Truly it can be in the way one chooses to look at things. I recently had the intention of participating in a local Brain Tumor Support Group, I instead sauntered in to the Aneurysm Support Group-I had no idea that this was the case until after I had spent a significant amount of time at the group. I arrived on time, but when I arrived the group was already seated and had already started talking…it was a group of about 30 people. I asked the woman standing near the front door when I arrived if this was the Brain Tumor Support Group? She said “yes”, but apparently she mustn’t have heard me. She pointed me in the direction of a seat in the back of the room. I said a casual “hello” to the group and I began to listen. I listened as these people of all ages, some with young kids, some with grown kids, some having experienced an aneurysm many years ago, some having just had one a few months before attending this group-they talked about their experiences. I listened and I wondered if anyone in this group had a brain tumor. I listened and I wondered if this could be a mixed group, or if this was only one kind of a group? I listened as they talked about their headaches and their seizures. I listened as some people talked about their speech inabilities, and how they had trouble walking. Some people spoke about how they had trouble remembering words, and how they felt sad about feeling dependent on their loved ones, and their frustration about not being able to drive following their surgeries. Many of them had the fear of getting another aneurysm in the future and what that would mean to them and their families if it were to happen. I think what many of these people were afraid of, but weren’t talking about, may have also been the fear of dying. Most of the people that were telling their personal stories had had surgery before their aneurysm had burst, but the fear of getting another aneurysm and or what additional side effects might be in their future were in most everyone’s thoughts. I listened to their stories and I found them to be so interesting…it’s as though we were neighbors on the same “medical block”.
I didn’t volunteer to talk about my story-I thought it would be disruptive…I was mostly sure at this point that there weren’t any brain tumor patients in the group. I was definitely feeling a bit out of place-I was similar, but not the same. Then the special guest of the evening got up to speak. The special guest was a Neurosurgeon- he specialized in Aneurysm Surgery; his name was Dr. Langer. Now, I was absolutely sure I was in the wrong support group. He began to speak. Their were a couple of things that struck me about this doctor: I found him to be engaging, interesting, insightful, and compassionate…okay, that’s way more than two things. Dr. Langer not only spoke about aneurysms and the brain in a way that was easy for a non-medical person to understand, but he also said something that I found to be quite profound. He told the group, (many of whom were apparently his patients already), who were asking him about their fears…fear of getting another aneurysm, their concerns about still having headaches, forgetfulness, speech problems, many of the things they had already mentioned earlier among themselves, many of the things that I myself deal with as well. He said this to the group “you know…what’s interesting, is that cancerous brain tumor patients often have these same symptoms, but they don’t live long enough to worry about them”. This was an amazing statement! It’s so true, I’m often sad about my deficits, but the fact is that most brain tumor patients don’t live long enough to worry about them. I wanted to raise my hand and say, “I’m that patient”, but I thought it would be too distracting. I couldn’t help wondering if this was why I was meant to saunter into the wrong room? Was it to hear this statement…this scale of relativity? I wanted to spread the “word”. I thought about the potential to help some of these patients. When it came time to leave, I mentioned to one of the nurses at the front door that I apparently was in the wrong Support Group, that I actually had been looking for the Brain Tumor Support Group, but that I found this group and Dr. Langer to be very interesting. She helped me find where she thought the other support group was supposed to be, but everyone there had left already. The Brain Tumor Support Group meets monthly, so I’ll try to go again next month. Who knows what I will learn there. When it came time to go home, after checking out the other meeting room, I “coincidentally” stepped into the elevator with a couple of the women at the Aneurysm Support Group. They both had told tearful stories about their worries for the future of their health. Their stories had really touched me. One woman was a young mother of two young children who had only recently had her surgery. The other woman had had her aneurysm surgery a year ago, but was still having a lot of trouble remembering words and places, and was experiencing really bad headaches-she was wondering how long it was going to continue. I wasn’t sure if I should introduce myself, but I was feeling quite energized by the meeting. I decided to talk. I said to them, “Hi, I just came from the same support group you were both at, and I heard the both of you tell your stories. I didn’t realize until after I had been in the group for a while, that I actually had stepped into the wrong meeting. I’m a brain tumor patient and my intention was to go to the Brain Tumor Support Group, it was my first time here and I wasn’t sure at first if I was in the right place or not, I thought maybe it was a mixed group at first-once I was sure it was just for aneurysm patients I didn’t want to disrupt the group by walking out. I wanted to tell you both that while I feel many things we’ve been through are different-I feel that there are definitely quite a few things that are the same, and I think I understand a lot of your fears and anxieties. I haven’t had an aneurysm, but I’ve been living with a brain tumor for over twenty years, I’ve had two surgeries, and two courses of radiation. I’ve had many of the same health issues that you’re both dealing with and some different ones…the forgetfulness at times, headaches, my tongue is paralyzed on one side, I’m deaf in one ear, I have trouble swallowing, one of my vocal chords is paralyzed, but I’m still here. I’m still talking. I still hear you when you speak. In these twenty plus years I’ve seen my two kids go from small to not as small. I work. I’m still living. I don’t know if that helps you, but I thought I would mention it just in case it might”. They both said to me “Wow, thank you so much, you would never know you had all those physical things, thank you so much for telling us that”. We said goodbye to each other, and I said to myself “wow, this has been quite an evening, I can’t believe I would have experienced anything more meaningful at the meeting I was intending to go to”.
I’m glad I stumbled into that meeting…these things like so many things, don’t seem to happen by accident. This support group supported me by making me feel that all that I still deal with…isn’t a curse, it’s a gift…I’m still here in the world… getting to deal with myself, while there are others that I’ve met along the way who are no longer in the world.
