Friday, January 15, 2016

A Woodworker Who I ADMIRE and RESPECT

Tommy MacDonald is a woodworker with a tremendous set of skills, plus his own TV show. Take a few minutes to listen to Tommy's story. It will inspire you and make you a stronger person inside.

My day of reflection.

I wrote about Tommy's story before and you can jump to read it here:

Breaking The Stigma, Thomas J. MacDonald

What If They Stop Using???

Annette on her blog wrote a good piece about patience on her blog. It's worth reading here, A Gift of Time.

It reminds me of my experience when our son entered recovery. Based on my learning through our experience change is not something reserved for our addicted children.

I've ask people before this rhetorical question, "If your son/daughter walked in one day and this was the day that they never used drugs again in their life are you ready? Do you know what to do to support them or are you going to be the same person you are today?"

What does it take to be a parent to a child entering recovery?

I'm not sure there is a laundry list I can write and then you check off the boxes as DONE. However. I can write about a few things I learned when my son entered recovery.

Patience is not one of my strengths. Patience is a critical virtue when dealing with a person in recovery. Many of them have been living a life of addiction for many years, this ship does not turn on a dime. They may stop using drugs on a single day but LIFE doesn't change that day just because they stop using drugs. We must learn a different type of patience. We must ALLOW them to learn.

Being a control freak has been a part of me for decades and I have lived six of them. We don't get to control their recovery because we know best. It's OK to exercise our own control issues but they have to be directed in the right direction, our self. I understand the urge, no the need we have to make things better. Better is support, not control.

Perfection is the goal of all us control freaks. We hate to admit it but personally we are not perfect. It's not fair to put perfection on someone in recovery.

Temper our expectations. True story, I once had a manager write on my performance appraisal at work, "Not everyone performs at Ron's level, not everyone has the ability perform at Ron's level. Ron needs to learn to set realistic expectations for his subordinates and himself." We must ALLOW them to learn about this new life at a pace they can accept and handle.

Support is very different for someone in recovery than it is for someone that is using. I often observed that our son began using as a teenager. When he stopped using he was a young adult. When he stopped using I often observed his decision making and maturity level more closely resembled a young teenager. Recognize what life is and do not try to live the life we believe should be. Support can be as basic a food, clothes and shelter. It can be as complicated as therapy, counseling or health and medical support.

Advice is best accepted when it is ask for. Open ended questions work better than statements. "It looks like you are struggling, how can I help?" "What are the things I can do that I don't know to know to do?" "How can we work on _______ together?" Most important, accept their answers.

There are a million other things that can come up day to day. Every one of them you argue with yourself. Should I or shouldn't I? Is this right or the wrong thing to do? Go back to the perfection paragraph and read it again. We will not be perfect. The goal is to be supportive.

This a journey both of you are taking. Both of you are now walking in the same direction, but do not forget that you are on different paths.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Grow In Our Knowledge, Grow In Our Life

When I look back to when we first discovered that drug addiction had entered our family we were dumbfounded and practically frozen in fear.

"What's the big deal, it's just a little pot. Boys will be boys", whispered by naive parents.

Suddenly a wake up call louder than any alarm clock on your nightstand. The phone rings, a strangers voice, someone from a local hospital, "Your son is in the emergency room, he was delivered to us unconsciousness and not breathing. You should come as soon as possible."

This was over 10 years ago but for me it seems like yesterday. Even writing this causes a tightness in my chest.

Back then we didn't know what to do. We got him into a rehab and we got ourselves into meetings. That's what you did, you searched out a NA meeting and you made sure your child went to meetings and we counted days. Terms like "enabling" "rock bottom" and "tough love" became common phrases in our vocabulary.  We lived the life but nothing changes. That's another one, "nothing changes if nothing changes."

Life got worse and worse no matter the number of meetings, rehabs, jail stints or anything else. And the meetings were not working for mom and dad either. At that time that was the only prescribed treatment by counselors, therapists and rehabs.

Mom and dad took a vacation. Before leaving dad bought another 4 books to read while laying on the beach while our son was at home shooting heroin into his veins. On the flight home I opened the fourth book to read. "Get Your Loved One Sober: Alternatives to Nagging, Pleading and Threatening" by Robert Meyers and Brenda Wolfe. On a 2.5 hour flight I did nothing but devour that book as if I was a starving man at a banquet.

