tri...there's no way that anyone can sprint that long (500 meter swim, 20 K bicycle, and 5 K run). But I think that'll give me a good idea on how much more I need to put in to my training.
See you when I get back.
But before I left I wanted to say thanks to everyone that has supported my fundraising efforts, and has asked about Eric. You are truly wonderful friends, and I can't thank you enough.
I promise that I'll get back on my training regimen once I get return. I just hope I haven't lost too much ground! The team is riding 25 miles tomorrow! I have yet to ride more than 15 at any one time. Yikes.
I am going to take on my first Sprint Triathlon the following weekend. I don't know why they call it a Sprint Tri...there's no way that anyone can sprint that long (500 meter swim, 20 K bicycle, and 5 K run). But I think that'll give me a good idea on how much more I need to put in to my training.
See you when I get back.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
update from AJ
I am never as good as AJ in giving updates on Eric. Here's the latest:
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Lot's of news from Yale this week:
Eric had his right hand amputated on Monday, and all ten toes amputated on Wednesday. He is no longer able to count any higher than five.
While certainly a bit gruesome, (not to mention a big fat drag), having gone through these procedures brings him closer to going home. Having both procedures done in the same week means they will heal at the same time. We are in the business of looking on the bright side.
And Eric, Mr. Bright Side himself, has continued to have an incredible attitude about all this. When I heard they were doing his toes, I called him to make sure he was okay. (One minute it's all hurry up and wait, then next they're carving him up like a Christmas turkey.) Anyway, I ask if he's okay, and he tells me he's excited. Excited, for Christ sake. My brother is the only human being on the planet who can muster enthusiasm for losing his toes.
Continues to show improving kidney function and breathe on his own, so it's now a matter of waiting for everything to heal. We're all hoping he can conduct his healing a little closer to home. Yale is helping Eric to work toward that.
So what's left?
They're going to do a skin graft and some reconstruction on his right
stump to make it smooth and pretty. Possibly as soon as next week.
Here's what they're going to do: They're going to open a flap of skin
on his belly and sew his stump inside. They leave it there for a
couple weeks and it will grow all kinds of fresh tissue and blood
vessels. After a little red button on his stomach pops up (sorry),
they'll remove his hand and lay some fresh skin on top. It's quite a
world we live in. Somebody should sell tickets.
He still has the tube from the vent in his neck. Once they're sure
he's all done with surgery (for the time being), they'll remove that
tube.
Then we all get to wait for his feet (specifically, his heels) to
heal. Latest word from the foot doctor is "months."
He may have some surgery on his left hand to repair some nerves.
Should know about that next week, too.
He's going to continue with physical therapy. They're working with his
left hand to get it back to full functionality, and they're doing some
exercises with his legs so the muscles don't atrophy.
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Lot's of news from Yale this week:
Eric had his right hand amputated on Monday, and all ten toes amputated on Wednesday. He is no longer able to count any higher than five.
While certainly a bit gruesome, (not to mention a big fat drag), having gone through these procedures brings him closer to going home. Having both procedures done in the same week means they will heal at the same time. We are in the business of looking on the bright side.
And Eric, Mr. Bright Side himself, has continued to have an incredible attitude about all this. When I heard they were doing his toes, I called him to make sure he was okay. (One minute it's all hurry up and wait, then next they're carving him up like a Christmas turkey.) Anyway, I ask if he's okay, and he tells me he's excited. Excited, for Christ sake. My brother is the only human being on the planet who can muster enthusiasm for losing his toes.
Continues to show improving kidney function and breathe on his own, so it's now a matter of waiting for everything to heal. We're all hoping he can conduct his healing a little closer to home. Yale is helping Eric to work toward that.
So what's left?
They're going to do a skin graft and some reconstruction on his right
stump to make it smooth and pretty. Possibly as soon as next week.
Here's what they're going to do: They're going to open a flap of skin
on his belly and sew his stump inside. They leave it there for a
couple weeks and it will grow all kinds of fresh tissue and blood
vessels. After a little red button on his stomach pops up (sorry),
they'll remove his hand and lay some fresh skin on top. It's quite a
world we live in. Somebody should sell tickets.