Dr. Langer’s statement about brain tumor patients generally not being able to live long enough to worry about their symptoms, just reaffirms the need to do all we can do to bring attention to the need for more funding and research for brain tumors. Please donate. When I started my walk back in October of last year and filming that walk, I knew that would be the beginning…the first step. I’m now in the process of raising additional funds in order to continue filming; we want to film other survivors, other patients and their families, and to tell their stories. We want to enlighten people about what’s going on in the world of Brain Cancer Research, there are some amazing things happening. We hear about breast cancer, prostate cancer and other illnesses, we hear about them because people live long enough to talk about them. We don’t hear as much about Brain Cancer because we don’t generally live long enough to worry about our symptoms…or talk about the cause. We have to work together to make that happen!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
The Strength of Words
I just had a moment, more than a moment, a weekend really, where I thought I had lost my blog. This blog is a compilation of stories and thoughts that I’ve written over the last four years…four very intense, life changing years. I have of course saved most of these stories-these words, but the thought of them no longer being out there for other people to read if they wanted to read them made me feel as though part of me had died. I realize that this may seem overly dramatic to some, but these stories and thoughts are “me”, they are not fictional, and the idea of them disappearing, was somehow as though I had disappeared. Also, the thought of having to re-up the entire blog, was another project that I would have to add to my ever increasing “To Do List”, and that too, made me feel like I might just disappear…or need to. There have been days lately, with all that I’m trying to do, that I just wish for one less thing…not one more. The blog had disappeared because it was attached to an old email address that after ten years I had needed to change. I thought that all the accounts, credit cards, and necessary contacts that required the new address…had the new address, but there’s always that one something that falls through the cracks, my blog was the something. Most fortunately, I was able to retrieve it. This retrieval was not easy. They don’t make these things easy. The internet giveth, and it taketh away. It is hard for instance to find an actual person to speak to, instead you are left emailing, which is frustrating and time consuming. These emails are signed with a name, it seems like a person has connected with you, but after enough back and forths, one comes to doubt whether that person actually exists. I was not certain for an entire day if I would be able to retrieve my lost information or just my lost “domain name”. This was a BAD DAY. But, in the end, after very little communication, limited help, and a decent lump of cash…the entire blog was retrieved…name and all. This was an AMAZING DAY. This was the giveth part of the taketh away. This story has been shortened for those that may be reading it, and are patience impaired about such “internet matters”, but I feel the core of it has been conveyed. This event made me think of a few things. It made me think of all that I’ve written and what it’s meant to me. It made me think a bit about how as much as I’ve felt at times (and I’ve mentioned this), that nothing can be better than being able to express your thoughts through words, I have to say that during this most recent “blog event”, where I was virtually forced to write while dealing with my “internet blog problem”, the thing I wanted to do more than anything was to speak my words…yell my words-not write them, and yet writing was all that I was being allowed to do. At times, it’s good to have a voice to one’s words, to be able to convey your supreme unhappiness, anger, and disappointment. This is something that can’t be expressed as fully or as well without…let’s face it, a little bit of volume. Perhaps we want what we want, when we want it. No news flash there, I guess. And lastly, I think of all those words and sayings I’ve read over the years, not just these four years, but the many years that I’ve been dealing with my health issues-the words that I’ve read that have inspired me and motivated me, the words that have helped me feel as though I wasn’t alone, or have given me the impetus to keep on, keepin’ on. These are some of those words:
“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door”
-Milton Berle
-Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
-Margaret Mead
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world right in the eye."
-Helen Keller
"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will."
-Mahatma Gandhi
"Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength."
-Henry Ward Beecher
"He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity."
-Ben Jonson
"There is no limit to what you can imagine. And with commitment, with effort, what you can imagine you can become. Put your mind to work for you. Believe that you can do it. The world will tell you that you can't. Yet, in your belief you'll find the strength, you'll find the ability, to do it anyway."
-Ralph Marston
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
-Eleanor Roosevelt
"Above all challenge yourself. You may well surprise yourself at what strengths you have, what you can accomplish."
-Cecile Springer
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”
-Mother Teresa
"No one has ever become poor by giving."
-Anne Frank
“It is not length of life, but depth of life.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Success comes from knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming”
-John Wooden
“Be the change that you wish to see in the world”
-Mahatma Gandhi
“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door”
-Milton Berle
-Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”
-Margaret Mead
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world right in the eye."
-Helen Keller
"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will."
-Mahatma Gandhi
"Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right use of strength."
-Henry Ward Beecher
"He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity."
-Ben Jonson
"There is no limit to what you can imagine. And with commitment, with effort, what you can imagine you can become. Put your mind to work for you. Believe that you can do it. The world will tell you that you can't. Yet, in your belief you'll find the strength, you'll find the ability, to do it anyway."
-Ralph Marston
"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
-Eleanor Roosevelt
"Above all challenge yourself. You may well surprise yourself at what strengths you have, what you can accomplish."
-Cecile Springer
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”
-Mother Teresa
"No one has ever become poor by giving."
-Anne Frank
“It is not length of life, but depth of life.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Success comes from knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming”
-John Wooden
“Be the change that you wish to see in the world”
-Mahatma Gandhi
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A New York Story
I haven’t blogged in a while, but this seemed like a story worth writing about…there are just those moments that you feel should be committed to paper…or whatever it’s called that we’re writing on these days that seems paper-like.
I was meeting my friend Lisa for lunch a couple of days ago, she and I have known each other for close to twenty-five years. She and I knew each other before I had my first daughter, before I was diagnosed with my brain tumor, before my first brain surgery. She helped bring me home from the hospital after the surgery on the day that I was released. She also helped me raise money for the walk I’ve just completed. We’ve known each a long time.