Eureka, light bulbs began coming on for me. Addiction began to make sense. It was my problem, I am not saying NA and 12 steps were bad. I'm saying they didn't work for me. But, at the time that was the prevailing methodology and alternatives were not accepted. NA and AA had helped millions of people but it wasn't helping me or my family including my son.

After reading that book I began to try using the CRAFT (community re-inforcement and family training) methodology. My life got better but my son continued to remain an active addict.

Since that time so long ago CRAFT has become an accepted and in many areas a preferred methodology for the treatment of addiction particularly with young adults.

Dr. Jeff Foote and Carrie Wilkens further studied and scientifically tested the CRAFT methodologies. From their studies they wrote a book entitled, "Beyond Addiction."

I highly recommend both of these books for parents or loved ones of addicts.

The Partnership for Drugfree Kids endorses the CRAFT methodology. A few years ago I was ask along with 10 other parents from across the nation to come to New York and work with Jeff Foote to begin a charter program of parents helping other parents with CRAFT, the Parent Support Network. Due to the success of this program The Partnership has expanded the program and there are now parents trained in these methods located all over the nation. To contact someone about this call the Parent Helpline at The Partnership, 1-855-DRUGFREE.

As we all grow in our knowledge of addiction and treatments we grow in our own life. Just like in other areas of our life, if it works keep working it. If it's not working for you find something different that works for you. We are not all the same. The same thing will not work for every one of us.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015


In life, whatever task you take on as a person you need fuel. Sometimes it is a burger, other times it may be water or a soda. But there are tasks we do that physical fuel doesn't provide the energy it takes to continue a particularly arduous task. There is fuel that energizes the spirit.

Below is the fuel that keeps me going to schools and cutting myself wide open to expose everything it takes to love an addict.

A teacher sent me this email:

On the final test. My last question was what was your favorite thing about the class? A certain speaker, video, project, unit, etc… and you my friend are mentioned in at least 25-35% specifically you. Then another 25-35% put just all the guest speakers. Fact of the matter is YOU MADE A DIFFERENCE IN A LOT OF THESE KIDS LIVES HERE AT EAST!!!!! Can’t thank you enough for the service you do.

Happy Holidays!!!

Jerrod Ryherd
Health Instructor
SM East Head Baseball Coach

If you are a teacher or administrator at a school or any community group and would like me to share my story contact me and we can talk. My e-mail is:

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Paradigm Shift

Old joke when "paradigm" was THE word in business circles, when organizations wanted change there was always someone standing front and center shouting we need to shift our paradigm.

What's a paradigm? Twenty cents. (pair of dimes)

In reality a paradigm shift is when one thinks completely differently about an issue or subject that what has been expounded in the past.

I'm sure I am going to lose some readers and many may get angry but I am shifting my paradigm on addiction. Harm reduction has become a buzz phrase in today's recovery circles. When I was parenting an addict it was all about enabling and meetings. Today there are alternative methodologies. We no longer are a one size fits all group.

I am not advocating legalization of heroin or drugs. That is a step I cannot take or support. However, there needs to be some in between ground.

Borrowing from other countries I believe there should be Heroin Clinics in our country. It's about harm reduction. Annette wrote a very good piece about her experience being trained to administer Narcan. You should go to her blog and read Just For Today......

Too many of our children, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers and friends are dying from this epidemic of heroin. This is about keeping them alive long enough that maybe one day they can enter recovery.

I have come to believe that Heroin Clinics should be opened across the nation. Not to make heroin legal but to make it as safe as it can be made. Make these places a "safe place." Clean and sterile with clean needles, alcohol swabs and instruction on shooting safely. Have someone on staff trained on administering Narcan. Have someone there that can help guide an addict to recovery when they ask. It's about harm reduction.

When my son nearly died from a staff infection from shooting up and after 14 days in the hospital when he was released my daughter, a registered nurse, taught him and explained why alcohol swabs are needed and used before any injection. After that he made alcohol swabs a part of his "kit".

When I wrote about that I got many comments from readers about enabling and some even trashed my daughter that she was violating the oath of her profession.

At the time I was concerned about keeping my son alive. I had developed a philosophy, right or wrong that every single day thousands of addicts leave the world of active drug use never to return to that world. One of my jobs was to help keep my son alive until his day arrived.

ps.: There is life after heroin. Let's give more people the chance to experience it as my son has and as many others have.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Fight the Stigma, Talk to Your Kids

I have focused my efforts in battling the monster by educating its victims before the monster can attack.

