getnthinr
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I am hopelessly behind here -- though I will say I am tickled for Lynda's boy (my "baby" is a boy, and a child I had after they said I'd never be able to get pregnant again, so I think boys are terrific!) and Cam and Howard's son the singer/doctor.
I had a tough, sad weekend. I planned to do a 20-miler Saturday but was interrupted so many times by one member of the family or another (the primary hazard of doing long mileage on the treadmill) that I gave up shortly after 9 miles. Sunday I gave it another go, only to be stopped at just under 10 miles by a panicked call from my mom saying my dad had fallen and she could not help him up. I rushed to their house, but was not strong enough to help him stand either. Fortunately my older brother arrived about 15 minutes after me and was able to lift him and get him back into bed with no problem. I returned home to the treadmill and started all over again, managing to finally get in my 20 miles, and was headed out to get groceries when my brother called to say they had taken my dad to the hospital - believing he'd had a stroke. Doctors confirmed he did have a stroke, and he is now still under observation at a hospital in Chapel Hill.
Life feels so odd -- as though I'm sleep-walking through it, sort of going through the motions. I am still planning on my series of races -- including the very special race on Dec 3rd to raise money for the NC kid's camp Victory Junction Gang Camp because the doctors say my dad's condition may go unchanged for months. I am thankful for every day we have had him with us -- he is a great dad -- and I hope he will improve, even if it is unlikely that he will recover completely.
Sorry for such a bummer of a post.

I had a tough, sad weekend. I planned to do a 20-miler Saturday but was interrupted so many times by one member of the family or another (the primary hazard of doing long mileage on the treadmill) that I gave up shortly after 9 miles. Sunday I gave it another go, only to be stopped at just under 10 miles by a panicked call from my mom saying my dad had fallen and she could not help him up. I rushed to their house, but was not strong enough to help him stand either. Fortunately my older brother arrived about 15 minutes after me and was able to lift him and get him back into bed with no problem. I returned home to the treadmill and started all over again, managing to finally get in my 20 miles, and was headed out to get groceries when my brother called to say they had taken my dad to the hospital - believing he'd had a stroke. Doctors confirmed he did have a stroke, and he is now still under observation at a hospital in Chapel Hill.
Life feels so odd -- as though I'm sleep-walking through it, sort of going through the motions. I am still planning on my series of races -- including the very special race on Dec 3rd to raise money for the NC kid's camp Victory Junction Gang Camp because the doctors say my dad's condition may go unchanged for months. I am thankful for every day we have had him with us -- he is a great dad -- and I hope he will improve, even if it is unlikely that he will recover completely.
Sorry for such a bummer of a post.