<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610</id><updated>2024-09-27T00:09:00.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Jakey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-3954853677982037775</id><published>2010-11-14T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:51:29.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Letters to Jakey Readers,&lt;br /&gt;
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The blog can now be found at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.letterstojakey.wordpress.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.letterstojakey.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This site allows you to choose to be notified when there is a new post if you want. Thanks for reading about us!&lt;br /&gt;
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Heather and Jakey</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3954853677982037775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-letters-to-jakey-readers-blog-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/3954853677982037775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/3954853677982037775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-letters-to-jakey-readers-blog-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-351979712897157686</id><published>2010-11-11T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:49:55.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch in Room 1</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had the best time the last two days spending time with you in your class. In the 18 months that you have been at Prospect I haven&#39;t been active in your classroom. It is usually just dropping off or picking up with the occasional stops in the observation room. It has never lent itself to the kind of experiences that I have had with Ethan&#39;s school - like volunteering to help out, bring in snacks or birthday cupcakes, helping with centers or any other stuff. But now I have gotten the chance to eat lunch with you and your friends and I have loved every minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have always known that Logan is your good buddy but to spend time with him and watch him cheer you on as you eat has been amazing. And Zander really looks out for you too. He is such a caring soul - not missing a thing and making sure you are doing okay. He likes to know what you are eating, how you are doing and where you are going once you leave. Teaching your teachers to feed you has been something else though.&amp;nbsp;You certainly were being stubborn with Beth yesterday. I think they all thought it would be so easy but now realize that it is in fact pretty hard. Especially when you refuse to swallow. Could you hear Logan when he kept yelling out &quot;Swallow, Jake, swallow&quot; ?&amp;nbsp;It was like he was your own personal cheerleader. And then when Zander jumped in with his own cheer: &quot;Eat, Jake, eat!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I hope you start making it a little easier for them tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I hope you realize how I enjoy spending time with you in your classroom. I didn&#39;t realize how much I was missing out on until I got to do it. I hope after your teachers are&amp;nbsp;trained to feed you I can still come in every once in a while - I love lunch in Room 1!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love, &lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/351979712897157686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/lunch-in-room-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/351979712897157686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/351979712897157686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/lunch-in-room-1.html' title='Lunch in Room 1'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5135961469783418461</id><published>2010-11-11T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:35:41.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother&#39;s Instincts</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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We sit together and wait. Again. Just when I think we are going along all right, we get a wrench thrown at us. At least we know what to do, right? &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate it when I get those feelings though that something is wrong. I always just wish it was me being crazy but when it seems like I might be right it sucks, I would much rather be wrong. It is times like that that I wish we could talk to each other and I could really know what was wrong. I know that when you flinch and move around it means you are uncomfortable so I know what you are trying to tell me on the larger scale. I just wish you could be more specific! Or at least let me know if we are close. We got the x-ray report last night and unfortunately I have much less experience making sense of those reports so I am mostly unsure of what it says. I know it is not the worst case scenerio since nothing is dislocated or broken but I am not sure about the sublexation. I am pretty sure there wasn&#39;t any in July. And that is why we wait. I have faxed it to Dr. Grottkau so hopefully we will get a call soon. Either way we will get through it. I just wish you would catch a break - maybe you will this time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Love, Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5135961469783418461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/mothers-instincts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5135961469783418461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5135961469783418461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/mothers-instincts.html' title='Mother&#39;s Instincts'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5928534632609133863</id><published>2010-11-06T09:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:02:44.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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In the last week I have had the opportunity to think even more about how lucky I am. Now for a long time&amp;nbsp;&quot;lucky&quot; is the last word I would have used to describe our situation. In fact I often asked the &quot;what did I do to deserve this?