Category: Bladder cancer

No need to excite

Results are already planned

Their name is “karma” .
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #149 Excite&Karma

Oh happy day!  I would put a dancing gif here, but I don’t have any idea how!  I am happier today than I’ve been in a long time, because:  My grandson’s MRI (because of his soccer related concussion), came back fine.  He can resume his favorite activity, drumming!  I am so grateful, if I could dance, I would.  Instead, a million hugs for him had to suffice!  We can relax until the next time, for there’s always another crisis around the corner, Murphy’s Law doesn’t stay away long.

https://rugby843.blog

“Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen was the song playing loudly as the crowd watched the soccer team members readying themselves for the tournament game. The high school spring season of soccer was short in this part of the country, limited by various wet snowstorms soaking the field. Never daunted rays of sunshine quickly dried the fields and slippery grass was the soccer cleats’ friend.  

None of the young student participants were scared to play and show their prowess in the field, no matter what the weather, or field conditions. Armed with the inexperience of youth, they tracked onto the game area with confidence.

The coaches, fully aware of the dangerous conditions were lead on by the officials, themselves also volunteers or low paid participants. The seemingly macho actions of these managers of young men and women’s physical lives tends to be overlooked for “the game”. This subject is a soccer game, but the same holds true for other youth sports. A more dangerous example is football, repeatedly injuring young bodies, without a single reproach from their eager parents.  

I was defeated when trying to find 2016 statistics of sport injuries in schools. In a recent personal event, a grandson suffered a concussion when heading a ball in a high school soccer game. He had a severe headache, and subsequently refereed three separate games. That evening, the headache and vision problems increased. The next morning he was getting ready to eat breakfast and suddenly collapsed with convulsions. A rush to the local hospital emergency room resulted in the diagnosis of a concussion. He was kept and later received an MRI, (magnetic resonance imaging) test. Today he received the results of this test. I am happy and very thankful that he is fine and can resume his favorite activity, playing the drums.

I personally feel we “lucked out” with this happening. Other children are not so fortunate. As parents and grandparents we need to be aware of symptoms, and discourage the use of techniques and practices that can harm our children. Over eager, sometimes only goal oriented, parents out for the win only, put their children in danger. The same holds true for the keepers of our children, as managers, coaches, and trainers.

http://secretkeeper.net/2017/05/15/weekly-writing-prompt-89/ 3-500 words

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Her dancing was fine
With dreams of success in mind
And hard work and pain
Developing ballet skills
Dance company draft achieved.

http://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/05/17/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-45-dreams-achieved/

She was unaware

Of her absolute allure

Giving her power

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 34 – POWER & ALLURE

Being an unreasonable child, he justified the reason for his dislike as their fault, not a reason of his behavior.

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2017/05/16/tuesdayuseitinasentence-%EF%BB%BF-reason/

He had been shifted around a bit. It wasn’t his actual fault, possibly his original parents fault? No one will ever truly know the real cause of this boy’s problems. He was “given away” when less than one year of age.

A family of perhaps well-doers decided to take the boy for their own, as they had previously decided with a few other children. Their original intention may have been under a certain fantasy that their home was a more desirable choice than a future without relatives. This might be one of the reasons for the boy’s current behavior, the lack of true love for an unwanted child.  

These “parents” took in different lonely children in their time, had family portraits decorating their home, showing how large and supposedly adoring they were.  Mementos all to be seen by the surrounding friends and neighborhood as the perfect family. Children came and went, seemingly unnoticed by the state officials as to their rubber band type of parenting. Instead of investigating the false love provided by this couple, they continued to place children with them.

This particular boy of the story was one of these unfortunate victims. The word victims used because at these tender ages, consistency and unconditional love is paramount in maintaining a stable environment. When the caring of this boy became difficult, the adults decided he was no longer welcome in their home. They asked the state to take him back. This was their usual behavior, and the lack of personnel or investigation or other circumstances caused the officials not to recognize this repeated behavior.

The same “loving adopting parents” had rejected a boy who was already placed in a new home. However as soon as it was family portrait time of year, he was yanked back into the original ” loving adopted family” — another rubber band for them. He was a teenager then and finally received a happy ending a few years later with his estranged biological mother. That was a completed cycle that ended up with the best conclusion for him. In the interim after his rejection by the above mentioned family, he was placed in a truly loving home, the new home.

The new home, being a welcoming, loving environment, was asked by the state to take the rejected four year old also, having already taken in the rejected teenager. They did, and it seemed everything would be fine. After two years, the what I refer to now as the fake family, wanted the now six year old back. Since he had not been officially adopted, the new family had no choice, but let him return. It seems incredible, but at the age of eight they gave him up again, this time for good. So two years on and off, this boy has been accepted, rejected, accepted and yet rejected again.  

