Monday, April 28, 2008

Dear Nate Berkus

Dear Nate Berkus,

My friend Kim asked me to write about her cousin, Justin, and I even went to Justin’s house so that I could do a thorough job. Justin is a remarkable human being, as you are about to read. Kim submitted Justin’s story to Extreme Home Makeover, and, bless those people, they do wonderful work. But, Mr. Berkus, um, may I call you Nate? I hope so. But, Nate, I want you to read Justin’s story. I know it will touch your heart; how could it miss, your heart is so big. And I know that if you were to help Justin and his family, not only would you magically create a dream house that would also suit the special needs of Justin's family, but you would bring more love into that house than there already is, if that’s possible. Truth be told, they have love to spare, so you’d get some too.

Love, Cheri


Why Not?

Imagine this: You are an active, strong, and healthy sixteen-year-old young man. In fact, you’re a star athlete. On a year-round basis you participate in sports, track & field, soccer, football, and tennis. You have won trophies, tournaments, and championships. And then one day you are out for a run, and your left foot “flops” just a bit. You stumble. Then over the next six months you find that your left foot flops and drops more often than not. Soon you are in and out of doctors’ offices. Podiatrists. Neurologists. Orthopedists. You begin wearing a splint. By the age of 18, you can no longer run. No more sports. By the time you begin college, you must wear a leg brace all of the time. But there is no diagnosis either. No answers.

That is the beginning of the story of how a progressive disease began to claim Justin Skeesuck’s body, starting with one foot and relentlessly working its way to his other leg and then up his body and down his arms. But this is also the beginning of the story of how one man would not let a progressive disease claim his heart, mind, and spirit.

Justin underwent a myriad of medical tests over the years, biopsies, EMGs, MRIs, and the like. Over the years doctors have monitored his symptoms, performed tests, prescribed physical therapy, and administered various drug treatments. In college, Justin needed braces and canes. Finally, the braces and canes could no longer sustain Justin and he was forced to use a wheelchair, which he has not been able to leave since 2006.

Justin was eventually diagnosed with a form of Muscular Dystrophy called ALS (commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s disease). Doctors were stymied by Justin’s symptoms as the onset of ALS typically occurs in older adults. This makes Justin’s situation that much harder. Not only is the early onset of ALS in Justin’s case unusual, but so too is how Justin deals with the disease on a spiritual level. Justin attends support groups, but it is he who typically provides the support for others, others who are often twice his age. As a mentor to others with ALS, Justin tells them that he doesn’t ask “Why?” His life motto is: “Why not?” He says that ALS has taught him to live life to its fullest while responsibly living within his means. So while the wheelchair has made it harder for him to get out of the door, he has made the extra—and often incredible—effort to mentor others, be involved with church mission trips, participate in the April 2006 Stride & Ride, and be featured in a segment on the Jerry Lewis 2006 Muscular Dystrophy Association Telethon – all to help others. Justin's friends and family are rallied and poised to work again at the upcoming 2008 MDA Telethon.

While typical ALS patients are older and have raised their kids and retired from work, Justin and his wife, Kirsten, have two young sons to support, Jaden born in 2003, and Justin born in 2005. Justin is a self-employed graphic designer. Working mostly with computers, he has so far been able to support the family while operating his business from home. His desk and computer are in the family’s living room, where he can work and be part of his boys’ lives as much as possible. His home office is shared with two boys, toys, a dog, and the family television set. Kirsten is a nurse, and while they have had to put pride and privacy aside to rely on extended family to help with the care of the children in order for her to do so, she must work part time to maintain the health insurance that is crucial for Justin’s medical needs. As the ALS has recently progressed to claim all use of one of Justin’s arms, his ability to continue to work as a graphic designer grows weaker along with his body.

Now, imagine this: Justin’s wheelchair does not fit through the narrow hallways and doorways of his older home. So what breaks Justin’s heart the most? Is it that he was a star athlete and is now confined to a wheelchair? No. Is that he was a strong provider and is no longer able to support his family? No. Is it that he needs someone to carry him into his bathroom? No. What breaks Justin’s heart is that he cannot get into his young children’s bedroom to read them a story at night.

