Goodbye Max and Morris. Our first family fish is dead. Belly up the morning before Ty's big MRI. I tried. I did. I googled his worrisome behavior yesterday and concluded that he was simply bored and depressed. I took the advice of other betta fish owners and put a mirror up for him to have a "friend". I planned on buying a plant for his tank today.
I find this a little amusing in my sick little head. Of course he's dead. Why wouldn't he be? Any other family can keep a Betta fish alive for years but not us! I hope you sense my sarcasm. I am not upset over this finding in the least. My son has cancer. THAT is the only "big deal" that I'm faced with every day.
In addition to the sacrificial loss of Max and Morris, our home was visited by a large bear two days ago. The bear wandered into our neighborhood - of all neighborhoods - and he selected only the Campbell family garbage can - of all garbage cans - and he feasted on our leftover sausage and peppers and whatever else he could get his paws on. Then he rested his big butt in my hostas, destroying a few of the plants, before running past Ty and Gavin's jungle gym into the woods behind my yard. Unbelievable, right? I am from Long Island. The thought of getting a tick terrifies me (and I'm not joking). Can you imagine how uneasy I feel about a bear running in my backyard? Yeah. I'm a little on edge over that, because that's where I need to be. Did I mention Ty's bi-monthly MRI is tomorrow?
Despite all of these little mishaps, I woke up feeling very alive and well. Ty slept great. He had a wonderful session with our at-home PT and it lifted my spirits yesterday. He was sitting up in a new chair she brought over and he was working his legs for the first time in a very long time. There was a lot of movement that I haven't seen in weeks. Minimal, but it's there. We can build on it and I'm excited for him. Seeing that was just what I needed to turn myself around (and all of your thoughtful messages certainly helped me feel better, too - thank you).
Here is my favorite picture from the past few days. Lou took this during Ty's last day of therapy at Blythedale. This kid is going to take a beautiful picture tomorrow. It is going to be all clear. Hope is ever present and always powerful. Thank you all for continuing to think of us and to pray for Ty.