We are in the zone. Just made our final trek to Utah for the clinical trial appt. that we owed them. Several updates to share!
Anthony is healthy and looking great. Still squeezing in every nutritious, immune building, weight gaining piece of food and drink we can. Still stretching him and getting him in the pool. Being joy detectives and finding happy moments wherever we can, laughing a lot and talking about what he can expect. He knows he will wake up with a tube in his mouth and he needs to try to stay calm. We will get things off of him as soon we can. He’s being incredibly brave. He still tells everyone we see “he’s a bad-ass”. And now after trying out the arms last week and finding out there will be metal rods in his back, he’s also telling everyone he’s pretty much going to be like the terminator. His whole attitude is completely inspiring me through all this preparation; I don’t have much time to be anxious. I’m sure that time will come!
Another silver lining alert… people are amazing. Amazing. My dear friend/angel Melissa Forney has arranged a vigil on the day of the surgery. The surgery starts at 7:30 and since we are using 2 surgeons will hopefully be cut in half to 6 hours instead of 12. Therefore, she is holding a little power of prayer service at 9:30 am at Mountain View Presbyterian on Hayden in Scottsdale. This will give our family and friends something to do instead of sitting at the hospital feeling helpless. There are also about 10 ladies who have stepped up and are taking 30 minute prayer assignments where all they focus on is AC and our family. Even writing this right now brings tears to my eyes. Sometimes I wonder why it takes such craziness to remind us we are not alone. During these times, we have the privilege of witnessing these incredible examples of how much pure love there is in our community. It seems to me, the trick is to carry these examples in our hearts during dark times knowing by letting in this light, it guarantees to brings about that much needed balance.
Since from here on out there the updates are going to be more technical, I’m switching back to Anthony’s CaringBridge page:
www.caringbridge.com/visit/anthonycastle
The last time I wrote in there was in June of 2013. I was upset because I had to get a shower chair. Wow. Perspective is very powerful isn’t it?
One last thing….as most of you know, AC loves travel. And he loves postcards. If anyone from anywhere other than the Scottsdale/Phoenix area wants to add to the collection, I’m sure he would be very grateful. He will be at Phoenix Children’s Hospital starting February 13th for at least a week. If you want to send them out of that timeframe, message me and I’ll give you our address.
Anthony Castle
C/O Phoenix Children’s Hospital
1919 E. Thomas Rd
Phoenix, AZ 85016
Since this blog is about lessons from the trail, I will say today’s lesson is community. The same thing I learned in the canyon. While we can certainly try to do things alone, everything is richer when we do it together. Like the saying goes, “We may go faster alone, but we go farther together”. Thank you village. We are forever moved by the generosity and love. And even though I fancy myself as a writer, I’ve yet to find the words needed to convey our gratitude adequately. So for now, just know it’s in our hearts and not one thought or action expressed goes unnoticed or unappreciated. I can only promise I will continue to pay it forward for all the days to come.
Upcoming Adventure: Red Carpet Event for “Anthony’s Adventure” premier, March 31st @ Tempe Arts Center. Details to come!
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
30 Day FU DMD Challenge!
I’ve always loved projects. There is a beginning and an end and I get to feel accomplished when I reach it. It’s how I cope. It’s my way of doing what I can knowing the ultimate outcomes are actually seldom in my control but the steps to get there are. So it’s no surprise that I’m taking on these next 30 days before surgery, like a project.
It’s my little FU DMD 30 Day Challenge. We aren’t going to cower in the face of DMD. We are facing it head on. As I always say, DMD may get his body, but it will not get his soul or spirit. We may have to patch his body up from time to time but his spirit runs free in the hearts of everyone who loves him. And it runs way too fast for DMD to ever catch.
For the next 30 days we will focus on doing our best to get us ready: physically, mentally and spiritually. This blog is called “Lessons from the trail” to focus on the lessons, not just the adventures. One of those lessons, whether training for the canyon, 4 peaks or spinal surgery, is to take one day (sometimes one moment) at a time, put one foot in front of the other, and have some faith it will add up to the goal. It’s easy to dream the big dreams, but I have found in my experience the success of getting there is in the work of the little steps. It’s a subtle combination of seeing the big picture and believing you can make it, then filing that away and focusing on the how and the now.
