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Jump!

A few days ago, my husband had me watch a video clip of a motivational speech by Steve Harvey of the Family Feud. Steve Harvey video He starts by saying that every successful person has one thing in common. They have all jumped. They took a leap of faith. They realized what their God given gifts were and they jumped in head first.

I truly believe that when each of us enters this world, God blesses us with certain gifts and talents. Some of us may have one, others may have 5 or 10. Once we identify our gifts, we need to jump. Steve Harvey said that the only way we can soar is to jump and pull the cord. Once we do, we have to be determined to keep going through the doubt, rejection and pain. Eventually we will come out on the winning side.

Think about the inventors of the past and how far they had to jump to create the light bulb, the automobile, plastic, or Apple Computers. One of the best biographies I have ever read is on Steve Jobs. Where would we be right now if Bill Gates and Steve Jobs didn’t jump? I wouldn’t be able to share my heart with you on my MacBook or even find a way to deliver it. In reality, most of us are not as brilliant as Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein or Stephen Hawking, but we can make a bigger impact than we think. It wasn’t smooth sailing even for the geniuses of our time. They jumped, overcame and soared.

We are all more capable of making a positive impact than we realize. My son, Christian, wanted to make a difference. He wrote a good part of a spy novel but stopped when his disease started to accelerate. He wasn’t able to join the football team or play basketball but he did play his clarinet until he didn’t have the strength to sit up and cope with the pain. He spent the last 18 months of his life tilted back in his chair but he still hardly ever complained. His courage and grace impacted everyone he came into contact with.

What about the rest of us? What are we capable of? I have come to realize that I have a knack for photography and writing. My sister overcame great obstacles to earn her G.E.D., becoming a volunteer fire fighter and EMT and is now in the best shape of her life. How many lives would have been lost if she never jumped? I encourage you to watch this video and to believe that God fulfills all of his promises. He wants us to soar. At some point, we have to ask ourselves if we are living or simply existing.

535890_2199036831741_1580093076_n — Despite the physical limitations of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, the boys earned their GED’s in 2012.

I can hardly think of a time when God did not get me through difficult times. After we lost Christian, I felt like I was falling, skinning my knees and having my heart ripped out every single day. It’s still not easy, I still have moments when the reality of his death practically knocks me down, but God has helped me up from day one. Steve says that our parachute does not open right away. It most certainly did not for me until recently and it didn’t for my sister either. I am pretty sure that most olympic athletes skinned their knees many times.

I encourage you to jump. Stay with it until you soar. Believe in yourself because God does and I believe in you too. Do it. Jump!

Mario Kart

The last thing Christian asked me to do with him was play Mario Kart. At the time, neither of us knew that it was our last chance to play together. He beat me every time but it was still fun to play. About a week after he passed away, I bought a WiiU. Christian used a Playstation and Game Cube but wasn’t sure if he would be able to handle the larger controller that came with the Wii. I had an evening by myself and I fired it up. Once I chose my character and started to play, my heart ached. Christian talked about playing on the Wii and how much he knew I would enjoy the graphics for Mario Kart. I felt close to him and my heart ached at the same time because I was not able to share it with him.

Due to the nature of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, my sons were never able to ride a bike without training wheels or join the basketball team. Video games became something they could easily do and enjoy. Andrew plays Destiny on his PS4 often and has gained a group of online friends. In Montana, the winters are long and cold, making it difficult for people with disabilities to leave the house. He is able to socialize with his friends while he plays and has become quite passionate about the game. Christian was able to continue playing until the night before we lost him. His hands just stopped working. I will never forgot the look on his face when he told me he couldn’t hold the controller anymore.

Our neighbors, Len & JoAnn, joined in and actually played. Even they had a blast!

I think we all need to play video games every now and then. I played Mario Kart with Andrew last night and sorely lost, but it was fun and relaxing. It is so easy to say no, I would rather not. We never realize how fast our children grow until it’s too late and we are not cool enough to hang out with them. It becomes more real when your children are diagnosed with a life threatening condition. We can all benefit from putting our seemingly endless list of obligations on the back burner to play a game with our kids.

I wanted to play video games with Christian that last day but his needs were great and we didn’t have any help. I really hope Christian smiles down from heaven as I pick up that controller a few times a week and practice so I can kick Andrew’s tail next time!

Last sunset of 2015

As the sun started to lower in the sky this afternoon, I couldn’t help thinking that we were approaching the last sunset of 2015. Thin, wave-like clouds stretched across the sky and snow was beginning to melt off of the streets.