Justin’s family needs a small guesthouse on the back of the property they own in which extended family members can stay to help provide care for Justin and his children. Justin's wife must continue to work to support the family and provide essential medical insurance. Also, the small main home needs to be remodeled so that the narrow doors and hallways are widened to accommodate Justin’s wheelchair. A guesthouse and wider halls and doorways are solutions out of reach financially for Justin and his young family, but not out of the realm of possibility in this world. So as we think about two young boys, tucked in their beds at night wishing their daddy could still come into their rooms and read them a bedtime story, we must ask ourselves the question that is Justin’s motto: Why not?


Dear Blog This Mom! Readers,

If anyone out there has Nate Berkus’s email address, send him a link to this, okay? If not, a petition to the universe will suffice nicely.

Love, Cheri

P.S. If you want to link to this post on your blog so that your readers will know about Justin too, that would be rad.


Justin & Family

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Holy, Holy, Holy

Deb over at San Diego Momma has gussied up the bandwagon and beckons us to jump on for PROMPTuesday exercises. No, by exercise she does not mean that we have to do thirty minutes of cardio or strengthen our cores. It's a creative writing exercise, and anyone can do it. Now you might have noticed that today is Wednesday, and that means I'm late! So, Deb, I'll take a half-grade lower on the assignment or do detention after school, but hopefully you'll accept late entries. Life intervened yesterday, but here I am today, and I followed all the rules except it isn't Tuesday.

I like the first PROMPTuesday exercise! I was going to post a picture on my blog today of the shirt my husband wore to the gym this week, and Deb gave me a creative way to do it. Go peak at the fun everyone is having over there at the inaugural PROMPTuesday. Write your silly poem today and I'll see you after school in detention.


My husband the atheist dear
His views on God are clear
So why you might wonder doth he
Wear a shirt so holy, holy?

We can afford to buy a new tee
That one kinda embarrasses me
I’ll get something nice, I promise
“But I’m not big on change,” says Thomas

So into the washer it goes
Will it come out in one piece; who knows?
Perhaps today is its final day
The church-going wife doth pray

Monday, April 21, 2008

TheTitlesWouldHaveLookedLikeThis

Courtney spent last weekend with me. We ate dinner in a pub, went to the movies, and got in a little retail therapy shopping. At one point, Courtney was sitting nearby while I was reading mommy blogs The New York Times online.

Courtney [looking admiringly at my laptop]: “What do you use to keep your computer screen clean?”

Me: “Adam.”



The backstory: When I showed up in San Jose on Easter Sunday, I took out my MacBookPro and immediately felt that Adam (who is a geek has a deep appreciation for Mac computers) was disappointed in me. I think I caught a reproachful look before he graciously tucked it under a shake of his head and a smile. I deserved to feel ashamed of myself. My screen was flecked with either green tea or mineral water spots, or both. My touchpad mouse was kinda yucky from Gawd knows what. And, worst of all, there were flaxseeds in my keyboard from a granola-spilling incident, and the flaxseeds were causing my keys and spacebar to misbehave, which in turn was causing typos. The spacebar and letter “n” would not cooperate unless I gave them some meaningful foreplay. I had to press them just the right way or else everytigthatItypedlookedlikethis. Adam had some special liquids and cloths and tools and knowledge. He made my Mac all better. Adam's skillz extend beyond computers. The next day, he made me two poached eggs (with a drizzle of olive oil, salt, and fresh-ground pepper) and oatmeal (organic, steel-cut cooked with a bit of buttermilk). After breakfast, I scrubbed in before I touched my laptop. And in case Adam’s wondering, my Mac is still nice and clean, which is why Courtney asked about it.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

lauradidnot

laura looked so cute with her little wet head wrapped in pink terrycloth.
so i took a picture of her.
then i got an idea.
i cropped it in photoshop.
i liked it a lot.
i decided to share it.
so i uploaded it to my blog.
and then the strangest urge to use only lowercase letters came over me.

and then my head exploded. the end.



don't blame me. she started it.

Friday, April 18, 2008

By Request

When I posted about the smokin' hot shoes I bought to wear to Tom's office party, and later about the trials and tribulations I had with the multitude of products required to put me together, y'all asked me to post a picture of the end result.

Well . . . after nagging the crap out of asking Tom, he was able to locate the proper person at work to get a copy of the photo from the event. And here it is, uncensored as you requested . . .



P.S. As requested by readers who apparently have a foot fetish share my love for smokin' hot shoes, a close up:

Monday, April 14, 2008

In Which I'm Trish's Pimp

Because Blog This Mom! is pimping for Trish has your back, she's going to tell you where to get these darling duds for your kids . . .