The plan: Stretching, myofascial release, aqua therapy, getting gravity off the spine every two hours, superfoods for immunity for all of us, researching, gathering resources, ordering gear, hiring caregivers, strengthening ABS for safer lifting (uggh), meditating, reaching out telling friends and family what we will need, practicing the cough assist, getting AC’s weight up so there’s room to lose, resting, cleaning, organizing and picturing positive outcomes.
And most importantly of all, as our coach Tina taught us during the canyon, SMILING the whole time. I believe the “work” is great Zen practice for training ourselves to stay in the moment and ride it out. The work is the mediation and in it you get to exchange the self-pity for the joy of the moment.... or in tough moments, the lesson.
We’ll see how it goes. I don’t want to make being positive sound easy. It’s not. But this my way of moving through the worry about what hasn’t happened yet and turning it into useful, memorable, special time that we will remember forever as being a time of beauty and love instead of fear and anxiety. I’ve learned this is a choice I have to make over and over; sometimes each day, sometimes each moment.
And when I feel invaded by doubt, I just take Anthony’s lead. He teaches me the truth: by being blessed enough to have been taught to approach challenges in the past with courage, openness and grace, nothing less going forward will feel acceptable. And if we did spend that time in fear and panic, we would do a disservice to all those who got us here.
It’s my little FU DMD 30 Day Challenge. We aren’t going to cower in the face of DMD. We are facing it head on. As I always say, DMD may get his body, but it will not get his soul or spirit. We may have to patch his body up from time to time but his spirit runs free in the hearts of everyone who loves him. And it runs way too fast for DMD to ever catch.
For the next 30 days we will focus on doing our best to get us ready: physically, mentally and spiritually. This blog is called “Lessons from the trail” to focus on the lessons, not just the adventures. One of those lessons, whether training for the canyon, 4 peaks or spinal surgery, is to take one day (sometimes one moment) at a time, put one foot in front of the other, and have some faith it will add up to the goal. It’s easy to dream the big dreams, but I have found in my experience the success of getting there is in the work of the little steps. It’s a subtle combination of seeing the big picture and believing you can make it, then filing that away and focusing on the how and the now.
The plan: Stretching, myofascial release, aqua therapy, getting gravity off the spine every two hours, superfoods for immunity for all of us, researching, gathering resources, ordering gear, hiring caregivers, strengthening ABS for safer lifting (uggh), meditating, reaching out telling friends and family what we will need, practicing the cough assist, getting AC’s weight up so there’s room to lose, resting, cleaning, organizing and picturing positive outcomes.
And most importantly of all, as our coach Tina taught us during the canyon, SMILING the whole time. I believe the “work” is great Zen practice for training ourselves to stay in the moment and ride it out. The work is the mediation and in it you get to exchange the self-pity for the joy of the moment.... or in tough moments, the lesson.
We’ll see how it goes. I don’t want to make being positive sound easy. It’s not. But this my way of moving through the worry about what hasn’t happened yet and turning it into useful, memorable, special time that we will remember forever as being a time of beauty and love instead of fear and anxiety. I’ve learned this is a choice I have to make over and over; sometimes each day, sometimes each moment.
And when I feel invaded by doubt, I just take Anthony’s lead. He teaches me the truth: by being blessed enough to have been taught to approach challenges in the past with courage, openness and grace, nothing less going forward will feel acceptable. And if we did spend that time in fear and panic, we would do a disservice to all those who got us here.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Sometimes life picks our next big adventure for us, one that just isn’t on our list
We have just signed up for our biggest mountain to climb yet. About three weeks ago, during a routine visit we found out that even though Anthony has just gone off his feet less than 6 months ago and has received aggressive care, he is one of the rare cases where his spine has curved to a dangerous degree virtually overnight. In DMD, due to the weakness in the back combined with our boys old peoples bone density, it is something you have to watch for vigilantly as it greatly impacts lung and heart function. When a spine becomes curved more than 25%, we typically start discussions regarding a surgery to correct it. When the spine reaches 50% it becomes a very dangerous decision and the odds of life threatening risks are greatly increased. We found out Anthony is at 40%.