The sun is almost completely set now, but I stopped for a few moments and watched the sky change colors and the clouds gather at the horizon. The sun reflected a deep orange onto bare tree limbs and rooftops. I thought about Christian, wishing he could be with us to celebrate the New Year. It was the last sunset of 2015 and I am thankful for witnessing such a spectacular display of color.

2015 was a year of grief, big changes and leaps of faith. I spent a good part of the year accepting the loss of my son, best friend and hero. I spent another good part of the year finally starting to realize that I did my best caring for my son until he went to God. I have come a long way on this long, painful journey and I will feel the hurt for the rest of my life. I have learned to manage with a broken heart and even feel moments of joy despite the loss.

We took a leap of faith when my husband left a very well paying job for his health. A few months later, after over 10 years at home as a full time caregiver, I went to work. Not just at any job, but the company I worked for until I had to leave to take care of my sons in 2005. It blows my mind how things have come full circle. Christian was walking when I left, both of my sons were walking. And now I am back minus one of my boys. Although this realization is painful, I am blessed to be working at the same place with the best group of people I could ask to work with.

I became an aunt again and cried when I saw the first photo of little Damian. I saw my youngest sister as a mother and felt so much love for her.

I am thankful for the healing God has done in my heart, the healing that has taken place in my husband after working harder than anyone I have seen for 14 years, for the blessing of returning to my former employer, becoming an aunt again and for the last sunset of 2015. Big moments and small I am thankful for it all. Corny but it rhymes, right? Birds visiting my feeder, smiles from strangers, the sound of the furnace on a cold night, coffee with a friend, the small simple blessings that filled my days do not go unnoticed as 2016 approaches.

I will set goals for the new year as many of us do but for now, I will focus on the blessings in my life. The simple yet most meaningful blessings.

th-15 — I find so much comfort in mourning doves. I cannot take credit for this wonderful shot.

Happy New Year to all of you and thanks so much for reading my blog!

Long Time No Post

I must admit I was a bit shocked when I saw how long it had been since my last blog post. I have read in more that one place that we have to make time to do the things that matter or we will never do them. We also must not wait until everything is perfect before we pursue our dreams. Our lives are ever-changing but our dreams remain in our hearts. I have a dream of writing a book about my sons and their daily battle with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. A book that I hope will inspire people to donate to the MDA and reach out to families afflicted with devastating, neuromuscular diseases.

So much has changed since my last post. After over 10 years of being a full-time caregiver for my sons, I am back at work. Not just any place of employment but the very company that I left to care for my sons. I feel tremendously blessed to be rehired. Even with blessings, it’s easy to still experience moments of fear and doubt. Questions circled in my mind such as wondering if I would remember everything. There is also the social aspect of working outside of the home that I have been missing for far too long. It has been fun seeing people who I haven’t seen in years, literally. It has been difficult not seeing my son as much but this change enables us to be a healthier and happier family.

October 27th marked the one year anniversary since Christian passed away. I honestly thought it would be beneficial for me to go to work and with this year being the first one, I didn’t know what to expect. Let’s just say I had to go home. Being with my family made the day easier to bear for all of us. This fall has been painful. As I have been watching the leaves turn and fall off of the trees and the sun shine at a different angle, I have been flashing back to our last few weeks with Christian. The good Lord has given me the comfort and strength I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other. One sign of the healing that has taken place over the last year is the little moments of joy that fill my heart at the most simple of things. A squirrel greeted me on one of my courthouse runs with a mouthful of leaves. A house finch called to me from under a car in the parking lot behind the treasurer’s office. A pigeon greeted me above the door before I went inside. The simplest of sights are the most beautiful.

I had to remind myself lately that going back to work full-time does not mean I have to stop pursuing my dreams. We can always carve out a little time every day to write, play a song on the piano or take a 30 minute walk. I would love to hear about your dreams and I will keep you posted on mine. I have a piano that I would love to start playing again but with most things, I will need to take baby steps. I read a blog post by Tsh Oxenreider (theartofsimple.net) about not setting goals too big or it sets us up to fail. It’s far easier to exceed a goal that’s simpler and realistic. Wise words!

Yahtzee!

This afternoon we sat down to play Yahtzee. Not an electronic form on the computer but the real, noisy, dice flying across the table version of Yahtzee. Ever since the boys were young, we enjoyed playing all sorts of boardgames.

When I was a youngster, the most technologically advanced item we owned was a television – the giant boxy kind with wood accents that sat on the floor. No remotes. Get up and turn the dial to turn up the volume. We also owned Connect Four and Monopoly. My favorite was Connect Four. It was easiest to understand, more so than Monopoly. Since we weren’t quite old enough to understand the concept of owning property and making improvements, we would fight over who got the cute little dog game piece and make our own rules. I still remember the excitement when Yahtzee first came out. It was the first game I remember playing with my sister and my mother. We went camping and enjoyed playing it on rainy days when we were stuck in the camper.