It would be easy for me to shrug my shoulders and count my blessings that our son is clear and sober then go on with my life; addiction as a faint image in my rear view mirror. I guess that's not how I roll.

In the last couple weeks I have had some speaking engagements at high schools and a correctional facility. Actually, it's pretty simple, I stand in front of a group and spill my guts. Afterwards, there are some questions or comments and then I go back to a life or normalcy. Hoping I make an impression but never really knowing.

I received messages from teachers where I spoke.

Hi Ron,  Want to let you know I visited with my students this week about your presentation with them, and also your talk at the JOCO Detention Residential Center.  The kids think you are amazing to be able to tell your story.  Some comments were, "I was crying,"  "I was crying inside because my mom always tells me she see me as a 5 year-old playing with my dolls," "He is amazing because he didn't sugar coat it,"  "He told the truth,"  "It's scary to think it can happen to anyone,"  "He definitely needs to keep talking with students,"  "He made a difference with me,"  Next time we meet I will ask them if they talked with their parents or mentioned your talk with anyone else.

Hey coach. *******  here. I just want to take a little of my time to genuinely thank you. I really truly appreciate you bringing in someone to talk about drug addiction. I will be 6 month clean christmas, and i think its a really important, passionate topic. I really liked what you said, and when you told the class how " its a choice to START drugs, but once you're into your ""addiction"", it is no longer a choice. In Narcotics anonymous we have a very well know saying that goes a little something like this "one is too many, and a thousand is never enough".  I completely believe that is true. Im rambling at this point, but i really appreciate you being a teacher, and being passionate about your job. I want to leak my life story summed up a little bit. age 12, i had my first joint. I didn't like it, and was peer pressured to do it, so i didn't do it again for two weeks. My older brother, 18 at the time, found out, and pulled out some pot and i smoked once again. Summer of 2012 was when i sparked my obsession with drugs. I smoked marijuana recreationally until 2013, and i started to use it for major depression, and anxiety. i like to think marijuana is a gateway drug. It was for me anyway. By 2013, i had started smoking on a daily basis, and drinking occasionally. By early 2014, i figured out what opiates were, and i thought i had loved them. "loved" them to the point where i would take them just to get through the day. The small drugs had now turned into alcohol, and opiates by this point, and things went downhill from there. The opiates i had been using had a non existent effect on be, and i discovered air duster. And this is where things changed. I had started huffing, and by this time it was october 2015. I was carried on with my addiction and drug curiosity,and ended up going overboard. I was in the shower on november 2rd 2014, and i will NEVER forget this day. O was huffing in the shower and heard banging and whatnot outside the door, and found out my brother and dad were fighting physically. I had jumped out of the shower naked, and onto my dads back, grabbed a WHOLE script of Xanax, got dressed, and left. I had taken the WHOLE bottle that night, and woke up two days later. I had overdosed. bad. AND blacked out. I went to the hospital that night, and ended up in the hospital for 14 days until i went to rehab in late november. I had went to rehab and got out thinking i was "Cured" Well little did i know there is NO cure for addiction. I had ended up moving in with my mom and started smoking pot again. I had enough and moved to my dads. I am now attending NA regularly (every night for 4 months and a few days"). I don't really know why i shared this all, but i was just really thankful that were informing this generation on drug use and the LONG
LASTING effects of it. Sorry if i wasted your time!
Thanks *******.

It's up to us. We are the ones that have battled the monster on its terms. No matter if we faced the monster attacking us directly or we joined the fight as a loved one battled. It remains our battle.

Join in removing the stigma of addiction. Stand up to the monster and stand tall among others. Tell your story. Talk to your kids and tell them the dangers and ways of the monster. 


Friday, November 6, 2015

The "Johnson County Resort" Talking to Adults

This afternoon I spoke to a group of adults at the Johnson County Detention Center. This was the first time I spoke at the detention center. This is the very same "Johnson County Resort" I have mentioned in the past that Alex spent many a night.

The group I spoke to was a group in what they call the Therapeutic Community. These are people confined in the residential center of the Corrections Department.

In the group there were men and women, young and older. The counselor said they have people in group between 18 and 55 years old. The common denominator was they all suffered from either addiction or alcoholism.