After getting over the shock, horror, denial and anger…I began researching. I spent a week gathering resources and researching options. After much due diligence, just before the holidays we interviewed the lead surgeon that will be doing Anthony’s surgery…. Dr. Schrader @ Phoenix Children’s Hospital.
The risks are very intense and although we are very educated and aware, I think they are better left off. There is no denial, just a decision to avoid giving certain possibilities more power. We are however, taking every precaution and are putting together an all-star team. There will be two orthopedic surgeons working in tandem to get him off the table as fast as possible to minimize complications. There will be our trusted pulmonologist, Dr. Woodward, and his team, to get him off the ventilator as soon as we can after. There will be an amazing cardiologist Dr. Ellsworth on standby to monitor his heart the whole time. The surgery will take about 5 hours. He is expected to be in ICU for a few days if all goes well, in the hospital a week or so after that and then up to two months at home.
When we visited the Dr. I tried to get Antony to go for a ride with one of the staff and he said no. He wanted to hear. I tried to argue and he looked at me and DeeDee and said, I want to hear the questions and be in the discussions. The Dr. did a great job of being sensitive but he still listened to things no kid should ever have to hear and worry about. Later he said he was scared. I said, yes buddy. It’s pretty scary. But we are going to rock this like we do everything else. He asked “Mom can I say a bad word?” I said “Sure buddy.” He said, “yea… I’m kind of a bad ass”. Yes, AC you sure are. You are kind of a bad-ass.
And of course his first concern was hiking and traveling. I assured him that was our new focus, to get him back in that hiking chair as soon as we can (he has his sights set on Humphrey’s Peak in Flagstaff and Yosemite after that). The surgery is currently scheduled for March 11th however they are looking for a sooner date if possible. Although that’s a bit far out for my comfort, there is a lot of work we need to be doing from now until then to prep AC for the best possible outcome.
I could go on about how unfair this is….how terrified and pissed I am. But I know in my heart the truth. Life yields suffering. We all have it. It comes in many shapes and forms and for every person I know who hasn’t had this painful of a trial in their life; I know so many more that have. I don’t feel especially picked on by the universe nor do I necessarily think that God chose us for some reason. I simply feel it is what it is. We are going to be very challenged and we are going to grow because of it. And I think that there will be times much like on the trail where we just don’t think we can take another step. And then we will. And we will take another after that. Because that’s just what we do.
And in the end, there will be stories of fear, ugliness and hardship. But I think there will be even more of love: big, huge, break your heart wide-open kind of love. This may just be our finest hour. And when we look back at the path behind us, and we are on the other side, we will hopefully have some awe, faith and compassion in our hearts that wasn’t there before. But I guess we will see. I guess that’s why it’s called an adventure.
I will keep you updated. In the meantime, when you think of us, send us some light and love for a safe journey…. because it does help. We feel every bit of it. And as we learned in the Canyon, we can't do this alone.
After getting over the shock, horror, denial and anger…I began researching. I spent a week gathering resources and researching options. After much due diligence, just before the holidays we interviewed the lead surgeon that will be doing Anthony’s surgery…. Dr. Schrader @ Phoenix Children’s Hospital.
The risks are very intense and although we are very educated and aware, I think they are better left off. There is no denial, just a decision to avoid giving certain possibilities more power. We are however, taking every precaution and are putting together an all-star team. There will be two orthopedic surgeons working in tandem to get him off the table as fast as possible to minimize complications. There will be our trusted pulmonologist, Dr. Woodward, and his team, to get him off the ventilator as soon as we can after. There will be an amazing cardiologist Dr. Ellsworth on standby to monitor his heart the whole time. The surgery will take about 5 hours. He is expected to be in ICU for a few days if all goes well, in the hospital a week or so after that and then up to two months at home.