He still has the tube from the vent in his neck. Once they're sure
he's all done with surgery (for the time being), they'll remove that
tube.
Then we all get to wait for his feet (specifically, his heels) to
heal. Latest word from the foot doctor is "months."
He may have some surgery on his left hand to repair some nerves.
Should know about that next week, too.
He's going to continue with physical therapy. They're working with his
left hand to get it back to full functionality, and they're doing some
exercises with his legs so the muscles don't atrophy.
Monday, June 25, 2007
...So What About Philly?
What a remarkable experience! The Society's Team In Training does an absolutely fantastic job. I can't wait for September to come, just so I can join my team in the revelry I witnessed here. Elisha's team is filled with a mix of people of different backgrounds and different goals, but one purpose. They really gelled and seemed to really want to spend their time in Philly together.
The days leading up to the race were filled with pre-race meetings with the TNT leadership and the triathlon race officials and other logistics. It was really interesting to see over 300 people, with their bikes and other gear, descend on the hotel. The hotel was...ahem...a little overwhelmed, shall we say? Some how, the hotel assigned our room to another guest while we were in the room!
Race day was a marvel to watch. I positioned myself so I could see Elisha and her teammates come out of the transition zone for the bicycle and the running elements. Elisha looked like a pro!
The bicycle route laps 2X around the course. Elisha went by at such a blistering pace on the second lap that I almost didn't see her!
And her running was fluid. I moved from my first spot after cheering for the TNT teammates to get ready to watch Elisha near the finish line. I though that I'd move up the course about a half mile from the finish line to cheer her on. At least that was my plan.
As I headed up the course, I was keeping an eye out for her other TNT teammates. And who should come running by me with less than a 10th of a mile to go? Yep. Elisha.
Her goal was to finish in less than 3 hours. Done. Her goal was to finish in the top third in her age group. Done. My goal was to be there to cheer her on to victory. Done.
The days leading up to the race were filled with pre-race meetings with the TNT leadership and the triathlon race officials and other logistics. It was really interesting to see over 300 people, with their bikes and other gear, descend on the hotel. The hotel was...ahem...a little overwhelmed, shall we say? Some how, the hotel assigned our room to another guest while we were in the room!
Race day was a marvel to watch. I positioned myself so I could see Elisha and her teammates come out of the transition zone for the bicycle and the running elements. Elisha looked like a pro!
The bicycle route laps 2X around the course. Elisha went by at such a blistering pace on the second lap that I almost didn't see her!
And her running was fluid. I moved from my first spot after cheering for the TNT teammates to get ready to watch Elisha near the finish line. I though that I'd move up the course about a half mile from the finish line to cheer her on. At least that was my plan.
As I headed up the course, I was keeping an eye out for her other TNT teammates. And who should come running by me with less than a 10th of a mile to go? Yep. Elisha.
Her goal was to finish in less than 3 hours. Done. Her goal was to finish in the top third in her age group. Done. My goal was to be there to cheer her on to victory. Done.
My Travel Out East
Sorry that I haven't put out a post recently. But I went out East to visit Eric and followed up to watch Elisha participate in the Philadelphia Triathlon.
I got to Connecticut on Wednesday morning to see Eric right before he went under the knife. He was scheduled to have work done on his feet that morning. He had work done on his hand earlier in the week (Monday). As we drove to the hospital, Eric's wife, Sue, was filling me in on how things were going. The good news was that he was breathing well on his own and the kidneys were functioning very well. Things were going so well that they now could address the "collateral damage."
I had a hard time hearing that my dearest and closest friend was about to lose his feet afet already losing his hand on Monday...And here was Sue so matter-of-fact about the whole thing. I was panicked to see him...I rally didn't know what I'd say or do. But Sue reminded me how awesome Eric really is and that this surgery was a good thing. "Heck," she said,"I was told he was dead five weeks ago. So losing a hand and his feet? That's nothing."
I was still a little nervous walking in to the room. But as soon as I walked in, I saw my best friend. That's who I saw.
He looks great. And more importantly, he is great. He was in absolutely fantastic spirits, even cracking some jokes about trying out as a left-handed relief pitcher. (Eric's a huge Major League Baseball fan).