I was ask to speak to this group to share my experience being the loved one of an addict, a father.

I shared my son's experience as I experienced it. I shared the sleepless nights. I shared the tears Darlene and I shed. I shared the intense fear, anger and helplessness I/we felt. I didn't hold back, I said everything I know each of your would have said.

Most importantly from my perspective I shared Alex's success. Hopefully I left every person in the room a sense of, "I too can do that."

I felt they were shocked to hear my son experienced everything they were going through. They learned you can be locked up today and tomorrow you get to chart your own path.

So many of them listened intently. The regular counselor told me he watched as men and women wiped tears from their eyes and that is something you don't see here. Over and over men and women out loud in front of the group voiced their thanks for me telling my story. "Many former addicts come here and speak to us but this is the first time a parent has taken the time to come here. Thank you so much your story and letting us understand what our loved ones experience while we are going through this," said by a resident.  A statement like that gives this old man the chills.

I left them with a couple of Ronism's.

First of all, I explained that I refer to my son as "clear and sober." Often I hear it called clean and sober. If a person is now clean and sober then logic is, before while you were using that means you must be dirty and un-sober. No one in this room is dirty, you may have been under the influence of a mind altering substance but that doesn't make you dirty, it just makes you unclear headed. Today you are CLEAR AND SOBER.

Secondly, I BELIEVE IN YOU. Each of you has what it takes to do what it takes. You find what works for you, NA, AA, counseling or whatever works. If one thing doesn't work for YOU, then YOU find what works for YOU. When you were a child someone would grab your hand and drag you to what was good for you. It doesn't work that way now. You are grown up, it works differently today. There are hands outstretched to you. It's up to you now to grab that hand and ask for help. When you ask for it, when you want it, help is there. Grasp an outstretched helping hand.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Remove the Stigma, Nominate Someone

Nominate a White House Champion of Change for Advancing Prevention, Treatment, and Recovery

The White House is seeking your help to identify people who have made an extraordinary difference by advancing prevention, treatment and recovery.
Last week, the President traveled to West Virginia to host a community conversation with health care professionals, law enforcement officers, community leaders, individuals, and families affected by the epidemic of prescription drug abuse and heroin use. Prescription drug abuse and heroin use have taken a heartbreaking toll on too many Americans and their families, while straining law enforcement and treatment programs.
As part of last week’s event, the President announced federal, state, local and private sector efforts aimed at addressing the prescription drug abuse and heroin epidemic. These included commitments by more than 40 provider groups – representing doctors, dentists, advanced practice registered nurses, physician assistants, physical therapists and educators -- that more than 540,000 health care providers will complete opioid prescriber training in the next two years. In addition, CBS, ABC, the New York Times, Google, the National Basketball Association, Major League Baseball and other companies will donate millions of dollars in media space for PSAs about the risks of prescription drug misuse produced by the Partnership for Drug-Free Kids.You can see the full fact sheet here.
In addition to those who have made formal commitments, there are thousands of friends, family members, colleagues, and advocates working to prevent substance abuse, improve access to treatment and support recovery. This spring, the White House will honor these incredible individuals as Champions of Change to recognize their outstanding work on this incredibly important issue impacting communities across the country.
Please help us identify outstanding individuals who are working to address this epidemic in your community.

Friday, October 30, 2015

A Week of Highs and Lows

This is a difficult post to write. The difficult part is not about addiction, rather the lows. It will come at the end.

This last week I spoke at a high school. The teacher sent me feedback from the students. From the way to sounds I made quite an impact. All the classes said I should be talking to every class. More people need to hear the story. He also sent me info about a student that is now in recovery and will celebrate 6 months clear and sober on Christmas. This student told the teacher more people need to hear that it is a choice to start using drugs but addiction is not a choice. It is good when students validate the message. Makes it more real to their friends.

Another good story for me is that I am at the lake trying to winterize some things. On Wednesday I went up to a local restaurant/bar to have some dinner and watch the World Series game. (Let's Go Royals!) I was sitting next to a gentleman that was telling me about losing his grandson that lived with him to a drug overdose. He admitted he was struggling with the grief but also with the drug concept. He told me he was getting counseling. I shared my story with him.

Tonight, Friday, I went back to the same place. A waitress stopped me as soon as I walked in. She said she overheard us talking on Monday about addicted sons and told me she had a son that is an addict and is just now 90 days clear and sober. She cared enough about me to  invite me to a meeting some of the local mothers of addicts hold to talk about what they are experiencing. She said it is very informal and they don't know exactly what they are doing but it seems to help them if they meet and talk.