When we visited the Dr. I tried to get Antony to go for a ride with one of the staff and he said no. He wanted to hear. I tried to argue and he looked at me and DeeDee and said, I want to hear the questions and be in the discussions. The Dr. did a great job of being sensitive but he still listened to things no kid should ever have to hear and worry about. Later he said he was scared. I said, yes buddy. It’s pretty scary. But we are going to rock this like we do everything else. He asked “Mom can I say a bad word?” I said “Sure buddy.” He said, “yea… I’m kind of a bad ass”. Yes, AC you sure are. You are kind of a bad-ass.
And of course his first concern was hiking and traveling. I assured him that was our new focus, to get him back in that hiking chair as soon as we can (he has his sights set on Humphrey’s Peak in Flagstaff and Yosemite after that). The surgery is currently scheduled for March 11th however they are looking for a sooner date if possible. Although that’s a bit far out for my comfort, there is a lot of work we need to be doing from now until then to prep AC for the best possible outcome.
I could go on about how unfair this is….how terrified and pissed I am. But I know in my heart the truth. Life yields suffering. We all have it. It comes in many shapes and forms and for every person I know who hasn’t had this painful of a trial in their life; I know so many more that have. I don’t feel especially picked on by the universe nor do I necessarily think that God chose us for some reason. I simply feel it is what it is. We are going to be very challenged and we are going to grow because of it. And I think that there will be times much like on the trail where we just don’t think we can take another step. And then we will. And we will take another after that. Because that’s just what we do.
And in the end, there will be stories of fear, ugliness and hardship. But I think there will be even more of love: big, huge, break your heart wide-open kind of love. This may just be our finest hour. And when we look back at the path behind us, and we are on the other side, we will hopefully have some awe, faith and compassion in our hearts that wasn’t there before. But I guess we will see. I guess that’s why it’s called an adventure.
I will keep you updated. In the meantime, when you think of us, send us some light and love for a safe journey…. because it does help. We feel every bit of it. And as we learned in the Canyon, we can't do this alone.
Friday, November 14, 2014
Being Awake..... the night before.
Time to rock and roll!!!!! Emails out to the team. Check. 15 PB & J’s made. Check. Bags packed and gear organized. 20 oranges sliced and frozen, maps printed, contact lists sent out. Check. Check. Clothes laid out so we can dress and jump in the car while it’s still dark.
We love this!
The family’s eating carbs and chatting it up about all the logistics. Anthony is too excited to go to bed early but has to. Tomorrow will be just under 20 miles in hopefully less than 10 hours. I’m taking my therapeutic dose of motrin. Chris and DeeDee fixed up his chair. Love and joy fills the air tonight.
Once again, just like the canyon, what comes to mind is being present. Taking in every minute…. this is what it’s all about.
Life is precarious for everyone. We have to be vigilant and open to what it’s trying to tell us.
Many of the parents in our community live with one foot in their son’s grave. Understandably so, I have too. But Anthony has taught me that if I am living in the past pain of the diagnosis or the loss of my hopes and dreams of the way I thought it should go, or I’m living in fear of the future and what can happen next, then I’m NOT in reality.
And if I’m not in the reality of the present…..I might just miss the damn whole point.
Being awake is one of the greatest things I have gotten from this unexpected path. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring. Whatever it is…. I will be there. And better yet, I will be surrounded by lots of folks I adore who will be sharing those very same moments...feeling every step of the way.
We love this!
The family’s eating carbs and chatting it up about all the logistics. Anthony is too excited to go to bed early but has to. Tomorrow will be just under 20 miles in hopefully less than 10 hours. I’m taking my therapeutic dose of motrin. Chris and DeeDee fixed up his chair. Love and joy fills the air tonight.
Once again, just like the canyon, what comes to mind is being present. Taking in every minute…. this is what it’s all about.
Life is precarious for everyone. We have to be vigilant and open to what it’s trying to tell us.
Many of the parents in our community live with one foot in their son’s grave. Understandably so, I have too. But Anthony has taught me that if I am living in the past pain of the diagnosis or the loss of my hopes and dreams of the way I thought it should go, or I’m living in fear of the future and what can happen next, then I’m NOT in reality.
And if I’m not in the reality of the present…..I might just miss the damn whole point.
