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Friday, February 27, 2015

Chocolate

I dipped my pretzel twists into the can of the chocolate frosting I held tightly in my left hand. I savored the flavor as I chewed  the piece of pretzel in my mouth.The chocolate flavor calming me, helping me to escape.  I clung to the taste of salt and sugar. As though it was a relief to the problems that danced around me I concentrated on each dip into the can. For that moment it did not seem to matter to me that my size 2 skinny jeans were fast becoming   a distant memory of the past. Why I wondered had this indulgence become a ritual to help me escape from my pressing present dilemmas. This simply had become my new fix. A solution to help aid in my acceptance of problems I had no control over. A form of comfort that eased my sorrow. But a comfort that kept me isolated and my problems unresolved. Yes chocolate in many ways is rewarding but in answer to help in solidifying a solution,  not in the least.

More thoughts worked their way through my unsettled mind. It did not seem to matter that even with age most of us still fought to find our place in this world.  Some of us still struggled to find a Comfy place that could carry us off, away from our current dilemmas. 

I was thrilled to have a few days to spend just with Josiah. A week away from the  city at my sister Marie's new lake home. Nestled in a small town up north. Not only did we hope to take Josiah out for a pontoon ride,  but he was excitedly hoping, to visit a casino or two, while away. Yes now 18, new adventure ideas danced through his beautiful mind. 

However I could not help but be pulled into the thrones of what this new milestone meant in another way. Age in the devastating world of DMD. A world where aging was not a friend or met kindly. It introduced more adaptions and machines for daily living. It represented  more loss of functions and less ability. More importantly it brought the realization of an end becoming nearer. I wanted ardently  for 18 to be the the turning point that  meant the beginning of a new chapter for Josiah. I wanted it to mean, graduating from high high school like his cousins. I wanted it to mean hanging with friends, asking me for my car keys. Getting a summer job, even dating. What I did not want it to mean was learning how to use a bi-pap machine, researching for an arm assist or having his power chair resized and fitted with new adaptions that would aid in his continual muscle loss. I most importantly did not want it to remind me how much little time might really be left. A reality that tore at my heart.

I chewed another pretzel smothered in frosting, fighting to suppress my feelings of sorrow and loss. I hated this disease with every fiber of my being. I was helpless in our fight against it. And despised the control it had in every aspect of  our world. My whole life was and has been consumed with surviving its viscous attacks, first with my brothers and now with my sons. Helping my sons to thrive was now my only ambition. 
I disliked the representation of aging and right now wanted nothing more than to ignore it. If only it could be that simple I thought to my self. But even packing my son now for a few days away meant packing machines that helped him thrive. Pre-Planning was essential to his stay anywhere, even for a few hours.

I felt anger encroaching in my thoughts of how hard life was quickly becoming for my 2 younger sons and all the boys like them.  I needed a deterrent and fast. I had long ago accepted this was our world. As hard as it was, pure and simple, fitting in to an ambulatory world really did not matter anymore to us. I was done trying. We had long ago moved past that stage.   I needed to concentrate all my efforts on the  special life  I had worked so hard to create for my sons. Because the reality of it was,  we were  indeed different. I embraced marveling at all that my nephews achieved turning 18. But right now I would  run with the wind to help Josiah live out his own coming of age. 

With my last bite of a frosting smothered pretzel I decided that Yes I did posses the power to  put my restless thougts to rest for now. I would help Josiah have his own amazing year of turning 18. 

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Heat

 My heart quickened. I felt a moisture begin to form on the surface of my palms.  He stepped closer, bending slightly towards me so that our eyes locked.   I could feel the heat from his body as he pulled me into him.  It was almost as though I was  powerless against the growing attraction we shared.  His strong  muscular arms enveloped me with a force full of hunger and desire.  With his moist lips slightly parted,  he covered mine, as though inviting me to surrender to the magic between us.  His pressed lips, growing firmer against my own as I accepted his kiss.   I breathed in deep, slowly drawing in his masculine scent. Almost dizzy from the alluring aroma,  I quivered, feeling parts of me awakening to the sensuality of the moment.  His  breath heavy and warm lingered on the nape of my neck as he explored with his lips. For the moment I was entranced by the intense pleasure I was feeling.  What was it about him that  I found so irresistible, I wondered to myself.
 
 On the surface he seemed no different than other man I had known.  Handsome, tall, with an athletic  physique that would fare well for a  man even ten years to his junior.  He was strong with a  casual rugged bad boy  appearance.    But Inside  he was deeply complex, sensitive, connected to his emotions.    A restless soul wandering in the after math of sordid affairs that had  left him unfulfilled. He  seem to posses  at times an untamed charm that made him appear almost child like.  His zest to explore the world intrigued me.  I felt challenged and quite enticed by the variation he brought to my contained world. Yes, he was indeed different from the men that had encircled me in the past.

I could not deny any longer the passion  that existed between us. My knees grew weak as his large hands began to caress me,  sending sensations running up and down my spine.  I felt his heart beating as he held me even tighter.  There was no place I wanted to be more than right where I was.  Behind him he  closed the door slowly with  his foot. I stretched out my hand towards the wall dimming the lights. The moment was ours.   He was capturing my heart and I no longer found myself wanting to resist.