I told her that I wasn't a local but I would be happy to come to a meeting if I am in the area.

She said that they are just trying to help each other the best way they can and she wanted me to know their are others out there if I need help.

This gave me an opportunity to talk to her about the CRAFT model of support. I shared with her the books she needs, "Beyond Addiction" and "Get Your Loved One Sober". I also gave her one of my Partnership cards and I put my blog address on it. She said she is anxious to get online and learn more. I also gave her a couple of pointers. "Your son is in recovery, are you the same person/mom as you were when he was using?" We talked a minute about that and I related to her about the huge mistakes I made when my son first entered recovery, "I'm not perfect, so why do I expect y son in recovery to be perfect?" Her response was, "Oh my God I do that."

Next week I am scheduled to speak at another high school and I have been ask to speak to inmates at the Johnson County Detention Center.

The terrible low is we lost our dog today. Lexi was a Golden Retriever 12 years old. She was at the lake with me and today I accidentally ran over her in my truck. I rushed her to the hospital but she was too badly injured. We had her put to sleep to ease her pain and suffering. She could not get well. Tonight she is out of pain and her hips not longer ache. What pain she does not feel I feel inside my heart.

Goodbye my friend.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Time to Turn Another Page

Today is my last day on the job I have been working since January this year. It's time to move on. Not much to say but when your values do not match the values of your work it is time to turn the page. A couple of weeks ago I gave my notice and today a weight I choose to no longer carry was dropped from my shoulders

I don't know what the next chapter looks like right now but I know I do not yet want to retire. People have ask what I want to do next. Right now I want a couple weeks to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

An ideal job to me is to do something where I make people smile. The only thing I can figure out that fits a job description like that will send me to the store to buy a big soft red rubber nose.

In the mean time I have some speaking engagements and if anyone else wants me to speak my calendar is pretty open.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Just When You Think....

Lately it has been a whirlwind of life. Darlene is doing well but in three weeks she has her last surgery, final implants in the reconstruction. Not to be out done I needed a little sympathy, you know us men everything is a competition, I had knee surgery last week and we got to switch roles, Darlene became the caregiver.

Work has been crazy and we are trying to fit in as much time as possible at the lake before cold settles in over the midwest. Of course, trying to see those grandkids takes priority over all, even the surgeries and work. With all of this going on time is a premium.

Last post I wondered, "Where To From Here?" It doesn't take long to get answers to those questions we ask out loud.

Since that time I have been scheduled to speak at two Kansas City area high schools. Anyone that wants to hear my school talks, your are free to join me. Send me an e-mail and I will get you added as my guest. Of course, I always encourage the schools to invite parents to hear my talks to their students.

In addition, I have been ask to speak at the "Johnson County Resort", the same place Alex spent so much time incarcerated while he was actively dancing with the monster. I have been ask to convey a message of hope and that success does and can happen. Another positive is I am being allowed to recruit candidates within the residential program for employment at my work. In my view a solid job with a good steady salary is a must for any recovery program. I am able to offer that component. If we employers, succumb to the stigma of addiction we risk throwing away an entire generation of workers. Generalizations hurt us all.

It was hard, I went to the Johnson County Resort for the first time since we would visit or pick up Alex. Went for a meeting and I had to go to four different doors to get inside. The only door I knew to go to was inmate release door. Who knew, that's not how you get to the administrative offices, LOL. Guess maybe it was PTSD or something. It was hard at times speaking with the administrative staff. More than a couple times my voice cracked and I choked while I talked to the seven administrators.

It's been over five years since the monster actively stalked my family. I hate it that the monster is still destroying families all around me. I have come to realize that I am, and I want to continue to be a warrior in this battle.

Everyone, tell the monster I am not giving up the fight. I am the forever warrior. I will continue the fight any time I am called. This is a battle I must fight, this is a war WE will win.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Where To From Here?

I still look and read the blogs of my friends that continue to write. The stories continue, some with good news others not so good.

I haven't purposely ignored my blog but there isn't enough to write about that I feel is important enough for you to take your time to read. This blog was the most important piece in my recovery as the parent of an addict. I owe more than I can ever repay to all of you that read and commented.

Today Alex continues to be a good father and son.