And a little something for the baby . . .




And a little something for the man of the house . . .




And a little something for the blogger too!



Because I clearly don't understand the concept of being a proper pimp Blog This Mom! wants everyone to play and have fun, I'm going to hook you up with a shot at a freebie!






Actual Customer Testimonial:

After our moms forced us to take pictures in these shirts bought us these totally awesome shirts, our grade point averages went up to 4.0, we became captains of every sport team at school, we tied for first place in the National Spelling Bee, we were voted "Most Popular" and "Most Likely to Succeed" and "Cutest Couple" in our school yearbook, and we were granted early admission into our first choice of colleges.

~Laura and Henry,
Long-Time Satisfied Customers of the Mommy Blogger Shop


What are you waiting for? Let your fingers do the walking to the Mommy Blogger Shop now!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Pottery Barn Kids Ain't Got Nothin' On Us



Mom: "What are you doing?"

Laura: "Building a desk."

Mom: "Why do you need to build a desk when you already have one?"

Laura: "I need a desk in my room."

Mom: "Why?"

Laura: "To play school. Teachers need a desk. And I’m going to play school in my room."

Mom: "Oh."

Laura: "Will you help me?"

Mom: "I can’t build anything with my shoulder still in stitches."

Laura: "I don’t need help building. I need ideas. And since your brain is not in your shoulder, you can help me."

Mom: [eyes roll back and slam into my occipital lobe]

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Ketchup or Catsup?

I miss my blog and my blog friends. I have a lot of catch up to do. My Google Reader is busting its zipper and my keyboard has a forlorn look on its face. On the morning following shoulder surgery, under the influence of narcotics, I posted a brief account of my post-operative status. It was a misguided attempt at being all “I Am Woman Hear Me Roar” and stuff. My shoulder has hurt like the dickens ever since the initial anesthetic wore off, and particularly since Sunday when I stopped taking the aforementioned narcotics. I had to kick the drugs cold turkey because I couldn’t open the childproof cap my husband was secretly trying to off me by “forgetting” to write down when I’d taken the last one they made my stomach feel worse than my shoulder and I detest how my brain feels on drugs.



I could never be a rock star given my distaste for narcotics. Well, that, and the fact that I can’t sing or play an instrument.

Although I was blessed to attend the local pre-Bossy road trip planning event, I missed the actual Bossy visit because my family staged an intervention and checked me into rehab shoulder hurt real bad. I hope I didn't disappoint anyone by not showing up because I was supposed to bring my Vicodin to the potluck. I was really bummed to miss out because I have no friends in the real world this is a great group of women and I wanted to spend more time with them. Check out the fabulous accounts of the evening over at Jamie’s blog, Kate's blog, Jenn's blog, Deb's blog, and Aaryn’s blog. Gals, I meant what I said about hosting a pool party for our next big adventure – if you are ready to brave the ever-present danger lurking in the deep end.

Other than struggling with bottle caps and shoulder slings, things have been pretty slow at Blog This Mom! this week, so I will simply share the little laugh that Laura gave her dad and me as she was on her way to school yesterday. Laura’s teacher had just finished reading The Other Boleyn Girl, and I promised to loan her a couple more Phillipa Gregory books (I think they’re a hoot, btw), including this one:



When I handed this book to Laura to take to her teacher, Laura looked at the cover and said, “Oh, my teacher’s former name was Virgin, before she got married.”

Laura’s dad and I choked back a laugh and off they went to school. Then I emailed Laura’s teacher, and sure enough, although her maiden name wasn’t really Virgin, it was close, Visser. Laura’s teacher, the former Virgin Visser, had a good laugh too.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Look Ma, One Hand!

The shoulder surgery went well, or at least that's what Tom told me the doctor said. I was out cold for the post-op visit. It was an outpatient procedure, so I was home just before 8 PM last night, and the late hour was only because my surgery time was bumped to the afternoon. Because I couldn't have anything to eat or drink after midnight the night before, I had a mighty big caffeine headache by the time they took me in. Of course, I wasn't feeling that too much by the time they brought me out.

Although I had previously speculated that the staff the woman behind the curtain at Blog This Mom! would be on hiatus while the founder, president, CEO, CFO, and COO I'm down to one hand, it appears that I can in fact type with both hands! Mwah ha ha! It could be the Vicodin, but really, my post-op right shoulder doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the pre-op caffeine headache. It does hurt some, but not enough to keep me from reading and commenting at least, so I'm looking forward to spending some some quality time with OPBs (Other People's Blogs) in the next few days.

