Monday, May 12, 2008
FWEW! I still remember how to post! Cool...
Ok, it's been weeks since I posted, and I was finally shamed into posting by my buddy Wanda, who left a comment on my sweet wife's blog
"I am so glad you are blogging!! Since Martys stopped writing you are my window to your family. Thank you for sharing your wisdom.
Wanda in Battle Creek."
Alright Wanda, this one's for you!
The following was a post that I had written a few weeks ago but didn't post;
Hair Club for men has been around a long time. Now they have Hair Club for kids
. If your child has lost hair, they will give them a toupee (sorry) “hair system” until they turn 18. I assume they think son #4 will pay big bucks after that to keep the hair piece.
Anyway, son #4 has 2 big bald spots on the back left side of his head. And, a week ago Saturday, he got new hair! Although the texture is a little course, the color looks great, and you can’t tell. (pics on my sweet wife's blog
The other day son #4 had an eye appointment. My sweet wife keeps coming back and saying that, “he’s getting a little better.” I’ve been told that because the tumor affect the optic nerve, that no improvement would ever occur. But they now have his ‘good’ eye at 20/80 (at a distance) and 20/40 (close up). This is awesome! (He still only has a little light perception in his ‘bad’ eye).
My eye glasses were getting old, and it’s been almost 2 years since I got new glasses. So I scheduled an appointment last week with the ophthalmologist at our clinic. (The one who original saw son #4’s optic nerve and said, “Um, I think there might be a problem...” which started us down the brain tumor path.) I wanted him to check my eyes, but I also wanted to talk to him about son #4’s eyes. He said that nerves don’t regenerate; but that the brain is a strange place and it can make new neuro-pathways that we can’t explain. My guess is that’s what’s going.
My sweet wife was walking down our dark street, hand in hand with son #4 last week. It was late, the moon bright, and it was a clear night. He looked up, and said, “Mom, what are those little white lights in the sky?”
This blew us away! And a full two and a half years after his initial operations... Wow, this is one special kid.
As a matter of fact, he’s one in 6.6 billion. Here’s why.
July ’07 World Population = 6.6 Billion
Male (50%) = 3.3 Billion
4th son (6.25%) = 206,250,000
Born as a Caulbearer (est. 1 in 80,000) = 2,578
Couple that with these brain tumor stats the 6.6 Billion who;
Had an intracranial glioma brain tumor (6/100,000)= 396,000
6% of those were ependymoma brain tumors = 23,760
36% of those were males = 8,554
40% of those were supratentorial = 3,222
30% of those were in children = 966
Out of the 2,578 and the 966, I can tell you for sure, there is only 1 boy like mine in the world.
Enjoy Today’s Issue
So, back to today. Monday May 12, 2008...
I have been busy. I busted my backside on my two classes, Business and Physiology. The Business class was 10 times more interesting than Physiology, but I worked hard enough to get an ‘A’ in both classes. I think next fall I’m going to try and match things up, get some direction, and see what I need to take in order to get a bachelors degree.
I’d like to get a business degree, because I’ve always thought about being a financial planner or something like that. I may be starting a little late in the game, but, who knows. It’s still good to learn something. Several times during the Business class we talked about our debt and mortgage crisis. I kept thinking of a talk given by Gordon B. Hinckley
in the fall of 1998. For some reason that talk stuck with me. This was where he talked about the 7 lean cows eating the 7 fat cows in Pharaoh’s dream. The talk stuck with me so much so, that I told myself I needed to get out of debt right then. I did it and have been debt free since. (ok, except for that mortgage thingy...) Anyway, it’s good advice. Read the talk if you haven’t already.
And, let’s see, Go Jazz!
Series tied 2-2.
Now, if we can just steal one on Wednesday...
But, to keep up with the Jones, make sure to check out my sweet wife’s blog
. She does a better job that I do anyway!
Oh, and one last thing. I’m convinced that son #4’s eyes are getting better, or at least he’s finding out how to use what he has. The other day he said, “Dad, I want to show you a trick!” I said, “sure”. He had me cover up his ‘good’ eye. With his bad eye, he looked to the extreme right and said hold up your fingers. I did and he guessed how many fingers I had up 3 out of 4 times. One wonders if he could always see out of that corner of his eye and is just discovering it, or if there is truly some optic nerve regeneration or some other miracle going on.
Either way, life is good!