Darlene has clear margins and is scheduled for her implant surgery in mid-October.

Darlene's health realigned my mindset. Always before my favorite word was "someday". "Someday we will........" Today my mindset is more like the way of "do the possible today, someday is not guaranteed." It was a very fast turnaround in my mind. I am a planner and goal setter. Three weeks after Darlene's mastectomy we went to the lake to look for a lake house. A lake house was always a "someday" thing. We went to look and that very weekend we bought a house at Lake of the Ozarks. Forty feet from the waters edge, two steps down and you're on the dock. Peace is only 2.5 hours away, door to door.

Water brings me peace. I guess it is in my genes. I have never done the genealogy thing but I do have a copy of a family tree that was passed down generation to generation. It's on very old onion skin type paper. The first entry on the tree is a Grover in 1804. He was from Maine and was a Captain of a ship, lost at sea. I've always said water in in my genes. I am the Captain of a 1993 Mastercraft Prostar 205, that's as far as I get. Sometimes I wonder about the stories behind those names on that tree. Maine to Ohio to Kansas is documented, soldiers in the Civil War are all on this piece of paper. However, this is not a piece of paper it is lives. These lives are me.

Back to my subject, "Where to from here?" I don't know what will become of my blog. I surely do not write as often and the subject matter is certainly not focused on drugs and addiction as it was.

I am not ready to give up this old friend. My essay's may be fewer but I am not abandoning anyone that reads. Feel free to continue to write and comment. I care for you all.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Dumb Kids Not Knowing How Dumb

Tomorrow, July 23 Darlene and I will celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. Darlene would not want me to mention her age so I won't but I was only 21 and she only two years younger when we got married in 1976. We were just dumb kids back then but we got lucky.

39 years is a long time. The have been joyous times and rough times when each of us have doubted if our life together would survive. I am sure that is the same with every marriage.

However no matter the circumstances there is no other person on Earth that I would rather have by my side. She is strong when I am weak. I can count on her through thick and thin. She does whatever has to be done no matter the circumstances.

A lesson learned by me through these years is that a partner is one of the most valuable things in life. I am the richest man in the world because I have the most valuable thing in life.

Happy Anniversary, Darlene.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Reality Show, Looking for Addicts in Recovery

I am posting below simply as a FYI.

I now nothing more about this than what you see. I am neither endorsing it nor sponsoring it. If there are those interested than feel free to do what you wish with the information.

Good afternoon, 
My name is Katie Aamoth, I am a Casting Producer working on a new addiction TV Show for a major network.  I am looking to get in contact with recovering addicts who could share their outlandish rockbottom stories that led them to seek recovery.  I am open to hearing from people who will anonymously tell their stories ultimately helping others who are currently battling addiction of their own.  I will be recording their audio only, and the show will anonymously recreate the stories.    

I am emailing you because I am seeking your help getting this information in the correct hands.  I have included a brief write up for our search below and would love to find a way for this word to get out to people who would want to tell their story and help those who need to seek recovery.   

Please let me know if any questions pop up.    

Katie Aamoth  
Casting Producer






Please email a brief audio recording covering the questions below. (Most smart phones have an option to record your voice.)  


* Must be over 18  
* Please try and keep to around ten minutes
* We are open to people recovering from all types of addictions 
* You will be required to fill out a release with your legal name and contact info, giving us permission to use your voice.  This paperwork is intended for internal use only. We will not broadcast your identity.   

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Back To Work We Go

On Thursday Darlene went back to work. Still sore, but the trouper she is, up at 5am because getting out of bed is much slower and getting dresser is much more of a chore.

She said she was greeted warmly with welcomes and hugs. Right now a big hug is not her favorite thing. At lunch I text her to see how she was doing and her comment was, "I miss my ice packs."

This next work week will only be four days and then a holiday.

Medically she is doing great. A week ago she went in for her first "fill". That is when they use a big needle and syringe to inject saline solution into her expander's. I didn't go with her, she had her sister for comfort. From what I hear it was not a pleasant experience. In fact I seem to recall her words were, "It hurt like hell."

Ever the efficiency expert with a wealth of ingenious ideas I wondered why they didn't just put a valve stem in them and I could use my air compressor to blow them up to whatever size I need.  LOL

There will be appointments each month until probably October for fills. Then she will have surgery were the expander's are removed and the implants are put in place.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day

On this Father's Day there are a lot of us that have lost our fathers, some long ago and some not so long ago. While we remember and miss our dad's let us not forget there are others with a hole in their heart.