I visited him again on Thursday, before heading out to join Elisha in Philadelphia. I couldn't help but marvel at his strength and resolve. I know that I would have been a ball of mush...heck, I am a ball of mush (mentally, that is...we'll save the physical jokes for later).
As I left on Friday, I started crying. Not out of sadness nor sympathy. But out of admiration and love. Eric really is a remarkable man, and he is surrounded by a remarkable family that loves him very much. And a friend, too.
I got to Connecticut on Wednesday morning to see Eric right before he went under the knife. He was scheduled to have work done on his feet that morning. He had work done on his hand earlier in the week (Monday). As we drove to the hospital, Eric's wife, Sue, was filling me in on how things were going. The good news was that he was breathing well on his own and the kidneys were functioning very well. Things were going so well that they now could address the "collateral damage."
I had a hard time hearing that my dearest and closest friend was about to lose his feet afet already losing his hand on Monday...And here was Sue so matter-of-fact about the whole thing. I was panicked to see him...I rally didn't know what I'd say or do. But Sue reminded me how awesome Eric really is and that this surgery was a good thing. "Heck," she said,"I was told he was dead five weeks ago. So losing a hand and his feet? That's nothing."
I was still a little nervous walking in to the room. But as soon as I walked in, I saw my best friend. That's who I saw.
He looks great. And more importantly, he is great. He was in absolutely fantastic spirits, even cracking some jokes about trying out as a left-handed relief pitcher. (Eric's a huge Major League Baseball fan).
I visited him again on Thursday, before heading out to join Elisha in Philadelphia. I couldn't help but marvel at his strength and resolve. I know that I would have been a ball of mush...heck, I am a ball of mush (mentally, that is...we'll save the physical jokes for later).
As I left on Friday, I started crying. Not out of sadness nor sympathy. But out of admiration and love. Eric really is a remarkable man, and he is surrounded by a remarkable family that loves him very much. And a friend, too.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Happy Father's Day
I hope your Father's Day was special. We had a great day at Casa Del Condor.
The kids surprised me with breakfast in bed. They created a restaurant called "the Cabin," and showed up next to my bed with a menu of pretty much everything in the pantry! It was just incredible.
We had just a wonderful day, and capped it off with an impromptu "bonfire party" in the backyard. My brother, Greg, showed up with his family and we invited our neighbors over for s'mores.
Needless to say, my training took a back seat this weekend. Got a couple of runs in thanks to my neighbor. Thanks, Frank (he says, tongue firmly planted in cheek)! But other than that, I kinda laid low.
Elisha's triathlon is this coming weekend. So, I am heading out tomorrow with plans to visit Eric. I hope to get there on Wednesday and spend few days with him before cheering Elisha on in Philadelphia.
The kids surprised me with breakfast in bed. They created a restaurant called "the Cabin," and showed up next to my bed with a menu of pretty much everything in the pantry! It was just incredible.
We had just a wonderful day, and capped it off with an impromptu "bonfire party" in the backyard. My brother, Greg, showed up with his family and we invited our neighbors over for s'mores.
Needless to say, my training took a back seat this weekend. Got a couple of runs in thanks to my neighbor. Thanks, Frank (he says, tongue firmly planted in cheek)! But other than that, I kinda laid low.
Elisha's triathlon is this coming weekend. So, I am heading out tomorrow with plans to visit Eric. I hope to get there on Wednesday and spend few days with him before cheering Elisha on in Philadelphia.
Friday, June 15, 2007
So, how's Fred
AJ recently sent an update on Eric:
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Mr. Eric is doing really well. Surprisingly well. Remarkably well.
He's out of ICU and in a regular hospital room at Yale. That means
visitors! If any of you are able to visit the boy, I know he'd be
thrilled to see you. And if you can visit around mealtime (9, 12, 6),
you can help feed him. It's a lot fun. He likes it when you make
airplane sounds with the spoon.
He's been off the vent for several days and is breathing like a champ.
His kidneys are working better, and they are starting to make some
noise about stopping the dialysis to see how he does. That would be a
HUGE step. If he's able to get off the dialysis, it opens up a lot of
options as far as doing rehab a lot closer to home.