Being awake is one of the greatest things I have gotten from this unexpected path. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring. Whatever it is…. I will be there. And better yet, I will be surrounded by lots of folks I adore who will be sharing those very same moments...feeling every step of the way.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Cultivating Trust on Holbert Trail
Sunday we practiced Holbert trail which is the last and most technical of the 4 peaks for this coming Saturday. What an amazing day. I guess if I had to pick a lesson or theme for this experience, I would have to focus on trust. This trail is harder than anything we have ever carried him on. It’s all rocks and for a hiker more of a scrambling situation than a trail. It’s slippery and takes grace to navigate on foot let alone carrying my son in a chair. I had to trust. And more importantly, Anthony had to trust.
As always, taking my lead from my kid, I got comfortable in the hands of our volunteers. I watched as they discussed who would do what, who would watch for what and when it got tricky, what steps were coming up when. There was a lot of exposure. He will need a helmet. And there were some times where he held his body funny trying to compensate for the positions they had him in. We will have to address that with more foam on the chair and carefully placed straps.
All in all, it was a beautifully cohesive experience. Watching the synergy that developed with each step was really a sight to see. Once again, I was reminded that we are stronger as a village and when I hog the responsibility and gravity of the extra work, I rob others of an amazing opportunity to give and by proxy, receive.
Watching Anthony speak and advocate during the hike as to what he needed was awesome. Watching him trust others to meet his needs was a reassurance that I will always have support and so will he. And more importantly, that he will navigate getting that support himself.
My wish for him is that he learn to get all his needs met, physically, emotionally and spiritually. There is apparently no shortage of folks around him for him to connect to for any one of those areas. Although there is much in his life he can’t control, experiences like this hopefully bring home the message to him, there is just as much in his life that he does have power over and he needs to take it.
To paraphrase the poem Invictus, he is the master of his fate, he is the captain of his soul. That lesson applies to me as well. There are so many times I feel so helpless when it comes to our life so I too have the choice to accept the things I cannot change, and pray for the courage to change the things I can. Giving my son opportunities to build trust for others not only empowers him but also helps him learn to be the captain of his life…… and I’m beyond grateful for all those who help support that.
As always, taking my lead from my kid, I got comfortable in the hands of our volunteers. I watched as they discussed who would do what, who would watch for what and when it got tricky, what steps were coming up when. There was a lot of exposure. He will need a helmet. And there were some times where he held his body funny trying to compensate for the positions they had him in. We will have to address that with more foam on the chair and carefully placed straps.
All in all, it was a beautifully cohesive experience. Watching the synergy that developed with each step was really a sight to see. Once again, I was reminded that we are stronger as a village and when I hog the responsibility and gravity of the extra work, I rob others of an amazing opportunity to give and by proxy, receive.
Watching Anthony speak and advocate during the hike as to what he needed was awesome. Watching him trust others to meet his needs was a reassurance that I will always have support and so will he. And more importantly, that he will navigate getting that support himself.
My wish for him is that he learn to get all his needs met, physically, emotionally and spiritually. There is apparently no shortage of folks around him for him to connect to for any one of those areas. Although there is much in his life he can’t control, experiences like this hopefully bring home the message to him, there is just as much in his life that he does have power over and he needs to take it.
To paraphrase the poem Invictus, he is the master of his fate, he is the captain of his soul. That lesson applies to me as well. There are so many times I feel so helpless when it comes to our life so I too have the choice to accept the things I cannot change, and pray for the courage to change the things I can. Giving my son opportunities to build trust for others not only empowers him but also helps him learn to be the captain of his life…… and I’m beyond grateful for all those who help support that.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Phoenix Summit Challenge, November 15. YES, that's next week.....
A few weeks ago I was asking Anthony if he wanted to do the Four Peaks Summit in Arizona. It’s an event where folks climb either 4 or 7 peaks in one day. Well, they had added an “accessible 4 peaks” where handicapped folks can participate and instead of doing the regular trails one can do an accessible path in front of the peaks. Daring Adventures called to see if Anthony wanted to do it since he missed last year due to nasty weather.