There are many Father's that have lost their child.

As we remember and miss our fathers on this special day let us not forget the pain of those fathers that miss a child.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Life Goes On

Hello everyone, Darlene is doing wonderfully. It's just a matter of time and doctors now.

Alex is still plugging along and all the kids are moving forward.

For me it's not so good right now. Can't exactly talk about what's going on, family is great but every day I feel like a piece of my soul is taken from me. I will share when I can much later.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Doctors Thumb Through Papers

Is there anything more frightening than watching a doctor thumb through papers in your file?

Darlene went to the doctor yesterday. This time the OB/GYN surgeon. The doctor looks at her handiwork and then picks up her file.

Page and study, page and study, page and study and a longer pause.........

Darlene, the pathology report is all here and the reports are negative and you have clear margins in all remaining tissue. All we need to do is wait for your surgery to heal and begin reconstruction.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Bandages and Scars

Went to the doctor yesterday for the first time since surgery. Everything is progressing just as it should.

What's it like to peel away the bandages? It's a beautiful thing.

Not for the squeamish. This is what it is like for a husband that has been playing nurse and caretaker for a week.

An elastic bandage wraps twice around Darlene's chest. It holds a four layer gauze bandage against her skin. The elastic bandage has two pieces of Velcro on it to hold it to itself. As the elastic bandage is loosened it loses the support for the gauze bandage and it slips, but does not fall because it sticks to the scars. Unthreading the bandage through the drain tubes being careful pull or catch the tubing that enters her skin.

Tossing the elastic bandage aside I slowly lift away the gauze bandage. Little threads stick to the scar and stitches holding in the drain tubes. Carefully I pull them away trying to be gentle.

Exposed is two big thick scars across her chest. The scars are red, swollen and wrinkled. Darlene will not look in the mirror. From her side are tubes coming out of her body. Draining liquid from inside her into bulbs dangling from her side. We clip these to her necklace so that they do not drop and hurt her.

The breasts that provided life to our three children as babies are gone. Nothing left to resemble what once was.

What is there now is the most beautiful part of Darlene. What is left is pure. It is beautiful. Those scars touch her heart. They are physical evidence of the love she has for her family.

We are all the sum of our parts but we must never forget that if something goes away it is not a subtraction from the whole unless we allow it to be.

The sum is the whole. Everyday we get a chance build on the whole because the most important part of the whole is not the physical.

(I'd post a picture but Darlene does not want to go that far.)

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

On The Mend

I don't know the psychological effect a surgery like this has on a woman but it is clear for me to see the physical effects.

This is a painful surgery. Darlene takes her pain pills but also uses ice packs when it is bad. The day she came home from the hospital the pain was pretty bad.

The doctor said during discharge, "Don't go home and sit down in a chair or recliner, it is not good and you will be sorry. Go straight to bed and use pillows to prop yourself up to be comfortable." Just like my little rebellious and non-compliant wife, she came in and sat down in a chair. Getting up out of a soft leather chair after surgery is not as simple as it is when you still have a full uncut chest.

After about 40 minutes we got up. Now it is time to tackle 13 stairs up to the bedroom. "He didn't know I had stairs, he didn't know I had 13 stairs", was the refrain being uttered through the tears.

Stair one elicited a moan, stair two brought forth verbalization's of the pain, three saw tears on her cheeks, at six, "I can't do this, I can't", through the tears falling on her arms holding her chest.

Now this is not a good place to be, six back to the bottom or seven to the top.

That brave and strong girl grimaced and cried through the pain. To the top of the mountain she climbed. It might as well been Mount Everest, the summit was achieved.

That girl deserves a better nurse but she got what she got in me.

Our daughters have been coming over regularly and have been godsend for us both. It helps that Erica is a registered nurse.

Three days in bed only getting up to pee and shower. It's hard on me trying to help without hurting. Taking off bandages to shower and putting new bandages on without hurting her is hard. Every stuck thread of gauze on her wound hurts me.

Today has been a day that sitting in a chair beside the bed has been possible. Tomorrow she wants to try the stairs. Hopefully, thirteen down on day five will be easier than thirteen up on day one.

Otherwise I think things are going as well as can be expected. back to the doctor on Friday.