On that same river trip a very young lad developed an extremely very high temperature. Given our palms were all sore trying to beat the dirt-eatin out of his sister, his mom and dad decided to head down the hill to a hospital in Fresno. Upon arrival, he had a seizure. It’s probably best that he didn’t have a black and blue butt too. Kidding aside on all counts, pretty fricking terrifying. It turned out he was fine within a day, phew.
Fast-forward to present: we went to a combo Father’s day/birthday party a week ago, and a graduation party this past weekend. Looking at all friends of 40 years, great kids! I’m so proud of all them, their moms, dads and step-parents too. Every parent had direct influence on our kid’s characters. Kids? They’re all outstanding young adults!
In all seriousness from a gent by the name of Ad Cooper: “Being a father has been without a doubt by greatest source of achievement, pride, and inspiration. Fatherhood has taught me about unconditional love, reinforced the importance of giving back and taught me how to be a better person.” True that, mums too.
On chordoma: I miss the time when I didn't know what that was. While there are less than two dozen known cases in the same bloodline, I continue researching it so somehow I can tie it to Madison's mum... Madi would have wanted that :-)