He still has pneumonia (no visitors with colds, please), but seems to
be responding to antibiotics. They are comfortable with his slow
progress.
He's been working with Occupational Therapy on his left hand. He can't
feel his fingers, but can still lobster claw to pick stuff up. He can
feed himself a little, but it's difficult. They think the nerves will
return in time.
Right hand and toes are still toast, but the doctors want to wait as
long as they can before doing anything. They want to give his body
every chance to recover and leave as much of him intact as possible.
The biggest concern right now are his heels. Apparently, he can walk
around fine with no toes, but not having heels is going to cause a lot
of headaches. There's reconstructive surgery they can do, but it's not
great. Those of you using Jedi healing powers (or prayer, whatever),
please focus on the heels. We need some good voodoo on them feet.
All in all, he's doing great. Not to say he doesn't have a long way to
go, but he's doing as well as can be expected right now. The doctors
keep him very busy poking at him most of the day, but I think it's
safe to say he's starting to climb the walls. Anyone in the vicinity
of New Haven should drop in.
Sue bought him a CD player to help pass the time. I sent him some
books on CD and Sue brought him some music. Many of you have asked me
what to send. Here's your chance. The boy needs tunes. His favorites
are Kiss, AC/DC, Rob Zombie....no, that's me. Sorry. He actually likes
classical and jazz (yawn). Send it to the house and we will arrange
delivery.
I can't thank all of you enough for the cards and letters you've sent
him, and the kind e-mails you've sent me. It's meant a lot to both of
us. So thanks. Way to step up. I didn't know you had it in you.
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I am going to head out to see the old man next week. Hopefully I come back with even more good news!
______________________________________________________
Mr. Eric is doing really well. Surprisingly well. Remarkably well.
He's out of ICU and in a regular hospital room at Yale. That means
visitors! If any of you are able to visit the boy, I know he'd be
thrilled to see you. And if you can visit around mealtime (9, 12, 6),
you can help feed him. It's a lot fun. He likes it when you make
airplane sounds with the spoon.
He's been off the vent for several days and is breathing like a champ.
His kidneys are working better, and they are starting to make some
noise about stopping the dialysis to see how he does. That would be a
HUGE step. If he's able to get off the dialysis, it opens up a lot of
options as far as doing rehab a lot closer to home.
He still has pneumonia (no visitors with colds, please), but seems to
be responding to antibiotics. They are comfortable with his slow
progress.
He's been working with Occupational Therapy on his left hand. He can't
feel his fingers, but can still lobster claw to pick stuff up. He can
feed himself a little, but it's difficult. They think the nerves will
return in time.
Right hand and toes are still toast, but the doctors want to wait as
long as they can before doing anything. They want to give his body
every chance to recover and leave as much of him intact as possible.
The biggest concern right now are his heels. Apparently, he can walk
around fine with no toes, but not having heels is going to cause a lot
of headaches. There's reconstructive surgery they can do, but it's not
great. Those of you using Jedi healing powers (or prayer, whatever),
please focus on the heels. We need some good voodoo on them feet.
All in all, he's doing great. Not to say he doesn't have a long way to
go, but he's doing as well as can be expected right now. The doctors
keep him very busy poking at him most of the day, but I think it's
safe to say he's starting to climb the walls. Anyone in the vicinity
of New Haven should drop in.
Sue bought him a CD player to help pass the time. I sent him some
books on CD and Sue brought him some music. Many of you have asked me
what to send. Here's your chance. The boy needs tunes. His favorites
are Kiss, AC/DC, Rob Zombie....no, that's me. Sorry. He actually likes
classical and jazz (yawn). Send it to the house and we will arrange
delivery.
I can't thank all of you enough for the cards and letters you've sent
him, and the kind e-mails you've sent me. It's meant a lot to both of
us. So thanks. Way to step up. I didn't know you had it in you.
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I am going to head out to see the old man next week. Hopefully I come back with even more good news!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Pigs do fly...I've seen 'em
I am truly humbled by your generosity and kindness. So many of you have sent me note of encouragement and support...they mean so much. I think of them often. I especially love the note I got recently:
"WOW! When I opened your letter I could have sworn I saw a pig fly by my window!"
