I'm very busy raising an eight year old grandson who has cerebral palsy and is blind in one eye.
I'm editing several novels and have completed two illustrated poetry books. Currently I'm looking for interested publishers.
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Newsletter Dated: 7/25/2003 10:39:36 AM
Subject: Sandy's Chatterbox
We are already packing, our reservations have been confirmed for Sunday and Monday night at a hotel near the Casey Eye Institute. Doogie must be at the hospital by 6:30 Monday morning (Portland is four hours away which is why we leave Sunday morning--a little time to shop that day). The oil is supposed to be removed on Monday "IF" the retina in his right eye is still attached. If it isn't, they will again attempt to attach it.
I guess the scary part is that, although we agree on the need for trying to restore Doogie's vision, Al refuses to sign the papers for the surgery . . . just in case something goes wrong. So~I always sign and then try to write or draw during the waiting while Al paces back and forth. I put Doogie in God's hands . . . there's nothing I can do to help during the surgery.
We will not be returning home until at least Tuesday evening. Doogie has a follow-up appt. the morning following the surgery.
Doogie trusts us to make the right decisions and God to watch over him. He is in great spirits, playing as usual and we've been playing 'tent' (a sheet spread over furniture) plus I've been reading to him. He also loves the stories I make up about Doogie and Eddie (the meanest boy in town!) :)! They are hilarious!
Words sometimes fail to say what I want to convey so I've 'borrowed' the following writing.
I WISH YOU ENOUGH
author unknown (I did not write this)
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together. They had announced her departure and standing near the security gate, they hugged and he said, " I love you. I wish you enough."
She said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy."
They kissed and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked.
"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, the next trip back would be for my funeral, " he said.
"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I wish you enough." May I ask what that means?"
He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more. "When we said 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them," he continued and then turning toward me he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye." He then began to sob and walked away.
My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!
I'm sure Doogie will be fine with all the prayers for him enveloping him :)!
Al is already pacing and yelling a storm. I wish he could find some comfort but he won't allow me near :)! He thinks I'm so smug when everything is so 'screwy' but, then, we've led different lives. Screwy is probably more like most of my life has been :); they always say opposites attract :)!
Be at peace, thank you for your prayers and know that laughter is one of my ways of dealing with things--it pays to be silly at times.
Love you all.