I saw physical therapy, occupational therapy, mobility aids. I pictured some featureless adult form, because I couldn’t imagine my then/still/always gonna be my baby fully-formed with an adult face, seeing instead only how hard life would be for him. Being the pessimist I am, I envisioned only a worst case scenario. Could have been last month.Įarly on, I devoted hours, days, weeks worrying about my son’s future. Still–what I wore, how grey the sky was, how I returned to work and, try as I might, couldn’t stanch the flow of tears when I faced my coworkers. I recall that dreadful January, 2015 day, the diagnosis day, in vivid detail. There has been no shortage of tears since a neurologist told me my kid has MD seven years ago (SEVEN YEARS!?!!). You know I cry easily and a lot when I’m emotional, and you know I’m emotional a lot of the time. And thank you.īetween the time of my son’s 2015 MD diagnosis and my husband’s 2019 accident, I (and by I, I mean YOU) raised over $10,000 for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. Enjoy the clip (click here, Husky fans!). Is there anything more pure? There sure wasn’t on Saturday. The kids were killing it in the moment and they knew they were killing it.
To say they brought it is an understatement. I March for MDA while my kid marches for the pure joy of performing with his buds one last time, and trust me, his march is waaaaaaay more fun to watch.
But seven years after the diagnosis, he’s still marching.Īs am I. Had you suggested my son would perform in a competition drumline, I’d have dismissed the notion out of hand. After NO live, in-person instruction during his junior year, my big kid and his percussion pals hit the floor last weekend for the twice-delayed city drumline competition. I promise you, it’s worth the six minutes of your life to watch it. I’m linking you to the video of my big kid’s drumline competition. I have nothing to offer you but entertainment (and I don’t mean reading my blog in this case because we know I’m not fooling anyone by calling my writing endeavor “entertainment”). We have raised $3,562 for the Muscular Dystrophy Association and I’m so, so grateful. And because of YOU, I’ve somehow managed to hit one thousand, seven hundred eighty-one percent of that original $200 goal!!! What? There aren’t words to thank you enough for your generous support. Speaking of goals: When I opened my fundraising page, my goal was to raise $200. Knowing I have a goal has kept me moving even when I didn’t especially feel like it. My work is sedentary and I’m lazy as hell after work most days. I sometimes feel a love-hate with my Fitbit as I drone on and on, reminding myself and the world that I’m “gettin’ in my steps,” but this external motivator is doing its job. We’re officially at the halfway point and I’m pleased to announce that halfway through the month, I am more than halfway to my step goal of 310,000 steps during the 31 days of March.
#CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE WITH THE BOYS MEME TEMPLATE UPDATE#
Just a quick mid-month update on my March for MDA.
Only because the chorus screams, “Oh, we’re halfway there.” You KNOW you sang it in tune, didn’t you? Yeah, ya did.
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