I still laugh about it. Mostly, because it is so true...sometimes I can't believe I'm doing this!
But seriously, I can't thank you enough for your charity. Between the garage sale, Fun Run, guest bartending, and direct gifts, we have already raised over $3,000!
Also, Gordie at Piper's Pub has invited us back for another guest bartending night, and we're planning a progressive dinner party with some of the restaurants on Big Beaver for later this summer. I really hope you can join me.
"WOW! When I opened your letter I could have sworn I saw a pig fly by my window!"
I still laugh about it. Mostly, because it is so true...sometimes I can't believe I'm doing this!
But seriously, I can't thank you enough for your charity. Between the garage sale, Fun Run, guest bartending, and direct gifts, we have already raised over $3,000!
Also, Gordie at Piper's Pub has invited us back for another guest bartending night, and we're planning a progressive dinner party with some of the restaurants on Big Beaver for later this summer. I really hope you can join me.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Saddle Sores
Once I signed up, TNT gave me a binder filled with our team and individual training schedule (the team schedule is in the link at the right, if you're interested...). I've been doing my best to keep to the schedule in the binder.
So, let's see:
The cycling is going okay. But I now know what "saddle sores" are! Holy crap! Honestly, I didn't know that I could get bruises there. I mean...really? Who'd a thought. I figured with all my extra padding, I wouldn't need to get some padded cycling shorts. I ordered two pair, so I can wear them both at the same time!
Our team rides, though, are really cool. We've gone to some places in the region where I've never been. And we've gone places where I've been, but never realized how beautiful they are. Seriously, there are some really cool places to cycle around here.
Kensington Park is just gorgeous. That said, can I suggest that they take out a couple of the hills. Some of us...ahem..."less ready" people could use a break now and then.
There is nothing like a ride around Stony Creek. The lake just glistened as I rode around there...calling me like a siren. No, thankfully, I didn't crash into the rocks like an ill-fated ship. But I certainly crashed when I got home.
And Hines Drive. I had never been there before. Wow. What a gem. I am envious of the westsiders that have such a jewel in their back yard.
So, let's see:
The cycling is going okay. But I now know what "saddle sores" are! Holy crap! Honestly, I didn't know that I could get bruises there. I mean...really? Who'd a thought. I figured with all my extra padding, I wouldn't need to get some padded cycling shorts. I ordered two pair, so I can wear them both at the same time!
Our team rides, though, are really cool. We've gone to some places in the region where I've never been. And we've gone places where I've been, but never realized how beautiful they are. Seriously, there are some really cool places to cycle around here.
Kensington Park is just gorgeous. That said, can I suggest that they take out a couple of the hills. Some of us...ahem..."less ready" people could use a break now and then.
There is nothing like a ride around Stony Creek. The lake just glistened as I rode around there...calling me like a siren. No, thankfully, I didn't crash into the rocks like an ill-fated ship. But I certainly crashed when I got home.
And Hines Drive. I had never been there before. Wow. What a gem. I am envious of the westsiders that have such a jewel in their back yard.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Update on Eric
Eric's younger brother, AJ, is sending periodic e-mails. This is from last week. You gotta love AJ!
_________________________________________________________
Eric is doing really well. He's been off the vent for three days,
breathing on his own with no problems. He is eating real food, which
is very important to keep Mr. Eric happy. His spirits continue to be
good.
He is slowly coming to grips with how serious this all was. Doctors
keep coming into his room and saying, "Oh my God, your face looks SO
much better!" And, "Wow, I can't believe you're sitting up!" Eric
(thankfully) doesn't remember much about the first three weeks in the
hospital, so this is all very strange to him.
"Why do people keep telling me my face looks good?" he asked. "What
did my face look like?"
As gently as we could, we told him: "It was black, dude."
His kidneys continue to improve, but aren't yet functioning properly.
The docs are still confident they will be back online and fully
functional in time. Dialysis continues.
He has started physical therapy and is doing a lot of exercises in
bed. Not only does he have to regain strength and dexterity in his
left hand, he has to learn how to be left-handed. How fun is that?
The skin on his arms and legs has healed remarkably fast. He's still
bandaged, but not nearly to the extent he was a week ago. There's a
possibility of some skin graphs on his legs, but we don't know yet.
