Stop and smell the roses

A week doesn’t have to be easy for it to leave a lasting impression.  It sometimes takes a difficult week to force you to stop and smell the roses, re-define what’s really important, and count your blessings. Jaime’s father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease early last year and has decided to undergo brain surgery  to implant a neurostimulation device in his brain which will alleviate – if not eliminate – several of the more difficult-to-deal-with symptoms of the disease.  After the first procedure 2 weeks ago, all seemed well.  When he returned for his follow-up procedure last week to connect the wires leading from his brain to the small, pacemaker-like device to be implanted in his chest, they found an infection and halted the procedure.  They closed him back up but now he must patiently wait to see if the antibiotics kill the infection, if they don’t – the device will be removed and we will have to start all over again. Meanwhile… during the almost daily trips to the hospital… Buddy, our 13 year old Labrador Retriever is a lack, fuzzy, juggernaut, that will do anything to sniff the backside of any 4-legged friend that passes by.  He means no harm and it’s actually a bit pathetic, as he’s old and wonky as a result of advanced hip dysplasia.  As usual, we called to him but he didn’t respond;  half pretending to be deaf, half genuinely deaf.  Moments later, we heard the dog’s owner flipping out as if a Dingo had gotten ahold of their baby.  When we got to Buddy, the English Bull Terrier had him by the jowls and his grip slipped just long enough for him to reattach to Buddy’s ear.  Contrary to popular belief and something I just, myself found out, Bull Terrier’s do not have a locking jaw, they just have a very firm grip.  This grip was so tight that when the owner kicked Buddy off his dog (yes, it happened), he tore off a piece of his ear about the size of an eye patch and it fell onto the asphalt.  We took Buddy to our vet immediately and they were able to stitch up his wound but not reattach the severed ear. Buddy will recover, and Don is being cared for by some of the finest doctor’s and nurses in the world. But this particularly tough week we have been reminded of how delicate the balance of life is.  I, for one, intend to walk away from this week with a heightened appreciation for every fleeting moment and stay focused on what’s truly important in my life.   There are some things that no procedure can fix…  

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