The new home, with an actual loving family, was asked by the state to consider taking the now eight year old back permanently. The other children in the family said yes, and he was adopted by them. They were not taking a chance he would be bounced around again. 

You would like to think this was the happy ending for our first boy, taken in at less than a year old, finally finding the family he unknowingly wanted and deserved. But this is not a fairytale, and there is no magic potion that guarantees undying love and devotion for the downtrodden, unwanted, common children of this world. The story unfolds with no such pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. This boy is the example of, I believe, his original environment. The loving teachers at school, the understanding principal, the therapists, doctors, even special outside activities, all these helpers and concerned individuals he was lucky enough to encounter, did not change his behavior. Disciplinary action was actually enjoyed by him because it afforded him “individual attention” when he could try to make them believe his lies and receive sympathy.

Now, the result of this inefficient, incompetent, and unprofessional group of albeit overworked, underpaid state employees is a ten year old boy who is so mentally disturbed, he is unfit to remain in the new home. Being harmful in actual actions and mentally challenging to the infrastructure of their home, it was proved impossible. Unconditional love works for some of these damaged souls, but not all. 

The government systems that allow the previous story to go unchecked results in their “products” being mishandled and mentally damaged. Often, all the therapists, doctors, and medicines cannot change them and they end up not being able to live in regular society. Their minds contain no mercy, no compassion, and are incapable of loving their fellow man. Institutions are full of these individuals, unable to exist in the real world, some because of early trauma. Some behavior may be inherited from original parents and their behavior, genes, whatever you wish to name it. 

This boy will not be able to lead a normal life. At present he is secretive, devious, mean spirited, untrustworthy, dangerous, hurtful, and incapable of loving anything or anyone. Is this because of his first years and his environment? All of these facts will remain unclear, but the results are sad and disheartening. Adoption is a wonderful concept and the proof is out there. The stories you usually see are like this one, and serve to remind us of the problems of adoption.  

Behavior and discipline in public should not always be judged by appearances, just like everything else, this quote applies, from “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee.

“If you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it”. Atticus Finch.

Of course, his statement is the ideal. For some, life is not ideal. 

https://blogbattlers.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/blogbattle-19-may-16th-disobedience-entries-voting/

The wedding was supposed to be quick
But then their moms decided to pick
The date, the location, and even the food
It put both the bride and groom in a mood
Even the honeymoon plans were changed
Alas, everything was rearranged.
It was supposed to be a small celebration
But ended up a huge collaboration!

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/collaboration/

Getting this in late, but here it is!  https://ceenphotography.com is at it again, asking those questions…..I think her brain has an endless string of questions, and we’re all grateful for that.  Getting to know people here is part of the fun, so join in!

1.  I only speak English💂🏻‍♀️, and I am reminded daily that I speak ‘Mercian👩🏻‍🌾, not English! I wanted to learn Spanish which I could have used while working in Houston, especially, but just couldn’t seem to get it done.  I wanted to learn French👩🏻‍🎨 also, but I don’t think I’m capable of accomplishing the accents of those two languages.  Italian I might do well in?🤷🏽‍♀️

2.  Like Cee, most of my reading is done here with the blogs.  I just bought a copy of “The Book Thief” and am trying to read it with my ten year old granddaughter.  She’s already ahead of me!  At present I am watching “White Princess” on Starz.  I watched “The White Queen” and this is the sequel.  Those royals are vicious! And I thought GoT was bad!😂  I’ve been listening to Leonard Cohen, Paul Simon, and Jeff Gutt.  Eating?  Not much lately, but since my trip to the grocery, I have so much it’s hard to decide!  Last night a 🍐today ☕️, and then ChickFilA nuggets because we spent the day at the mall.

3.  Last phone photo I took was the same little granddaughter, dancing.💃🏻

4.  My favorite time of day is around eleven, after I’m up and about, sipping coffee and reading blogs.  I sleep late because of the schedules of surrounding neighbors.  It’s usually quiet between four and ten a.m.😳

I am grateful to have survived the day of shopping at the mall today, all day, with my nineteen year old granddaughter, who was shopping for “casual business attire” for leadership training for a  college ambassadorship.  Rules were strict so it took some doing!  Then the usual  accessories needed for the new clothes.  Exhausting trip, but fun overall. 😴

I am looking forward to Tuesday and hearing the MRI results which ARE going to say my 17.5 year old grandson is fine and healthy after last week’s scare.  🙃

http://ceenphotography.com/2017/05/15/share-your-world-may-15-2017/

WENT GROCERY SHOPPING! 

I now have food!!  Can’t do better than that……😂👍🏻💃🏻

https://amommasview.wordpress.com/2017/05/15/tell-me-something-good-57/