We are still waiting to learn the fate of his right fingers and toes.
One podiatrist came in a few days ago and said they were going to
amputate all his toes. The next day, another podiatrist (and the boss
of the first podiatrist) came in and said, no, we're going to wait,
some of his toes may come back. It's a bit of a roller coaster because
at least a half dozen doctors see him every day, and they all have
slightly different opinions on what's happening. Mostly, it's just
wait and see.
They are talking about kicking him out of Intensive Care. He could
either go to a step-down unit at Yale, or possibly a rehab facility
closer to his house. A lot of it depends on how soon they can get him
off dialysis, and if he can stay off the vent. I'll obviously let you
know if he's moved to a new room with a phone.
Finally learned the name of exactly what Eric has as a result of the
bacterial infection: disseminated intravascular coagulation (or DIC.
I've been telling him for years he's a DIC). If you're interested, you
can read all about this lovely disease on WebMD. Here's the link:
http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/Disseminated-Intravascular-Coagulation-DIC-Topic-Overview
So it's all pretty much good news. There are going to be a lot of
little procedures and a lot of physical therapy between now and
getting the boy home, but he continues to move in the right direction.
_________________________________________________________
Eric is doing really well. He's been off the vent for three days,
breathing on his own with no problems. He is eating real food, which
is very important to keep Mr. Eric happy. His spirits continue to be
good.
He is slowly coming to grips with how serious this all was. Doctors
keep coming into his room and saying, "Oh my God, your face looks SO
much better!" And, "Wow, I can't believe you're sitting up!" Eric
(thankfully) doesn't remember much about the first three weeks in the
hospital, so this is all very strange to him.
"Why do people keep telling me my face looks good?" he asked. "What
did my face look like?"
As gently as we could, we told him: "It was black, dude."
His kidneys continue to improve, but aren't yet functioning properly.
The docs are still confident they will be back online and fully
functional in time. Dialysis continues.
He has started physical therapy and is doing a lot of exercises in
bed. Not only does he have to regain strength and dexterity in his
left hand, he has to learn how to be left-handed. How fun is that?
The skin on his arms and legs has healed remarkably fast. He's still
bandaged, but not nearly to the extent he was a week ago. There's a
possibility of some skin graphs on his legs, but we don't know yet.
We are still waiting to learn the fate of his right fingers and toes.
One podiatrist came in a few days ago and said they were going to
amputate all his toes. The next day, another podiatrist (and the boss
of the first podiatrist) came in and said, no, we're going to wait,
some of his toes may come back. It's a bit of a roller coaster because
at least a half dozen doctors see him every day, and they all have
slightly different opinions on what's happening. Mostly, it's just
wait and see.
They are talking about kicking him out of Intensive Care. He could
either go to a step-down unit at Yale, or possibly a rehab facility
closer to his house. A lot of it depends on how soon they can get him
off dialysis, and if he can stay off the vent. I'll obviously let you
know if he's moved to a new room with a phone.
Finally learned the name of exactly what Eric has as a result of the
bacterial infection: disseminated intravascular coagulation (or DIC.
I've been telling him for years he's a DIC). If you're interested, you
can read all about this lovely disease on WebMD. Here's the link:
http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/Disseminated-Intravascular-Coagulation-DIC-Topic-Overview
So it's all pretty much good news. There are going to be a lot of
little procedures and a lot of physical therapy between now and
getting the boy home, but he continues to move in the right direction.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Now I know why they call it a "Brick"
This past Saturday was one of our Team In Training group practices...a "Brick," they call it. Well, I've never heard of a brick, at least not in the context of training, that's for sure.
So, you can imagine what was going through my mind as I drove out to Kensington on Saturday morning. "Heck," I thought,"I'm fat enough as it is. They don't need to strap on any more weight!"
Thankfully, its nothing like that...its worse! We rode our bikes for 16 miles, and quickly followed that up with a 3 mile run. Okay, so "quickly"...hmmm...well...ahem. Let's just agree that I might need some poetic license liberties from time to time.
So, where does the brick come in? It's how your feet feel half way through the practice. And what your head is filled with to do something like this!
