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  It's been awhile since I've posted.  Justin's situation is hard to write about, but I know there are people who want to know what's going on with Justin, my son.  In truth, he is getting sicker and weaker.  For awhile,he made great progress, talking, eating, and getting back into his power wheelchair.   Then he started getting weaker.  His left lung became covered with secretions, and he needed surgery to scrape things out. Then a CT scan revealed more new spine fractures (total of 7).  After that, he just hasn't been able to get over the hump.  This week, Justin decided to discontinue the weaning from the ventilator.  He is on full breath support and can no longer use the voice valve to talk without dangerous oxygen drops.  Pain medication has been significantly increased to help him deal with the pain. It's a tough thing for a 23-year-old to confront one's mortality.  We will continue this journey with Justin to the end to the best of our abilities.  We
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Snowshoe Time


We’ve had a mostly brown winter–very little snow.   Today, Wisconsin’s normal winter returned with a fresh coat of several inches of snow, along with cold temperatures.  My wife Julia and I celebrated by taking a quick snowshoe walk around the marsh.  Brisk, but refreshing.


The last time I went snowshoeing on the marsh was a couple of weeks ago when my daughter was home.  Unfortunately, while we were on this same trail, Allie lost her iPhone, which was purchased from summer work savings.  Allie and I walked up and down the trail several times, hoping to find it on top of the snow. 

Later, Julia returned with a rake and went through about a half mile of trail, raking the snow without any luck.  A day after Allie returned to college, we got a call from Madison from a very honest stranger who found Allie’s phone on a day that the snow had partially melted. Rejecting any reward, he told us that he only hoped that if his own phone was lost someday, that someone would treat him with a similar kindness in returning the phone.

John Prine wrote a song called, “Some humans ain’t human.”  I can’t argue with that.  But, thankfully, good people help balance that out.



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