Anyway, I'm in a sling and rigged up to some sort of dominatrix costume Cold Therapy contraption. Meanwhile, until I decide whether or not to upload the digital video of my surgery to YouTube (seriously, the surgeon gave me one), I will leave you with a pre-op photo. The surgeon told me that he's never operated on the wrong extremity, but he asks all of his patients to mark the correct shoulder. So I did.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

My Left Hand

Christy Brown (1932-1981) was an Irish author, painter, and poet. Brown was born with cerebral palsy; he was believed to be mentally disabled and incapable of deliberate movement or speech. However, at the age of five Christy Brown snatched a piece of chalk from his sister and made a mark on the floor – with his left foot. Having broken through physical and communication barriers, his mother taught him the alphabet, eventually words, and then to read. Brown eventually went on to write an autobiography, My Left Foot. He later wrote a novel based upon his autobiography, Down All the Days, which received wide critical acclaim. Using his left foot, he painted, mostly with watercolor, published three volumes of poetry, and two more novels. Daniel Day-Lewis starred in the film version of My Left Foot, for which Lewis won an Oscar.

Because I don’t have any hope of being able to write with my left hand as well as Christy Brown could write with his left foot, Blog This Mom! will be on hiatus. Hopefully, it will be brief. I am having surgery on my right shoulder tomorrow. It has been giving me a lot of trouble in recent years, and pain has restricted my ability to do many of the things I like doing. So I’m getting it fixed, once and for all.

I’m guessing that my ability to post and comment will be limited while I’m hooked up to this doohickey:



And it might be best if I’m not out on the information superhighway while I’m stoned out of my mind on dolls taking the recommended dosage of this prescribed medication:



Here’s the wild part: My very hot qualified orthopedic surgeon will be handing me a digital movie of the surgery when I go home, so that I can watch it if I want. At this point, I’m not sure if I want to watch, but Laura and Tom have already bought popcorn and 3D glasses. So, Dear Readers, should I post the video of my surgery on YouTube and link it to my blog? Maybe not so much.



Anyway, wish me luck. And send out a shout, thought, prayer, petition, or whatever works for you. All forms of positive energy are accepted here.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

When Two or More Are Gathered in Her Name

The union of your spirits here
Has caused [her] to remain
For whenever two or more of you
Are gathered in [her] name
There is love, there is love.


Wedding Song (There Is Love)
Music & Lyrics By Noel Paul Stookey (Paul of Peter, Paul & Mary)

Some say that online relationships are a substitute for intimacy, for those who do not have friends in the “real world.” Gah! Bloggers know that our posts, comments, and photo sharing are a happy and creative addition to our “live” relationships. And for some bloggers, their online relationships turn into face-to-face debauchery friendships.

In anticipation of Bossy’s Excellent Road Trip stopover next week, local bloggers gathered to shamelessly eat, drink, ignore their children, gab nonstop, and stare into each other’s eyes with mutual love and admiration plan for Bossy’s visit.

Thanks to our Most Excellent Host, there was a comfortable place to gather, wonderful vegetarian food, tasty beverages, and bedrooms in the back filled with toys in which the kids could be stashed and kept out of the way a welcoming environment for the children.




What happens at blogging parties, stays at blogging parties, unless there are bloggers there. Make no mistake about it, this was an evening of girl love.




"Someone" admitted to having a girl crush on this woman.




Laura and The Girl instantly developed girl crushes on each other. They're MFEO.






Laura and The Girl got married, bought a house, furnished it with a queen-sized bed, and had three children. Just like her mother, Laura takes her computer to bed.




Meanwhile, the bloggers hired a staff photographer to take a group picture. They are (L to R, back row = Aaryn and Deb; front row = Jenn, Cheri, Jamie, and Kate). In another example of slutty girl-on-girl action girl love, note that Cheri has her head between Aaryn’s legs is surrounded by wonderful women. *sigh*




They girl loved each other’s shoes.




They girl loved Ruby’s toes all over again, but this time live and in person.




There was a little of this.




And there was a little of that.




You can read about it and see some more pictures at katydidnot, and Juggling Life, and choosing my own . . ., and San Diego Momma, and aaryn belfer.


They are going to do it all again next week for a worthy cause.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

List Day Thirty-Two

April Fools!!!