As the boys grew older, we started playing Life and different versions of Uno. Our favorite was Uno Attack. The game concept is the same as regular Uno but there are cards that instruct you to press a button. Once you press it, a random amount of cards comes flying out at you. The boys would laugh as the cards flew in their faces! I also taught them how to play Monopoly and we picked up a game in Spokane called Killer Bunnies. Killer Bunnies is the most awesome game ever played in our house. I may as well do a separate blog post because it’s so awesome.

Christians Birthday_1518 — Christian holding up his Quagmire card as we played Family Guy Uno

As Christian’s pain increased and his arms became too weak, he became unable to play most games. It hurts to remember how much he had lost, even something so simple and basic as playing a game of cards. Board games are a way to connect with loved ones in a way that is far too rare in today’s world. It is too easy to pick up our phones and play a little Candy Crush than to walk over to the closet and pull a game or two down. Throw on some good music, grab some drinks and snacks and make some memories with your favorite board games. What are your favorites, old or new?

Book Adventures

Since it’s a cool, rainy Saturday, I thought it would be fitting to post about books. I am at the end of I am Number Four by Pittacus Lore. Even though I left my teenage years behind over 20 years ago, I still enjoy reading teen fiction. Many fun, adventurous series have been released since Harry Potter. I remember many different series I read when I was in school and I thought it would be fun to write about them.

One of the first series I remember reading is Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder. A friend recommended them to me and I quickly became hooked. So hooked that my mother became upset with me for staying in my room so much in my pajamas.

Another series I started reading a short time later was Sweet Valley High by Francine Pascal. Remember that series? The twin blonde sisters? I read quite a few of them as I longed for high school, hoping I could be half as beautiful as the Wakefield sisters. I pictured myself with trendy clothes, thick, wavy hair and beautiful boyfriends.

The funnest series I read was the Choose Your Own Adventure series (various authors). We did not have interactive games that are common today, so these books were a breakthrough in my preteen years. It was great fun to make choices during the story, like being in the character’s shoes, and turning to a certain page from there to see the outcome. Many times my decision would lead me to another page to make another choice, ultimately leading me to a happy ending. Other times I would meet my sudden fate.

It amazes me when I compare these books I grew up with to the teen fiction series I shared with my sons. I will be revisiting the latter in future posts. I just love books! What series did you read when you were growing up? Thanks for reading my blog and I would love to hear from you!

Song of the week

As I was on my way to Starbucks for a mocha latte and some book time, Waves by Blondefire played. I heard this song when it first came out and I enjoyed the chorus and the upbeat melody. Sirius XM Alt Nation started playing it frequently so I started hearing the lyrics:

You hear them when you try to fall asleep

They crash to the shore, they come from the deep

As sure as the sun will rise, the sun will set

You taste the salt the closer you get

Waves
Picking you up

Pushing you down

They’re always around

Waves
Just like dream

Silver and green

We live in between

They can carry you all the way to me
They can pull you out to the deep blue sea

Oh waves, there are waves

Empires will crumble to the sand
All that you love can slip through your hand

But you must face the ocean once again

Follow the tides, wherever you’ve been

Official Music Video
The meaning to this song for me has changed over the years. At first I thought it explained life with it’s ups and down, good days and bad. Go with the flow. Once my oldest son passed away, the meaning became more personal. We rode many waves, huge tidals or everyday waves in dealing with his Muscular Dystrophy. So much felt like a dream and still does at times. I have days when I feel close to him and days when I feel the tidal wave that took him away from me.

Blondefire has positive, clean lyrics with mostly upbeat songs. It’s hard to feel grumpy when I listen to them. I hope you enjoy the music video. Please feel free to comment if you feel a special connection to this awesome tune.

The Big Sky

This photo was taken from Hansen reservoir by Lewistown, MT

I woke up to something I hadn’t seen in what seems like weeks – a sunrise! For the last while, a good portion of Montana has been covered with a blanket of hazardous air from forest fires. The sky was a funny grey color and it smelled like a campfire outside. When the sun shined into the house it was an alien, orange shade. Thankfully cooler weather blew in last night and the air is no longer at a hazardous level. I have found myself pausing throughout the day to watch the white pillows in the sky float by, wondering which one my Christian is on.

I noticed some trees around town were already turning yellow. It is the end of August but it still seems too soon. One of my favorite sounds on days like today is the rustling of leaves as the wind blows and the sound of Eurasian doves cooing in the evening light.