I was waiting for her in a downtown restaurant…a “bistro”, I was checking my Blackberry for emails, I texted her to let her know I had arrived, and no sooner had I done that, when I looked up and saw that she was coming through the front door of the restaurant. She rushed over to the table, put her stuff down, and asked if I could order her an iced tea while she went to the Ladies Room. She was in a rush because she was coming from work, which is in Brooklyn. She had driven into the city, and she only had so much time before she was going to have to drive back out to Brooklyn-we wanted to make the most of this time we had together. I ordered the iced tea, and no sooner had she sat down, when the guy…a kid really, sitting next to me on my left side
“my deaf side”, asked if I could “just read him a paragraph from an article in the New York Times”? I thought it was a bit odd, but I thought, “why not, and how long, and how bad could this be?” So I did. Lisa was reading the menu to figure out what she wanted to eat, so it wasn’t like it was taking time away from us. I wasn’t really absorbing what I was reading. After I was done reading, he said, “thank you, I just wanted to make sure I was reading it correctly”. I do remember thinking that he seemed to have a good grasp of the English language. I wondered why if he spoke English, and probably read English, did he need someone to read something to him…but whatever. Then I noticed that he was wearing a stethoscope around his neck. At this point Lisa had finished looking over the menu and was ready to order. The waitress came over to ask if we knew what we wanted. I had decided before Lisa arrived what I wanted, so we gave the waitress our orders. I began to talk a bit to this guy…this kid. After I mentioned his doctor paraphernalia, he brought our attention (Lisa was listening now too), to the fact that he was wearing a white lab coat with the scripted “NYU Hospital logo” on it, as if this would tell us all we would need to know. He said, “I’m a Resident at NYU Hospital”. I said, “Oh really?” My first thought was that the restaurant we were eating at was quite a long way from the hospital. My second thought was that the logo was not the NYU hospital logo I was familiar with…not at all…not one little bit. How many people are fortunate, or unfortunate enough to know what the NYU Hospital logo really looks like? The third thing was that it was odd that a doctor…excuse me a Resident would be dining with his stethoscope around his neck if this were in fact their down time, and it must have been his down time, because as I said…we were quite a way from the hospital. The restaurant we were all dining at was in Greenwich Village, NYU hospital is all the way near 32nd Street and 1st Avenue…this is a long way to travel to eat…especially to eat alone-this is about 20 downtown blocks and several more blocks going towards the Westside of Manhattan. He told Lisa and I that he was a Psychiatric Resident. Did this mean he was studying Psychiatry, or that he was a resident in the Psychiatric ward? I asked him how it was to be a Psychiatry Resident? He said, “that’s a big question.” I asked him as a “Psychiatrist” what his feelings were regarding death and dying? He talked a bit about that; he seemed to have some real thoughts about this subject. He thought it was better to live every day to its fullest, and that dying is what was hard. We agree about that…this makes me think he had some kind of information or experience in this area. Was he a doctor or did he just play one on TV? Was he an actor? We were after all, in New York, not far from New York University, which has an excellent theater school. He continued to talk, and I continued to think. I noticed that he had a Martini on the table, and that he had finished half of it. I asked him about his Martini. He said, “he’s off of work”. I thought, it’s lunchtime, and he’s a Resident, but maybe he’s had a very tough day, or maybe he’s just completed a night shift. But wouldn’t he prefer to sleep? I brought up my walk, and my brain tumor…the topic of “Psychiatry” and the “brain” leads the conversation there-he doesn’t seem all that familiar with much of the terminology I was using, but that doesn’t mean anything, often I’ve found myself knowing more about this area of the anatomy than other doctors-it’s a specialized field. I suggested that he take a look at the Brain Matters website. I thought you “never know”. I thought he may be crazy, but he may be connected, or he may be crazily connected. At one point in all of this, I asked him how old he was, and he told me he was 26. He told me he had gone to school 4 years as an undergrad, 4 years as a medical student, and now he was in his first year of Residency…the math worked. He asked me how old I was, and I told him-he found that hard to believe, so either I look better than I think I do, or he was looking for a donator of his own. Finally after what was probably 15 or 20 minutes of our talking, (Lisa chimed in now and then to the conversation with comments and questions of her own), I said, well “it’s been good meeting you, but my friend and I have only so much time, so we’re going to get back to our lunch.” He said “okay, I’m just going to go out for a cigarette, will you vouch for me if they come back and want to know where I went, and let them know that I’ll be back to pay the bill?” I said, “first of all, as a doctor you should know that you shouldn’t be smoking cigarettes, and secondly, I can’t vouch for you, I don’t even know you, why don’t you just pay the bill and then go out and smoke the cigarette?” He smiled. He then grabbed his nice designer shopping bag that he’d apparently brought to lunch with him-inside it was the newspaper with which he had started our conversation. As he was on his way out the door, both Lisa and I looked at each other and said, “he’s not coming back, and he’s not going to pay the bill!” He walked out of the restaurant. I looked out the windows of the restaurant onto the street. You could see everything from where I was seated. Our “Resident” friend went out and lit his cigarette, but he didn’t stay at the corner, he had no intention of coming back inside, he kept on going. Almost as soon as the Resident left the corner, the manager left the restaurant and took off down the street after him. A few minutes later when the manager returned, I asked if he had caught up with the doctor? He said “No, but he had caught up with his shopping bag which he had left on the street.” I asked the Manager what was inside the bag. He told me that there was only a newspaper inside. I guess our “Resident” thought that he would easily be able to pick up a new “meeting device” somewhere else.
So he wasn’t a doctor. Maybe he was a mental patient…a “psychiatric resident”, maybe he was an actor; maybe he was just someone who didn’t have enough money to pay his bill? This was funny and yet not, all at the same time. To me there were two interesting things about this meeting. The first thing was that if he had connected with someone who hadn’t come to know as much about hospitals, doctors, and medicine as I’ve come to know over the years, that perhaps his outcome might have been different…maybe better for him…maybe not. The other interesting thing is that despite his obvious lack of credentials, I’ve met doctors who have had official credentials, and demonstrated less sympathy, compassion and knowledge. This makes me wonder who he really was, and what his real story was about. It also makes me think about why things happen. Guess there were actually three interesting things about this meeting. Ah… New York!
I was meeting my friend Lisa for lunch a couple of days ago, she and I have known each other for close to twenty-five years. She and I knew each other before I had my first daughter, before I was diagnosed with my brain tumor, before my first brain surgery. She helped bring me home from the hospital after the surgery on the day that I was released. She also helped me raise money for the walk I’ve just completed. We’ve known each a long time.