We just returned from a big trip kayaking through Glen Canyon for three days and camping so I felt like it was ok if he didn’t want to do it. So here’s how it goes down… “Hey AC, do you want to try the Four Peaks this year? They have accessible trails in front of the peaks so you can just stay in your wheelchair and do a modified version of the race”. His reply, spoken through his usual huge smile: “No Mom. I want the real ones. I want to climb the real ones, the real way”. Well, so much for knocking it out in his chair, scoring the kool t-shirt, and calling it a day.
So I looked it up. Anthony has trained me to never say no to his adventures without first doing my due diligence. Yep, 4 peaks in one day. That’s 20 miles of hiking plus loading then the driving from peak to peak. And one of the trails is dangerous and almost impossible to imagine getting his hiking chair up it. But as tradition would have it, I honored his request and put it out there to all the amazing friends we have accumulated from the canyon. I was certain I would hear that we were crazy. We were asking too much.
Even though many of our closest friends are out of town, we still had 12 carriers step up right away, several of them new. We have swapped out Squaw Peak (the crazy hard one) for another one of the seven summits so he will still summit 4 and it will still total 20 miles that day. We had to promise Anthony he will see the top of Squaw peak another day. The search and rescue guys are already talking about some “caterpillar” thing they will do to get him up there. But that will be better tackled on a day where that’s the only one we do. That will be safer for all.
When we got together to practice last week for the first time that old familiar feeling was back and everyone was so excited. We climbed Shaw Butte. It was tough and there were some new Phoenix firefighters that joined us. Totally glorious day that infected all! This Sunday we will be out practicing Holbert trail. It’s pretty technical and will really help us determine how much Anthony will be able to take in one day. I have NO idea how we are going to pull this off so fast but I know we will. I just know it.
As our dear friend Tina said when she sent an email to all her hard-core hiker friends looking for volunteers…. “carrying Anthony will change your life”. I know I have certainly found that to be true, but then again, I am his Mom. Carrying him for me is a privilege of the highest kind.
We just returned from a big trip kayaking through Glen Canyon for three days and camping so I felt like it was ok if he didn’t want to do it. So here’s how it goes down… “Hey AC, do you want to try the Four Peaks this year? They have accessible trails in front of the peaks so you can just stay in your wheelchair and do a modified version of the race”. His reply, spoken through his usual huge smile: “No Mom. I want the real ones. I want to climb the real ones, the real way”. Well, so much for knocking it out in his chair, scoring the kool t-shirt, and calling it a day.
So I looked it up. Anthony has trained me to never say no to his adventures without first doing my due diligence. Yep, 4 peaks in one day. That’s 20 miles of hiking plus loading then the driving from peak to peak. And one of the trails is dangerous and almost impossible to imagine getting his hiking chair up it. But as tradition would have it, I honored his request and put it out there to all the amazing friends we have accumulated from the canyon. I was certain I would hear that we were crazy. We were asking too much.
Even though many of our closest friends are out of town, we still had 12 carriers step up right away, several of them new. We have swapped out Squaw Peak (the crazy hard one) for another one of the seven summits so he will still summit 4 and it will still total 20 miles that day. We had to promise Anthony he will see the top of Squaw peak another day. The search and rescue guys are already talking about some “caterpillar” thing they will do to get him up there. But that will be better tackled on a day where that’s the only one we do. That will be safer for all.
When we got together to practice last week for the first time that old familiar feeling was back and everyone was so excited. We climbed Shaw Butte. It was tough and there were some new Phoenix firefighters that joined us. Totally glorious day that infected all! This Sunday we will be out practicing Holbert trail. It’s pretty technical and will really help us determine how much Anthony will be able to take in one day. I have NO idea how we are going to pull this off so fast but I know we will. I just know it.
As our dear friend Tina said when she sent an email to all her hard-core hiker friends looking for volunteers…. “carrying Anthony will change your life”. I know I have certainly found that to be true, but then again, I am his Mom. Carrying him for me is a privilege of the highest kind.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Happy Birthday AC! September 15th, 2014
Birthdays in Duchenne have traditionally always been bittersweet for most parents I know. When our boys are diagnosed we are given an aggressive timeline of when they stop walking, when upper body becomes affected and when the heart and lungs will fail. So it’s no surprise that we associate every passing birthday with one more loud tick of the tick-tock that plays as the background music of our lives.