This is the last photo taken of Christian and me together.

Fall is my favorite season and already I am looking forward to the changing leaves and cooler winds. This will be a difficult season to pass through because October 27th will be the one year anniversary of Christian’s passing. October 12 would have been his 22nd birthday. The good Lord has helped us through the most difficult first year and I know the pain will never fully go away. I will miss Christian and long to see him for the rest of my time on this earth.

On the evening before Christian passed away, he said that he wished his pain would stop so he could just sit still, look at things and really enjoy them. Now, in heaven, he can see things far more beautiful. When I hear the leaves blowing down the sidewalk this fall and see the beautiful, autumn hued, blue sky, I will enjoy it all the more because of Christian’s grace.

Hit me Like a Bomb

As I was preparing lunch this afternoon, Hit me Like a Bomb by Third Day came on. Lyrics video From the first time I heard this song, which wasn’t too long after Christian passed away, the lyrics became personal.

You hit me like a bomb
And everything I’m used to
Is suddenly gone
Sorry to accuse you
Do you know what you’ve done
When you hit me like a bomb

Hear the sound of the sirens ringing
See the world of a life that’s changing
Well you hit me like a bomb
I was scared and I started running
Can’t say I never saw it coming
When you hit me like a bomb

(La la la la la la la la…)

You hit me like a bomb
Everything’s changing
It didn’t take long
For you to start rearranging
Everything that I’ve known
When you hit me like a bomb

(lyricsmode.com)

I knew Christian wasn’t doing well. His overall health was declining rapidly over the last 6 months of his life, whether I wanted to see it or not. We knew we had to take him to the doctor and probably the hospital, but we didn’t think we were going to lose him that night almost 10 months ago. When I went into his room to wake him up for the day, I was hit by the biggest bomb ever. Our life as we knew it – forever changed.

I lost my son, my best friend, my hero and my life as I knew it. Everything changed, including how I looked at life. Life is still changing, rearranging. Everything I ever knew up to that point no longer mattered.

As time has moved on, we have been healing in our own ways but we will never be the same. Christian made us appreciate the small things, even something as simple as seeing a bird outside of the window or a spot of sunlight on the wall. Because of him, no matter how much the darkness enfolds me, I will NEVER give up. I have moments when I feel angry and I question God about Christian’s pain and suffering. I remind myself of God’s love, provision, mercy and grace so the anger isn’t able to fester and make me bitter. I would rather heal and live the life Christian so much wanted to live but wasn’t able to.

This song by Third Day has a rock sound to it and plenty of energy. Let me know what you think!

I will keep getting back up!

Drew patiently awaits his name being called to go back to see the lung doctor.

These critters have looked down on us every six months for as long as I can remember.

This wall hanging with the names of other patients is always a comfort to look at.

Drew is getting ready for his spirometry test with a plug over his nose.

Drew had his 6 month check up this morning with his heart and lung doctors. We had to get an early start on things and jet across town by 8:30. The sun was shining and we were in good spirits. We expected to hear good news based on Drew’s energy level and overall well being.

Drew had his heart echo first. The boys have been seeing Dr. Ruggerie since they were small, shortly after their diagnosis of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. He treated Christian up until he passed last October. Unfortunately, after less than a year after losing Christian, we found out today that Drew’s heart and lung function numbers have decreased. We know how this disease progresses and have had this told to us in the past about Christian, but it still doesn’t prepare us or make it any easier. The heart is a muscle and muscles in our chest help us to breathe. Duchenne’s affects all of the muscles in the body. It doesn’t pick and choose, doesn’t affect only the face, legs or hands. At times, I think this disease is a monster.

Oh, sure, I could curl up in a ball and give up. Yell. Get mad. I would rather get back up, dust myself off, and keep fighting for Christian, who I know would want me to keep fighting, for Drew, my husband, my mother and for all of the boys and families dealing with this devastating disease.

The more I see this disease affecting my son and my mother, and especially after losing Christian last October, the more I want to do something to help, educate people and keep fighting for a cure. Okay. Here it is. I want to write a book. This scares the crap out of me but I know it needs to be done, especially after I found out the telethon has been discontinued. I don’t have a writing degree or any kind of education that pertains to writing a book but I have lived it. I have seen my boys learn to walk but eventually lose that ability. I have seen them fall, I have heard the awful things other kids have said to them. I have seen them go through the surgeries, humiliation, raw fear, pain and suffering. I don’t know how to begin but writing in this blog and sharing my heart with all of you is the first step. Thank you so much for reading my blog and walking with me on this journey. This book needs to be written.