I was waiting for her in a downtown restaurant…a “bistro”, I was checking my Blackberry for emails, I texted her to let her know I had arrived, and no sooner had I done that, when I looked up and saw that she was coming through the front door of the restaurant. She rushed over to the table, put her stuff down, and asked if I could order her an iced tea while she went to the Ladies Room. She was in a rush because she was coming from work, which is in Brooklyn. She had driven into the city, and she only had so much time before she was going to have to drive back out to Brooklyn-we wanted to make the most of this time we had together. I ordered the iced tea, and no sooner had she sat down, when the guy…a kid really, sitting next to me on my left side
“my deaf side”, asked if I could “just read him a paragraph from an article in the New York Times”? I thought it was a bit odd, but I thought, “why not, and how long, and how bad could this be?” So I did. Lisa was reading the menu to figure out what she wanted to eat, so it wasn’t like it was taking time away from us. I wasn’t really absorbing what I was reading. After I was done reading, he said, “thank you, I just wanted to make sure I was reading it correctly”. I do remember thinking that he seemed to have a good grasp of the English language. I wondered why if he spoke English, and probably read English, did he need someone to read something to him…but whatever. Then I noticed that he was wearing a stethoscope around his neck. At this point Lisa had finished looking over the menu and was ready to order. The waitress came over to ask if we knew what we wanted. I had decided before Lisa arrived what I wanted, so we gave the waitress our orders. I began to talk a bit to this guy…this kid. After I mentioned his doctor paraphernalia, he brought our attention (Lisa was listening now too), to the fact that he was wearing a white lab coat with the scripted “NYU Hospital logo” on it, as if this would tell us all we would need to know. He said, “I’m a Resident at NYU Hospital”. I said, “Oh really?” My first thought was that the restaurant we were eating at was quite a long way from the hospital. My second thought was that the logo was not the NYU hospital logo I was familiar with…not at all…not one little bit. How many people are fortunate, or unfortunate enough to know what the NYU Hospital logo really looks like? The third thing was that it was odd that a doctor…excuse me a Resident would be dining with his stethoscope around his neck if this were in fact their down time, and it must have been his down time, because as I said…we were quite a way from the hospital. The restaurant we were all dining at was in Greenwich Village, NYU hospital is all the way near 32nd Street and 1st Avenue…this is a long way to travel to eat…especially to eat alone-this is about 20 downtown blocks and several more blocks going towards the Westside of Manhattan. He told Lisa and I that he was a Psychiatric Resident. Did this mean he was studying Psychiatry, or that he was a resident in the Psychiatric ward? I asked him how it was to be a Psychiatry Resident? He said, “that’s a big question.” I asked him as a “Psychiatrist” what his feelings were regarding death and dying? He talked a bit about that; he seemed to have some real thoughts about this subject. He thought it was better to live every day to its fullest, and that dying is what was hard. We agree about that…this makes me think he had some kind of information or experience in this area. Was he a doctor or did he just play one on TV? Was he an actor? We were after all, in New York, not far from New York University, which has an excellent theater school. He continued to talk, and I continued to think. I noticed that he had a Martini on the table, and that he had finished half of it. I asked him about his Martini. He said, “he’s off of work”. I thought, it’s lunchtime, and he’s a Resident, but maybe he’s had a very tough day, or maybe he’s just completed a night shift. But wouldn’t he prefer to sleep? I brought up my walk, and my brain tumor…the topic of “Psychiatry” and the “brain” leads the conversation there-he doesn’t seem all that familiar with much of the terminology I was using, but that doesn’t mean anything, often I’ve found myself knowing more about this area of the anatomy than other doctors-it’s a specialized field. I suggested that he take a look at the Brain Matters website. I thought you “never know”. I thought he may be crazy, but he may be connected, or he may be crazily connected. At one point in all of this, I asked him how old he was, and he told me he was 26. He told me he had gone to school 4 years as an undergrad, 4 years as a medical student, and now he was in his first year of Residency…the math worked. He asked me how old I was, and I told him-he found that hard to believe, so either I look better than I think I do, or he was looking for a donator of his own. Finally after what was probably 15 or 20 minutes of our talking, (Lisa chimed in now and then to the conversation with comments and questions of her own), I said, well “it’s been good meeting you, but my friend and I have only so much time, so we’re going to get back to our lunch.” He said “okay, I’m just going to go out for a cigarette, will you vouch for me if they come back and want to know where I went, and let them know that I’ll be back to pay the bill?” I said, “first of all, as a doctor you should know that you shouldn’t be smoking cigarettes, and secondly, I can’t vouch for you, I don’t even know you, why don’t you just pay the bill and then go out and smoke the cigarette?” He smiled. He then grabbed his nice designer shopping bag that he’d apparently brought to lunch with him-inside it was the newspaper with which he had started our conversation. As he was on his way out the door, both Lisa and I looked at each other and said, “he’s not coming back, and he’s not going to pay the bill!” He walked out of the restaurant. I looked out the windows of the restaurant onto the street. You could see everything from where I was seated. Our “Resident” friend went out and lit his cigarette, but he didn’t stay at the corner, he had no intention of coming back inside, he kept on going. Almost as soon as the Resident left the corner, the manager left the restaurant and took off down the street after him. A few minutes later when the manager returned, I asked if he had caught up with the doctor? He said “No, but he had caught up with his shopping bag which he had left on the street.” I asked the Manager what was inside the bag. He told me that there was only a newspaper inside. I guess our “Resident” thought that he would easily be able to pick up a new “meeting device” somewhere else.
So he wasn’t a doctor. Maybe he was a mental patient…a “psychiatric resident”, maybe he was an actor; maybe he was just someone who didn’t have enough money to pay his bill? This was funny and yet not, all at the same time. To me there were two interesting things about this meeting. The first thing was that if he had connected with someone who hadn’t come to know as much about hospitals, doctors, and medicine as I’ve come to know over the years, that perhaps his outcome might have been different…maybe better for him…maybe not. The other interesting thing is that despite his obvious lack of credentials, I’ve met doctors who have had official credentials, and demonstrated less sympathy, compassion and knowledge. This makes me wonder who he really was, and what his real story was about. It also makes me think about why things happen. Guess there were actually three interesting things about this meeting. Ah… New York!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Some things can’t be expressed on film or video blog. Some things you have to write down.
When I was speaking at Fairfield Ludlowe High School yesterday one of the students asked me how I thought what I’ve been through had changed me? This of course is a huge question. It would take almost an entire class to answer just this question. But I think if I had had the time to think about it beforehand, the way I’ve had since he asked, I would say that it has given me the understanding of the power of the ability to “keep on keepin’ on”. If today is not good, tomorrow may be better, if you don’t feel what one doctor is saying to you, then find another doctor. If the weather is bad today, then there’s the possibility it’ll be better tomorrow. This walk that I’m taking symbolizes all of that to me. So far I’ve had terrific weather, that’s been great, but I’ve also gotten lost and my cell phone has run out of battery power. Things that I was hoping would happen didn’t, but I keep on keepin’ on. Perhaps, I always had a bit of this in me, but I know I’ve needed to have it for all that I’ve been through. And so…I’m, walking the walk, which in some way or another I feel I’ve been doing for some time now, even before I took that first step out the door this last Saturday. Check out www.brain-matters.org, to learn more about the walk.
