tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000267568708943345.post906168419306616902..comments2024-03-14T20:03:33.771+02:00Comments on I am a broken man/You can't break me: observationsEric Fischerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02471331868560587898noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000267568708943345.post-68723566280470551712012-12-06T08:48:35.274+02:002012-12-06T08:48:35.274+02:00Ann, in "les uns et les autres" Geneviev...Ann, in "les uns et les autres" Genevieve made a very interesting comment about what pains us and how it can consume us as well. Certainly in situations like I described I feel the full weight of responsibility and it feels as though that exact moment when you are trying to break a piece of hard plastic with your hands. You can feel that it won't give anymore and any further pressure applied will snap it. That's the feeling of the moment. The snapping of course isn't me breaking but rather instant not only when what I do can no longer affect my son's well being but when the serious, fast decline will start. When all the philosophizing in the world will be brought down to its knees. The moment is coming closer and I am finding myself ill prepared. Just as, a year ago, I went to see my mother off, to allow her to let go...This month is therefore, leading up to her one year anniversary, especially difficult.<br />But like the title of the post says, these are merely observations and you and I stand as looking through the glass of two passing trains. The fact that I know you understand, the fact that I know there are many others out there, overwhelmingly so, is indeed a worthy consolation, now and in the future. <br />How sweet it is to see my son oblivious to this process.Eric Fischerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02471331868560587898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000267568708943345.post-52864412446226309622012-12-06T02:06:41.311+02:002012-12-06T02:06:41.311+02:00Eric, it's difficult to know what to say to yo...Eric, it's difficult to know what to say to you after reading this post. I know you share Segev's story because his story and your journey need to be told and maybe there isn't anything you need (or expect) to hear in response to sharing his story. I hope it brings you some comfort to know that I read what your write, that your writing impacts me and that my heart hurts for all that you and Segev have to endure on a daily, hourly, and minute-by-minute basis. I'd say that I can't even imagine, but the fact is, I can. And that's why I read, I hurt and I care. Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834197308019791700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000267568708943345.post-24058894070367076822012-12-05T22:20:40.414+02:002012-12-05T22:20:40.414+02:00Holy mother of god!!! I can feel your angst in th...Holy mother of god!!! I can feel your angst in the U.S.A. We just went through a small, by comparison, bout with Adam with feeding, breathing and pooping issues simultaneously ... almost calm after 3 hours. I perpetually stand in awe at your instinct about what to do when necessary, and your ability to muster the inner reserves to do it. All, I can say is I stand in awe...I will send whatever positive energies I have and light white candles for a calm and speedy resolution to this crisis. After 14 years, I am still learning the communications of my son's body; somehow wife is a bit better. I'm learning...a lot!Phil Dzialohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04150881545903849250noreply@blogger.com