03-26-2013

There is no declared winner in a tickle fight - sometimes everyone wins.

Last night, there was a Mackall child pile on the couch.  Frank came around the corner to ask me a question, and Tommy, being on the end closest to Dad, leaned back as he reached out and said "poke."  Each time he did it, he giggled.  Frank, trying to talk to me, gets a grin on his face, leans over and tickles Tommy into hysterics.

Frank walks around the corner and Tommy is lying on his side breathing hard.

"Mom, that wasn't fair."

"Tommy, you started it!"  "Okay, I know,"  he says laughing.  He gets another grin on his face and yells out "Bye Dad" as Frank leaves for the gym.

It was one of those funny silly moments that happen that I could have just breezed through and forgotten, but I made it a point to remember the  look on both of their faces because it was so cute.  Sorry Frank, but sometimes you get to be called cute.  I am sure I will hear about it since he reads these now.

Which is a new transition phase for this blog.  As you know, when this started, Frank certainly was not reading anything that I posted, and even though he has been reading them more lately, he still was not engaged in the entire process of the website and Caring Bridge.  Sometimes I forget that the family that is directly involved in this reads this too.  Sometimes I get an outloud laugh in response to a post, or a questioning look, and a "Did that really happen?"

Respect of this process is something that I hold in high regard - the good, the bad, and the ugly have been posted in our life journey, and as I am sure you can imagine, I get emails on every side of each post.  I share because I have been given a voice for the others living similar journeys and sometimes, things are all roses and rainbows.  But many times are funny, and warm, and wondrous.

And those are the times that we focus on the most.

But the truth of the journey is what I strive for - the nitty gritty sometimes makes people uncomfortable, and makes them worry, or think about how hard it can be.  And that's okay.  Because it is very hard to live where we live, to live where many other families live.

The difference is that we do not dwell on those hard time, we try to actively work through them in the moment, instead of letting them linger.

So today, I hope that you dwell on the fun, the happy, and the amusing - and not dwell on the unhappy and hard.  Choices are what make the difference in our lives.

And I chose to be happy.

Today, Frank chooses to continue to work hard.  We have talked about the different exercise programs that he works through every week.  Running 5k's several days a week, lifting and hours of computer cognitive rehab programs continue to dominate his time.  Frank recently received the upgraded program from his exercise physiologist.  This program, reviewed every 3 months, is a group of deceptively simple tasks that push the envelope of balance and strength.  In the last 3 months,  Frank BP dropped, he lost 15 lbs, he dropped 8.8% BMI, and made anywhere from 8-164.3% gains in the activities that he completed.

Yep - 164.3%!  That my friends, is what dedication to recovery looks like.

 

One thought on “03-26-2013

  1. Barbara Evans

    Lisa: Your blog today about the tickling was very cute. It also brought me back to the blog of the other day when one of the kids said they hated their Dad. At first that sounds harsh but I took it as a good sign that he or she felt secure enough to express his or her feelings openly. That is something that I did not feel secure enough to do in my own family in my early years. Like you say we take the good with the bad every day but you are getting through it. Good for all of you.

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