Monday, August 15, 2011
You Must Row With The Oars You Have
This walk is about so many things for me…
It is about what I’ll be able to give to others…and to a cause that I know needs more funding…and that not many other people either know about unless they themselves or someone in their family has been effected by a brain tumor. In fact, even if they do know about brain tumors, they may not know that there’s such a need for more funding or research. This walk is also about something else. This walk is about achieving something…it’s about the feeling of overcoming something. It’s about being able to feel the feeling of gain after so many years of feeling the feeling of loss. I have the potential to feel strong, and the fact that it’s not just for me and it’s something that I’m also able to do for others, just makes it feel like that much more of an accomplishment.
In the research I’ve done about people who have had life threatening or life altering illnesses, the feeling of loss is quite normal, but knowing about its normalcy doesn’t make it less painful. You’re not sure what to do with these feelings. Recently a few “normal” things happened to a few friends of mine. A couple of my friend’s fathers died. Another friend’s friend died…he wasn’t that old. All of my friends were going to the funerals. I haven’t been to many funerals. Another good friend of mine on the 5th anniversary of her husband’s death was going to visit a place the two of them went to all the time together. I liked the idea of this; it got me thinking about these ceremonial rituals. There was something that seemed important to me about them. I didn’t grow up in a family that had many passing rituals. I’m from a small family and fortunately most of us are still hanging in there. It’s not like we haven’t had our share of sad times, we have, but we’re still here, that too says something about us I think-about our fortitude, our stamina, maybe even a bit of luck. I’m not entirely sure what it says, but it seems to say something…it’s another blog for another day. We do have our rituals, just not for passing. We celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, Thanksgiving, but “passings” or “loss”…these occasions I’m not so familiar with…except for our pets, we have had burials for our pets. As I mentioned, we certainly had our share of bad things that have happened, but we were more of the attitude that you kept on keepin’ on, and so we did…so I’ve done. For many years with the exception of a few friends who’ve lost a parent early on, or in very extreme cases a friend of theirs, I was one of the only people among my group of friends that has dealt with so much personal loss so early on…now that we’re all getting older, everyone is catching up. Lately though, I’m seeing more of the ceremonial side of things, and it made me think.
I decided to anoint a small beautiful glass jar that I have; this jar would now be my “Jar of Loss”. I had some sea glass that a close friend of mine has sent to me over the years from places she has traveled to from around the world…she knows I love sea glass. I chose a specific piece of sea glass to honor every loss I have experienced, and I placed it in my new Jar of Loss. There is a piece of sea glass in this jar for every loss that has deflated me, every person that has left me, every ability I used to have that I no longer have…my hearing in one ear, my vision in one eye, my voice that I feel has been altered, the house I loved, the company I created but couldn’t keep working at because I had to have surgery and radiation therapy, every thing that I felt I had lost but could not control losing. Some how this made me feel better; it has made me feel ready to move on in a stronger way. This jar gives me the ability to see these things, to have them with me and yet not, to look at them in a physical kind of way if I wish to, but not feel the same morbid sense of sadness that I had before…it’s different and it feels better.
This walk is a way to feel a renewed sense of emotional strength. I will remind myself of that on the days that I’m walking the 250 mile distance starting October 1st from my house to Boston, when I feel I can barely take another step forward. Yes, it’s been exhausting planning this walk, and yes, I wish I had even more time to plan things, but in the end I need to leave when I need to leave. I need to move on to the next phase of my life and to the next phase of the non-profit charity that has taken me so long to create. Most of my life I have felt physically strong, but the months following surgery and radiation I felt weaker than I had ever felt in my life. I wondered if I would ever feel like myself again. Then I realized, I won’t feel like that self anymore, I will feel like a different self. Why wouldn’t I feel different after what my body has been through, and also the fact that I’m older. But I have learned to row with the oars that I have. There are many people who don’t survive having a brain tumor. There are many others that do survive but are never able to work again or talk again, or remember anyone, or do many other things-but there are still plenty of us who can. There aren’t any others I believe that have made a walk of this length, and at the same time have tried to help bring awareness to the very reason that has caused them tremendous loss. I look forward to being able to walk and to blog my experience every day, and to posting it on the Brain Matters website so that I can look back on it and remember my experience and my accomplishment. I also wanted to be able to do this, so that my family will be able to look back and see this when I’m older or when I’m not here one day…a long time from now of course. There have been many concerned friends and family members since I decided to make this trip that have tried to convince me not to make it, and I would not budge. I understand that they’re concerned, considering my medical history, but there have been so many things that I have felt that I’ve lost through no choice of my own…this is something that I’ve actually chosen to do. I’ve taken two years to plan and coordinate this walk. This is about Giving Back and Getting Back. If anyone wants to join me, please do, I’d be glad to have you. To follow the walk and know where I’ll be on what days go to www.brain-matters.org
It is about what I’ll be able to give to others…and to a cause that I know needs more funding…and that not many other people either know about unless they themselves or someone in their family has been effected by a brain tumor. In fact, even if they do know about brain tumors, they may not know that there’s such a need for more funding or research. This walk is also about something else. This walk is about achieving something…it’s about the feeling of overcoming something. It’s about being able to feel the feeling of gain after so many years of feeling the feeling of loss. I have the potential to feel strong, and the fact that it’s not just for me and it’s something that I’m also able to do for others, just makes it feel like that much more of an accomplishment.
In the research I’ve done about people who have had life threatening or life altering illnesses, the feeling of loss is quite normal, but knowing about its normalcy doesn’t make it less painful. You’re not sure what to do with these feelings. Recently a few “normal” things happened to a few friends of mine. A couple of my friend’s fathers died. Another friend’s friend died…he wasn’t that old. All of my friends were going to the funerals. I haven’t been to many funerals. Another good friend of mine on the 5th anniversary of her husband’s death was going to visit a place the two of them went to all the time together. I liked the idea of this; it got me thinking about these ceremonial rituals. There was something that seemed important to me about them. I didn’t grow up in a family that had many passing rituals. I’m from a small family and fortunately most of us are still hanging in there. It’s not like we haven’t had our share of sad times, we have, but we’re still here, that too says something about us I think-about our fortitude, our stamina, maybe even a bit of luck. I’m not entirely sure what it says, but it seems to say something…it’s another blog for another day. We do have our rituals, just not for passing. We celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, Thanksgiving, but “passings” or “loss”…these occasions I’m not so familiar with…except for our pets, we have had burials for our pets. As I mentioned, we certainly had our share of bad things that have happened, but we were more of the attitude that you kept on keepin’ on, and so we did…so I’ve done. For many years with the exception of a few friends who’ve lost a parent early on, or in very extreme cases a friend of theirs, I was one of the only people among my group of friends that has dealt with so much personal loss so early on…now that we’re all getting older, everyone is catching up. Lately though, I’m seeing more of the ceremonial side of things, and it made me think.