But seriously, I am part of a wonderful team, and I can't thank them enough for the support they shared as we made our way through our practice. Just think, we get to do this again next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, and...oh crap!
So, you can imagine what was going through my mind as I drove out to Kensington on Saturday morning. "Heck," I thought,"I'm fat enough as it is. They don't need to strap on any more weight!"
Thankfully, its nothing like that...its worse! We rode our bikes for 16 miles, and quickly followed that up with a 3 mile run. Okay, so "quickly"...hmmm...well...ahem. Let's just agree that I might need some poetic license liberties from time to time.
So, where does the brick come in? It's how your feet feel half way through the practice. And what your head is filled with to do something like this!
But seriously, I am part of a wonderful team, and I can't thank them enough for the support they shared as we made our way through our practice. Just think, we get to do this again next week, and the week after that, and the week after that, and...oh crap!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Fundraising Update
I am humbled and blessed with the generosity that has been shown to me as I try to acheive my fundraising goal of $3,800. So far, I have raised almost $900 toward the goal.
Thank you to those that came out for the Fun Run at Boulan Park and bought stuff at the garage sale last month. It really has helped to make a difference!
Tonight I am serving as a guest bartender at Piper's Pub. Piper's Pub is the newly opened restaurant at Sanctuary Lake Golf Course. The Course is located on South Boulevard, between Dequindre and John R, in Troy. All the tips generated will be donated to TNT. Hope to see you there!
Thank you to those that came out for the Fun Run at Boulan Park and bought stuff at the garage sale last month. It really has helped to make a difference!
Tonight I am serving as a guest bartender at Piper's Pub. Piper's Pub is the newly opened restaurant at Sanctuary Lake Golf Course. The Course is located on South Boulevard, between Dequindre and John R, in Troy. All the tips generated will be donated to TNT. Hope to see you there!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
So, how did Eric become Fred?
I told you that there's a story in how Eric earned his nickname...here's his story:
Shortly after Eric started his treatments for lymphoma, he started losing some of his motor control. As a result, he had to give up his driving privileges. If you saw the way he drove before then, you would be thanking the authorities!
Well one fine day, a day when Eric was especially down, his mother offered to let Eric drive the car from the driveway in to the garage. As luck would have it, Eric's foot slipped off the brake and he ran the car right in to the garage refrigerator!
Now, to keep time in context, you have to remember that William "the Refrigerator" Perry was making headlines at this time. So, you can imagine the jokes that we were laying on him. (I know, we should have been kind and caring, blah, blah, blah...but well, guys really aren't so kind and caring after all).
Well Eric's younger brother, AJ, has the greatest dry wit about him...and he made a crack that Eric didn't deserve the "Refrigerator" tag. It was one of those moments where you had to be there to apprciate the delivery, as AJ said to Eric, "you are such a 'Fred'".
That alone doesn't make a nick name stick...but Eric's dad returned from a business trip that very weekend, carrying a copy of the New York Times. No joke, the editorial headline read, "I used to believe in Santa Claus, now I believe in Fred." Eric has been carrying the name since!
Shortly after Eric started his treatments for lymphoma, he started losing some of his motor control. As a result, he had to give up his driving privileges. If you saw the way he drove before then, you would be thanking the authorities!
Well one fine day, a day when Eric was especially down, his mother offered to let Eric drive the car from the driveway in to the garage. As luck would have it, Eric's foot slipped off the brake and he ran the car right in to the garage refrigerator!
Now, to keep time in context, you have to remember that William "the Refrigerator" Perry was making headlines at this time. So, you can imagine the jokes that we were laying on him. (I know, we should have been kind and caring, blah, blah, blah...but well, guys really aren't so kind and caring after all).
Well Eric's younger brother, AJ, has the greatest dry wit about him...and he made a crack that Eric didn't deserve the "Refrigerator" tag. It was one of those moments where you had to be there to apprciate the delivery, as AJ said to Eric, "you are such a 'Fred'".
That alone doesn't make a nick name stick...but Eric's dad returned from a business trip that very weekend, carrying a copy of the New York Times. No joke, the editorial headline read, "I used to believe in Santa Claus, now I believe in Fred." Eric has been carrying the name since!
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