Happy Birthday to me

11 years ago (less 9 days) I had a stroke that I will never completely recover from.

34 years ago we went to the hospital for the birth of my first child, who was born 3 days later.

50 years ago, that summer men landed on the moon and the Mets won the pennant.

61 years ago, my mother missed attending the Giants game because I wanted to be born. (And she never let me forget it!)

birthday cake photo
Photo by normanack

Merry Christmas!

Portlandia got its wish for a white Christmas.  There’s snow on the ground and ice on the pavement.

My Christmas came 2 days early. My oldest daughter & her fiance hosted a Christmas dinner for family.  It was great to be able to share the celebration with kids & grandkids.  I didn’t ask for much this year, mostly pictures of my kids.  But I was surprised by the two presents I did get, both very thoughtful.  and I did get some pictures, so that was good too.

I hope that your holidays were everything you wanted them to be…

The difference between courage & desperation

This week while chatting with my therapist, she repeatedly tried to compliment my courage in facing several challenges. But she & I had different perspectives of the same situations. Where she saw courage, I knew it was only desperation.   I finally got my point across using the classic 80’s movie “Officer and a Gentleman” where Richard Gere’s character is being harassed by his drill instructor to drop out. He breaks down, crying out “I’ve got no place else to go.  This is it!”  I’ve felt that way several times since the stroke- I have to be able to eat. I have to get up & stand on my own.  I have to be able to walk around the house.  I have to be able to put my brace & shoes on.  I have no place else to go.  This is it!  So I have to do whatever’s necessary to be able to do these things.  It’s not a matter of courage but of desperation.  The alternative is too scary to even think about.