No news is good news…..

…..I guess. Life has been so crazy the last few weeks I’ve had little time to think let alone update. As the kids came off the “piggy flu” we thought we would get a bit of a reprieve…except it’s us and we don’t generally mix well with tranquility. When asked recently how things were going at our house I replied, “Well, so far no one’s bleeding profusely and the house hasn’t blown up so I think we’re great. Thanks for asking!” Of course the inquirer responded with a look that suggested I must be insane (this guy catches on quickly) so I went on to explain that I long ago learned to set the bar low on what was good and what wasn’t. No reason to deceive myself, right?

As for Max we had a few check-ups recently and thankfully he seems to be doing well. I did get a shock last week when I called to get a refill on one of his heart meds, the nurse asked me if I knew that the doctor had retired months ago….I thought to myself how could I possibly know this when no one saw fit to call me with the news or at a minimum send me a letter. I admit I sat on the other end of the phone with my jaw dropped open like an idiot, for once in my life I was completely and utterly speechless. Once again my son, the high-risk cardiac patient, is without a local cardiologist! I really and truly hate this game of finding a doctor I can live with (not necessarily outstanding mind you but someone you trust enough to bring your child to) only to lose them a short time later. I guess it’s really the management of a chronic child, the doctors, the hospitals, the therapy providers, the insurance companies etc., etc. that makes me the craziest because there really is no end to it. As soon as I resolve one issue another one erupts. I swear I don’t know how I’m not addicted to drugs or alcohol or both!


In Ellie news, she just finished swim season on a high note as she “placed” in her individual category at the regional swim meet, which means she is one of the strongest “freestyle” swimmers in the metro Phoenix area. Hopefully we’ll be able to get her into a club team where they groom the next Olympic gold medalists in the hopes that one day she will have some kind of multi-million dollar commercial deal with one sponsor or another (my retirement plan depends heavily on this).

As for now I think that’s all my “printable” Marangella news, thanks all for checking in!