I decided to anoint a small beautiful glass jar that I have; this jar would now be my “Jar of Loss”. I had some sea glass that a close friend of mine has sent to me over the years from places she has traveled to from around the world…she knows I love sea glass. I chose a specific piece of sea glass to honor every loss I have experienced, and I placed it in my new Jar of Loss. There is a piece of sea glass in this jar for every loss that has deflated me, every person that has left me, every ability I used to have that I no longer have…my hearing in one ear, my vision in one eye, my voice that I feel has been altered, the house I loved, the company I created but couldn’t keep working at because I had to have surgery and radiation therapy, every thing that I felt I had lost but could not control losing. Some how this made me feel better; it has made me feel ready to move on in a stronger way. This jar gives me the ability to see these things, to have them with me and yet not, to look at them in a physical kind of way if I wish to, but not feel the same morbid sense of sadness that I had before…it’s different and it feels better.
This walk is a way to feel a renewed sense of emotional strength. I will remind myself of that on the days that I’m walking the 250 mile distance starting October 1st from my house to Boston, when I feel I can barely take another step forward. Yes, it’s been exhausting planning this walk, and yes, I wish I had even more time to plan things, but in the end I need to leave when I need to leave. I need to move on to the next phase of my life and to the next phase of the non-profit charity that has taken me so long to create. Most of my life I have felt physically strong, but the months following surgery and radiation I felt weaker than I had ever felt in my life. I wondered if I would ever feel like myself again. Then I realized, I won’t feel like that self anymore, I will feel like a different self. Why wouldn’t I feel different after what my body has been through, and also the fact that I’m older. But I have learned to row with the oars that I have. There are many people who don’t survive having a brain tumor. There are many others that do survive but are never able to work again or talk again, or remember anyone, or do many other things-but there are still plenty of us who can. There aren’t any others I believe that have made a walk of this length, and at the same time have tried to help bring awareness to the very reason that has caused them tremendous loss. I look forward to being able to walk and to blog my experience every day, and to posting it on the Brain Matters website so that I can look back on it and remember my experience and my accomplishment. I also wanted to be able to do this, so that my family will be able to look back and see this when I’m older or when I’m not here one day…a long time from now of course. There have been many concerned friends and family members since I decided to make this trip that have tried to convince me not to make it, and I would not budge. I understand that they’re concerned, considering my medical history, but there have been so many things that I have felt that I’ve lost through no choice of my own…this is something that I’ve actually chosen to do. I’ve taken two years to plan and coordinate this walk. This is about Giving Back and Getting Back. If anyone wants to join me, please do, I’d be glad to have you. To follow the walk and know where I’ll be on what days go to www.brain-matters.org
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
As If Walking Wasn’t Enough
In a few days it will be 90 days from the day I start walking from my house to Mass General Hospital. This walk has metamorphosed.
When I first thought about how I could talk to people about brain tumors and the need for more funding and research, I had also just started to have strange seizure like events-I was advised by my doctors not to drive until they figured out what was going on with me. I had to walk everywhere I wanted to go. When I needed to go somewhere further than I could walk I had to wait, and be dependent on others until they could take me where I wanted to go. These circumstances gave me a lot of time to think about my life and what I wanted to do, what my future would be, what the meaning of all I had been through, and what I was going through now might be about. Was there a meaning? Could there be a meaning made out of this situation? The fact that I was doing so much walking gave birth to the idea of taking a walk, a long walk. This would be a walk I decided I wanted to take. I decided I would walk and tell people about my own personal story. I thought that by doing this it would shine a light on a subject that I knew didn’t have a lot of light, and that it perhaps could be inspirational to people going through the dark times I had known first handedly, and that I would be able to raise funds for a cause that was extremely personal to me. This walk would give me a sense of power in what was feeling like a power sapping event on my continuing illness road. I wanted a way to turn the bad into good. I wanted a way to look at what had been at times for me, very sad, or totally enervating. I wanted to turn my experience (as best as I was able to anyway), into one that was positive. I believe that most people are not all that aware of brain tumors unless they themselves have been personally affected by brain tumors. My feeling was that once people were made more aware, they of course would want to donate to the cause. Right?
When I thought about where I would walk, I didn’t have to think long…well, that’s not entirely true, I wanted to walk from my house to Mass General Hospital because this would of course be emotionally significant to me, but it’s 250 miles (no short walk). In my mind, it would be a way of putting a powerful sense of positivity on the same trip I made every week for seven weeks when I went to Francis H. Burr Proton Center in Boston at that same Hospital. It’s not that the outcome of my treatment at that hospital wasn’t positive-it was. It was the fact that I had to go then, and was filled with anxiety about the effects and the outcome. I knew with every passing week that while I was battling the tumor in my skull, I would not have any idea what success was achieved for months. I knew this-I knew that I felt sicker every week, and that my hair was falling out. On this trip that I would be planning to take from my house to Boston, I would be the decider. I would leave knowing that the radiation had worked, that I was stronger, and that I was going because I chose to go. I could decide when and how, and not only that, I could talk to people and let them know that the outcome of patients with brain tumors could be positive, that we’re out here. I would tell people that there needs to be more research and funding, so there can be even more survivors out there. So that’s how the baby steps started stepping.
I never imagined back two years ago when I thought of this idea, all of what I would have been through since that day. I’m driving now, which is good. I’m training to walk ten miles a day, which will when divided over the total mileage it takes to get to Boston, and a few down days for rest in between my “walking days” will take me a month. I’ll leave on October 1st, and I plan on arriving in Boston on November 1st.