After the Grand Canyon adventure, Anthony stopped walking completely. Since May I have struggled to write a follow up piece. All my energy was being used to adjust to our new reality and I had nothing to give. I wanted to write what an enormous influence the trip had on me, the boys, our family and everyone involved. I wanted to thank so many people for what they did to help that dream come true…but I was at a loss for words. for months. until now.
I cycled through some grief making the transition with AC. It couldn’t be avoided. It’s a vital process and I’ve learned when it comes to pain, there is no way out except through. But with that said, the love and joy that boy emulates every day is SO loud; it easily drowns out that tick tock in the background as long as I let it. And today I believe we have, once again, come out the other side stronger.
Today Anthony turns 15. When he was little, I wouldn’t allow myself the luxury of daydreaming about the future. That was just too complicated of an undertaking. Today I can say I’m SO thankful I couldn’t. Because no matter how great and limitless those dreams would have been at that time, they would have fallen so very short of what we have today.
Never did I imagine in 15 brief years, my son would make such an indelible impact on not only my own heart but the heart of everyone who has spent time with him. He has taught gratitude, connection, humility, humor, courage and unparalleled passion for adventure. He’s taught several of us to show up in life in a way we never would have without knowing him. And he has taught me that it’s an emergency to be happy.
Since the Grand Canyon, Anthony is still touching lives and planning new experiences. And even in the space of becoming completely wheelchair bound (not to mention all the other new challenges that came with that change), he constantly carries with him a smile that he generously shares. Constantly.
When I asked what he wanted for his birthday this year, he gave me that gorgeous grin and said “I want a lovefest .” I know… that sounds scary… considering his age and all. I thought the same thing first time I heard it. But when I asked for clarification, I was told, “It’s a party where everyone who loves me, comes over and tells me.” That’s it. That’s all he wants for his birthday.
So lovefest it is!Feel free to come on over next Sunday if you want to join in. We will be here “celebrating everything until further notice”.
After the Grand Canyon adventure, Anthony stopped walking completely. Since May I have struggled to write a follow up piece. All my energy was being used to adjust to our new reality and I had nothing to give. I wanted to write what an enormous influence the trip had on me, the boys, our family and everyone involved. I wanted to thank so many people for what they did to help that dream come true…but I was at a loss for words. for months. until now.
I cycled through some grief making the transition with AC. It couldn’t be avoided. It’s a vital process and I’ve learned when it comes to pain, there is no way out except through. But with that said, the love and joy that boy emulates every day is SO loud; it easily drowns out that tick tock in the background as long as I let it. And today I believe we have, once again, come out the other side stronger.
Today Anthony turns 15. When he was little, I wouldn’t allow myself the luxury of daydreaming about the future. That was just too complicated of an undertaking. Today I can say I’m SO thankful I couldn’t. Because no matter how great and limitless those dreams would have been at that time, they would have fallen so very short of what we have today.
Never did I imagine in 15 brief years, my son would make such an indelible impact on not only my own heart but the heart of everyone who has spent time with him. He has taught gratitude, connection, humility, humor, courage and unparalleled passion for adventure. He’s taught several of us to show up in life in a way we never would have without knowing him. And he has taught me that it’s an emergency to be happy.
Since the Grand Canyon, Anthony is still touching lives and planning new experiences. And even in the space of becoming completely wheelchair bound (not to mention all the other new challenges that came with that change), he constantly carries with him a smile that he generously shares. Constantly.
When I asked what he wanted for his birthday this year, he gave me that gorgeous grin and said “I want a lovefest .” I know… that sounds scary… considering his age and all. I thought the same thing first time I heard it. But when I asked for clarification, I was told, “It’s a party where everyone who loves me, comes over and tells me.” That’s it. That’s all he wants for his birthday.
So lovefest it is!Feel free to come on over next Sunday if you want to join in. We will be here “celebrating everything until further notice”.
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