It’s a Doctor’s Office – Not a Vaudeville Stage

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IMG_20151110_104104We waited a month for this visit.

In the grand scheme of “waiting for a specialist”  times that has ever been for us – a month isn’t bad.

Still. We waited a month. Worried over her shoulder, and what the doctor would say. Our geneticists suggestion of “Connective tissue disorder” ringing in our ears.

We worried.

Hoped for the best, expected the worst.

Wondered over whether there’d be an MRI. Or possible surgery.

Of all our fears we never once expected it to become what it was.

We never expected to be left wondering how a visit to a specialist would turn into a horrible vaudeville joke.

“It clicks when she does this.”

“Well, then don’t do that.”

~blink blink~

You would think I was exaggerating.

But I’m not.

None of our concerns were truly addressed.

We were dismissed with a prescription for therapy for “Scapular strengthening”. Told that she shouldn’t click her shoulder. And that was that.

No words about the connective tissue question.

He barely touched her shoulder, only tested her strength.

The geneticist spent more time on her shoulder than this doctor. He didn’t check to see if her arm dislocated like the referring doctor did.

An X-Ray.

A bad vaudeville joke (and he wasn’t even kidding).

And no answers.

Still.

I don’t even know where to go from here.

 

 

 


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


A Moment of Kindness

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It’s been a rough year, so I take every moment of joy and kindness with a little extra heart these days.

A few weeks ago an innocent conversation at work turned into one of my favorite stories ever.

An older gentleman came to my window to transact his bank business. We made the common small talk, but then he took notice of my necklace. It’s nothing elaborate, just a moon-wrapped pentacle pendant–that I wear simultaneously with a Mickey Mouse pendant.

He paused in our conversation and said, “Your necklace reminds me of a book series I just read. It was very good, I enjoyed it a lot. Now what was it?”

IMG_20160505_095238As he pondered, I finished his transaction.

Then he had his epiphany. “Oh, yes! The Hunger Games! Have you read it? It’s really good.”

Call me sexist and ageist, but I was surprised when he announced he’d just read a YA series…but I brushed off my non-PC moment and smiled. I nodded and replied. “Oh yes, I have heard of it, many of my friends have read it, but I haven’t read them myself yet.”

“Oh, you should! I tell you what–I’ll bring in my copies, and you read them.” At my initial protest he held up his hand. “No, really. The only thing I ask is that once you’ve read them, you pass them on to someone else to read. Books are meant to be shared.”

He left and I thought little about it again…until I got to work the next week, and the whole series was awaiting me in my station.

So now, I’ve moved these to the top of my list…because such a gesture must be met with enthusiasm.

And thus, I am now (finally?) reading The Hunger Games.

 


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.


On Stage Again – Knocking Out That 45X45 List

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I turn 40 in about a month.

I’ve been blessed in the past couple of years to be able to unintentionally fulfill a few items on my 45 X 45 list, and have my sites on a few more in the next couple of years.

However, this past fall-into-winter, I stumbled into a role in the local community theater.

One of my customers at the bank was the producer and urged me to audition.

It was A Charlie Brown Christmas, so of course I did.

IMG_20151205_184133Say hello to Violet Grey.

Also in the cast was Shermy (my hubby, Erik), and a couple of Woodstocks (Kennedy & Molly)…and backstage you could find Denver helping out.

For two months we rehearsed.

Sang.

Roller skated!!!

I had forgotten how much I loved doing theater.

Plenty of excuses not to.

This turned into a family affair and was the perfect way to dip my toe back into the theater pool.

More auditions are planned (this month! Eek!).

Though my available time has waned in recent months, that theater bug has re-seated itself into my blood.

This was about more than knocking another item off of my bucket list.

It was like coming home.

I won’t go all crazy 4-shows-a-year-so-I’m-never-home again.

But I won’t go too far away from home again.

This time, though, it’ll be just me.


by Sarah Cass

Multi-published author. Mom of 3 special needs kids. Wife to 1 good man.
Redefining Perfect every day.