After I decided to do the walk, a friend of mine and I came up with what we thought was a fantastic idea, and that was to include schools in this walk. I would walk and stop at the various schools along the walking route, which we decided would be the Boston Post Road. The Boston Post Road according to Google Maps has the best walking route. It has the most sidewalks, and what looks like from the satellite to be the flattest terrain. I would talk to the kids at these schools about brain tumors, the fact that it’s the number two cause of deaths in kids under the age of 20. I would among other factoids, also mention that we all should wear headsets because there is more and more information that indicates the strong connection between brain tumors and cell phones. I would also stress that non-cancerous brain tumors can be as deadly and life altering as cancerous ones, and that in order to make more medical progress-there needs to be more research, and of course more funding. The kids would donate if they felt they could, if not they would just walk a mile with me along my walking route. If they couldn’t walk along the route for school security reasons, they would walk with me on their school property. These things would all be worked out with the schools. The mile walk on campus was meant more as a symbol of support for the cause. I would say goodbye after the walk and or talk, and walk on. Great, right? Well, what I’ve learned about certain schools and the bureaucracy of schools, of people, of neighborhoods, of fundraising, of healthcare, and of non-profits since starting Brain Matters and Walking Miles 4 Brain Matters has been formed, has been incredible. It’s a documentary in itself. I thought this walk would be about what I would be able to teach other people; little did I know how much I would be learning. Who could have imagined the maze? I have made progress; I just am quite surprised by the lack of “help”, by whom I thought would have been natural helpers. The school year has ended, and there is still the start of next year to accomplish things, but the amount of time it takes to do things, has proven to me mind-boggling. We have schools that are participating, some for the walk, others just for the talk, and then I’ll walk onward, I’m fine with this, because it still gets the word out, what it does effect is Brain Matters’ ability to raise the funds we were hoping to raise, not only to make the walk, but to film the walk…but the beat goes on.
The biggest disappointment remains my home town school, but we’re still working on that, they can’t commit to getting the students involved; the school running track may be an issue because it’s new. If we can’t walk there, where can we walk? Who we need to talk to has been confusing, the amount of support has been limited. The funny thing, although not so funny, is that if asked the school, I’m sure they would say they’ve been very helpful, they’ve met with me, they will get their charity clubs involved at the beginning of the year, but they can’t effect the school calendar, the schools rules, the timing and the system. That’s true, it’s all the people that need to be talked to, to make something happen, that keeps the something that could be really good, from really happening. This isn’t Washington D.C afterall, this is Port Washington. The other thing is that Brain Matters is a new charity, we’re not the Cancer Society or ALS, and that doesn’t get us instantly into the VIP room. We’re the little engine that could, or trying to be. My experience has been that public schools have been more difficult to work with to arrange and create fundraisers; it has not been the same with private schools, not as many rules…it’s different. I’ve also learned a lot about people, both good and not so good. Some people say they’re going to do, and do. Some just say they’re going to do and don’t. It’s sad when you believe that people who say that they’re going to do and then they don’t, because I need to both believe from a position of hope (it’s what has gotten me through some of my hardest times), and also because I just need so badly what people say they’re going to do. It’s not easy needing things so badly. Whatever it is that someone says they’re going to help with (it could be as small as picking something up from a certain location that is needed for something), we need that help. A person may be offering money, maybe it’s time, or maybe it’s connections to other people with money and time. I’ve learned about funding, about myself, my energy (what I have, what I’ve lost due to health, and perhaps age), my tenacity (no, I haven’t learned as much there, I knew I had that). I suppose that I was naïve in thinking that because Brain Matters is a non-profit, and such a good cause, that people would naturally feel compelled to donate. It’s not the case. Say it ain’t so! I’m so appreciative to those that have either donated their time or money, some people have donated both their time and money, but then there are those that haven’t. Those people have really surprised, and for lack of a better word…disappointed me. I of course remain hopeful that they will support Brain Matters in the future. So on the days that I’m wiped out, wiped out because I’ve worked as many hours in a day as I’m capable of working, and I wonder if I’ll be able to raise enough funds to make this walk happen…I just think…I have to walk. I have to walk because this is so much more to me than a walk! I don’t know if I’ve explained it well enough. I hope so, but I don’t even know if it’s possible. Love to all of you that have gotten me this far. Please check out the interview on Patch.com about the Brain Matters walk http://portwashington.patch.com/articles/port-washington-brain-tumor-survivor-founds-brain-matters-awareness-foundation
When I first thought about how I could talk to people about brain tumors and the need for more funding and research, I had also just started to have strange seizure like events-I was advised by my doctors not to drive until they figured out what was going on with me. I had to walk everywhere I wanted to go. When I needed to go somewhere further than I could walk I had to wait, and be dependent on others until they could take me where I wanted to go. These circumstances gave me a lot of time to think about my life and what I wanted to do, what my future would be, what the meaning of all I had been through, and what I was going through now might be about. Was there a meaning? Could there be a meaning made out of this situation? The fact that I was doing so much walking gave birth to the idea of taking a walk, a long walk. This would be a walk I decided I wanted to take. I decided I would walk and tell people about my own personal story. I thought that by doing this it would shine a light on a subject that I knew didn’t have a lot of light, and that it perhaps could be inspirational to people going through the dark times I had known first handedly, and that I would be able to raise funds for a cause that was extremely personal to me. This walk would give me a sense of power in what was feeling like a power sapping event on my continuing illness road. I wanted a way to turn the bad into good. I wanted a way to look at what had been at times for me, very sad, or totally enervating. I wanted to turn my experience (as best as I was able to anyway), into one that was positive. I believe that most people are not all that aware of brain tumors unless they themselves have been personally affected by brain tumors. My feeling was that once people were made more aware, they of course would want to donate to the cause. Right?
When I thought about where I would walk, I didn’t have to think long…well, that’s not entirely true, I wanted to walk from my house to Mass General Hospital because this would of course be emotionally significant to me, but it’s 250 miles (no short walk). In my mind, it would be a way of putting a powerful sense of positivity on the same trip I made every week for seven weeks when I went to Francis H. Burr Proton Center in Boston at that same Hospital. It’s not that the outcome of my treatment at that hospital wasn’t positive-it was. It was the fact that I had to go then, and was filled with anxiety about the effects and the outcome. I knew with every passing week that while I was battling the tumor in my skull, I would not have any idea what success was achieved for months. I knew this-I knew that I felt sicker every week, and that my hair was falling out. On this trip that I would be planning to take from my house to Boston, I would be the decider. I would leave knowing that the radiation had worked, that I was stronger, and that I was going because I chose to go. I could decide when and how, and not only that, I could talk to people and let them know that the outcome of patients with brain tumors could be positive, that we’re out here. I would tell people that there needs to be more research and funding, so there can be even more survivors out there. So that’s how the baby steps started stepping.
