As is customary with me, I avoid penning a new post when my thoughts resemble an inferno of infuriated little maggots whose intent and purpose is to destroy without mercy. Yes, I experience rantings in my head that would, by comparison, offend Howard Stern and canonize Marie Antoinette. Therefore I abstain; or should, at the least, do so (can’t promise to always make a good call, but I can promise to delete a bad call once made). Anyway, about this widgets business…
I have taken a few too many tutorials. I am bored to tears with the accented (British I believe-not that I mind the British accent, just taking ‘how to’ tours), navigational voice of the man attempting to lead my impatient mind. “Enough already”, I exclaim. “Can’t you merely tell me how to put a cotton-pickin’ photo up? Why do I have to put height and width? And what dimensions are you suggesting? Inches, centimeters, kilometers?” You can see, by the photo of Cole on the right that I have somehow figured out something. And I realize, that if I allow myself longer than 5 minutes to learn a new strategy I just might do that; learn. But even with all of the lessons of patience that my Lord G-d has me walking through, I still have not figured out how to BE a patient person. So widgets will wait and this blog will suffer. I do like Stacey’s suggestion that my brother Greg should come down to southern Cal and do this for me; but I’m sure his family would have issue with the immediacy of my need, or the need itself! I also love that Stacey called out my arrogance with Twitter and Facebook. Thanks Stace for pointing that out…I needed some more humility, you know, a broken finger, a son with cancer, a daughter with too much male attention, and a husband who is famous “where?”; I needed to be put back in my place. My place…not thinking that now that I am a domain name owner (bentrivka.com) I am something more grand than the facebook page of my daughter, sister, brother, and friend. But I secretly think I am (more grand that is), which is why I even bring it up. As I often say, “Just try to knock me off the pillar of self esteem upon which I stand. It is too high for most to reach!” WATCH OUT, THE MAGGOTS ARE LOOSE!!!! hahahaha
Ok, that bit above was purely self satisfying (Thank you “self” for humoring me some).
Onto serious affairs…Cole is doing ok. He begins a new regimen of physical therapy next week. He will be working with a woman who is intent on helping him walk without a walker. The setting is more, personal trainer gym-like, than rehab gym at the hospital. She says she is the interim stage before he can resume working out on his own at the local gym. He is quite excited to get started. I am also looking to sign him up in a yoga class, but am looking for someone (other than myself or Brian) to attend with him; to take the class alongside him and spot him should he need it. As we move into fall, it is unrealistic to consider that he will stick with aquatic therapy. He is sensitive to cold (well a lot of things really. He is adjusting to his new ‘body’ as best he can.), and being motivated to work out in a decent pool temp when the weather is less than decent is not realistic. That is where a yoga class would be beneficial. Right now, Cole is awaiting a venous filter removal; which is scheduled to happen next Thursday (his venous ultrasound is today). And then another MRI at the end of September. Other than that, we have applied for a camp session with First Descents. First Descents is an organization that offers a one week outdoor experience for young adults with cancer. I’m not sure Cole will be able to attend a session this fall, but he is hoping to attend a kayak session in late spring of next year.
Esther has enrolled in her local high school, San Juan Hills. She is also enrolled in a course at our local community college, Saddleback. The decision to move from independent study back to the traditional campus came as a result of a few factors. All in all, I believe it is not only a good move for her presently, but will be good for our family unit as well. Can you hear me crying out, “STRUCTURE?!”. Ok, when I say our family unit perhaps I mean myself. However, when “Mama” is happy, everyone is happy!
My finger is still broken, but is healing. No Surgery for me!!! And, I am currently typing with it without an ounce of pain. So onward and upward with that…it is just a bit deformed and odd looking. But those of you who know me know that my fingers always looked as if they were broken at sometime in my life (Stacey will concur).
…oh crud; I looked at the time and I need to get Cole up to the hospital for the ultrasound. Ciao for now.