I never imagined back two years ago when I thought of this idea, all of what I would have been through since that day. I’m driving now, which is good. I’m training to walk ten miles a day, which will when divided over the total mileage it takes to get to Boston, and a few down days for rest in between my “walking days” will take me a month. I’ll leave on October 1st, and I plan on arriving in Boston on November 1st.
After I decided to do the walk, a friend of mine and I came up with what we thought was a fantastic idea, and that was to include schools in this walk. I would walk and stop at the various schools along the walking route, which we decided would be the Boston Post Road. The Boston Post Road according to Google Maps has the best walking route. It has the most sidewalks, and what looks like from the satellite to be the flattest terrain. I would talk to the kids at these schools about brain tumors, the fact that it’s the number two cause of deaths in kids under the age of 20. I would among other factoids, also mention that we all should wear headsets because there is more and more information that indicates the strong connection between brain tumors and cell phones. I would also stress that non-cancerous brain tumors can be as deadly and life altering as cancerous ones, and that in order to make more medical progress-there needs to be more research, and of course more funding. The kids would donate if they felt they could, if not they would just walk a mile with me along my walking route. If they couldn’t walk along the route for school security reasons, they would walk with me on their school property. These things would all be worked out with the schools. The mile walk on campus was meant more as a symbol of support for the cause. I would say goodbye after the walk and or talk, and walk on. Great, right? Well, what I’ve learned about certain schools and the bureaucracy of schools, of people, of neighborhoods, of fundraising, of healthcare, and of non-profits since starting Brain Matters and Walking Miles 4 Brain Matters has been formed, has been incredible. It’s a documentary in itself. I thought this walk would be about what I would be able to teach other people; little did I know how much I would be learning. Who could have imagined the maze? I have made progress; I just am quite surprised by the lack of “help”, by whom I thought would have been natural helpers. The school year has ended, and there is still the start of next year to accomplish things, but the amount of time it takes to do things, has proven to me mind-boggling. We have schools that are participating, some for the walk, others just for the talk, and then I’ll walk onward, I’m fine with this, because it still gets the word out, what it does effect is Brain Matters’ ability to raise the funds we were hoping to raise, not only to make the walk, but to film the walk…but the beat goes on.
The biggest disappointment remains my home town school, but we’re still working on that, they can’t commit to getting the students involved; the school running track may be an issue because it’s new. If we can’t walk there, where can we walk? Who we need to talk to has been confusing, the amount of support has been limited. The funny thing, although not so funny, is that if asked the school, I’m sure they would say they’ve been very helpful, they’ve met with me, they will get their charity clubs involved at the beginning of the year, but they can’t effect the school calendar, the schools rules, the timing and the system. That’s true, it’s all the people that need to be talked to, to make something happen, that keeps the something that could be really good, from really happening. This isn’t Washington D.C afterall, this is Port Washington. The other thing is that Brain Matters is a new charity, we’re not the Cancer Society or ALS, and that doesn’t get us instantly into the VIP room. We’re the little engine that could, or trying to be. My experience has been that public schools have been more difficult to work with to arrange and create fundraisers; it has not been the same with private schools, not as many rules…it’s different. I’ve also learned a lot about people, both good and not so good. Some people say they’re going to do, and do. Some just say they’re going to do and don’t. It’s sad when you believe that people who say that they’re going to do and then they don’t, because I need to both believe from a position of hope (it’s what has gotten me through some of my hardest times), and also because I just need so badly what people say they’re going to do. It’s not easy needing things so badly. Whatever it is that someone says they’re going to help with (it could be as small as picking something up from a certain location that is needed for something), we need that help. A person may be offering money, maybe it’s time, or maybe it’s connections to other people with money and time. I’ve learned about funding, about myself, my energy (what I have, what I’ve lost due to health, and perhaps age), my tenacity (no, I haven’t learned as much there, I knew I had that). I suppose that I was naïve in thinking that because Brain Matters is a non-profit, and such a good cause, that people would naturally feel compelled to donate. It’s not the case. Say it ain’t so! I’m so appreciative to those that have either donated their time or money, some people have donated both their time and money, but then there are those that haven’t. Those people have really surprised, and for lack of a better word…disappointed me. I of course remain hopeful that they will support Brain Matters in the future. So on the days that I’m wiped out, wiped out because I’ve worked as many hours in a day as I’m capable of working, and I wonder if I’ll be able to raise enough funds to make this walk happen…I just think…I have to walk. I have to walk because this is so much more to me than a walk! I don’t know if I’ve explained it well enough. I hope so, but I don’t even know if it’s possible. Love to all of you that have gotten me this far. Please check out the interview on Patch.com about the Brain Matters walk http://portwashington.patch.com/articles/port-washington-brain-tumor-survivor-founds-brain-matters-awareness-foundation
Thursday, June 9, 2011
The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same
Yesterday I met someone that I hadn’t seen or talked to in over twenty years….that’s a lot of years. I’ve seen people before, that I hadn’t seen in an equally long period of time and they’d changed-that’s to be expected I think. The years from mid to late twenties through to mid to late forties are big-changing years for just regular reasons, then add to that the fact that as a world and a country we have been fraught with change…how can a person not be effected by all that has gone on? Some of the regular life changing events that I can think of off hand might be getting married, having children, buying a house, getting divorced, maybe our parents dying, these things might change a person, it might change our personalities a bit. We grow up…we’re not exactly the same…most of us. Many people that I knew twenty years ago, I still know today and we’ve gone threw changes, some more than others, but we’ve changed. At our core we may be the same, our sense of humor, maybe, maybe our politics, but we’re no longer in our twenties, nor would we want to be.
The person I met yesterday was the same, same as he ever was; this was fascinating to me. He was still single, never married, no kids, was making a successful living. We only met for an hour, but to me he seemed totally focused on himself…as always, as though he was still in his mid-twenties. This was both depressing and comforting. The only thing that seemed different was that he was bald, and he had been heading that way back twenty years ago, so not even that was a huge change. I’ve seen so much of the changing side of life, this was the “staying the same” side of life. Thank you, I guess.
The person I met yesterday was the same, same as he ever was; this was fascinating to me. He was still single, never married, no kids, was making a successful living. We only met for an hour, but to me he seemed totally focused on himself…as always, as though he was still in his mid-twenties. This was both depressing and comforting. The only thing that seemed different was that he was bald, and he had been heading that way back twenty years ago, so not even that was a huge change. I’ve seen so much of the changing side of life, this was the “staying the same” side of life. Thank you, I guess.
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