&quot; type questions. Somewhere along the line though my thinking changed. And I know that I am lucky. This is not to say that I am always positive about it - as you know first hand when you hear me mutter words under my breath that I shouldn&#39;t say in front of you. Like this morning when I had to make your meals and the magic bullet broke and I had to start all over. Or when my mathematical configurations are off and I need to start over so that your meals stay in the right ratio. Or twice a day when I have to give meds and I am reminded that our life is different (not bad, just different.) Life is hard and while I know all moms think life with kids is hard, I reserve the right to say that our kinds of worries are a different kind of hard. And I&#39;ll even go as far as to say harder because I know life with a &quot;healthy kid&quot; too - and&amp;nbsp;I know all that comes with that. And I know that Ethan sometimes is harder than you but even then it is different.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I digress, because this is about how I am in fact lucky. Lucky to know you and love you first hand. Lucky to be the person in the front line for all the ups and downs. And lucky because I can&#39;t imagine anyone else ever being prouder than I am of you. In the last week, we had two special things happen. The first one came from one of Mommy&#39;s friends from Boston - someone Mommy worked with way before you were born and even before Ethan was born. She&#39;d been feeling pretty lucky lately too so was making wishes - she wished for you to have an amazing Halloween. Isn&#39;t that cool - someone you haven&#39;t even met is wishing you great things? That is lucky. And for what it is worth - I think you did have a pretty amazing Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then a few days later, Mommy got a note from Spunky&#39;s sister. Another person who has never met you but who has been impacted by you and just wanted to say thanks. You should know that that doesn&#39;t happen to everyone - we&#39;ve talked about it before but you do have a profound effect on people and that is something special. And that is why I have learned to feel lucky - I am your mom and get to be impacted by you each and every day. I love you so much my little peanut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5928534632609133863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-jakey-in-last-week-i-have-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5928534632609133863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5928534632609133863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-jakey-in-last-week-i-have-had.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5663892188364742445</id><published>2010-11-03T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:15:16.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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It is funny how things work out. We were so dreading this visit, or at least Mommy was. I hated the idea of having to go to Children&#39;s and hated the idea of seeing Dr. Fulton. I was completly anxious and worked up and for once,&amp;nbsp;it all turned out fine, it actually even turned out well. Go figure. Walking through the door at Children&#39;s still makes me feel like puking but I am not sure that will ever change. Last night&amp;nbsp;I kept wishing that I could be inside your brain and know what you were thinking about. Were you as anxious as I was? You didn&#39;t sleep well&amp;nbsp; - maybe it was nerves, or maybe it was my nerves rubbing off on you. I suspect that is closer to the truth. &lt;br /&gt;
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You did such a good job with all those tests though. So much testing for my little guy. Daddy did a&amp;nbsp;great job keeping you positioned right for all the different tests, especially the photographs and it reminded me how strong he is for all of us. He knows when we need him the most and steps it up. &lt;br /&gt;
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How crazy was it&amp;nbsp;that they got those pictures of the back of your eye? When I was telling Ethan about it I think he was kind of jealous - and impressed when I told him that it sort of looked like a cross between the moon and mars. Anyways, it was pretty cool for me to watch you and you made me so proud, but nervous too. It was weird not being able to answer for you and have to just be quiet and let them see what you did on your own. I am not used to that. But you did great and played well&amp;nbsp;with everone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And the best part is that you can see. You already knew that but we weren&#39;t always sure. Although I always believed you could see some things, some of the time - not it is confirmed. The best part is that while you don&#39;t see great, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; see and the potential to see more is there. We like ptoential and we have&amp;nbsp;more information to share with all your teachers, therapists and friends to make your learning easier on you. Ethan was so excited to know for sure that you can see and got right in your face almost as if to test it out. I can&#39;t wait until that left arm of yours gets a little stronger and you can knock him out of the way!&amp;nbsp; I hope you understood how proud we all were of you during the tests. You need to know how much we love you and how proud you made us today. I know using your eyes that long made you tired but you did everything they asked of you and it is just one more reason I&amp;nbsp;know you are a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5663892188364742445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5663892188364742445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5663892188364742445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/tests.html' title='Tests'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-8898289615297589162</id><published>2010-11-01T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:24:22.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Clobazam</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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As I write this you lay next to me sleeping. You look so grown up to me - maybe it is just the haircut but I am feeling so proud of you tonight. While you were still at school today, Mommy and Daddy met with all your therapists at Prospect. Everyone has noticed such a change in you and how you are so much more alert and awake. It was a great meeting and next week I am going to start working with Stephanie, Heather and Beth to feed you lunch there. I am pretty nervous but also so excited. Mostly excited for you so that you don&#39;t have to be so dependent on me to eat and you can stay for the full day of school some days. More time to hang out with Logan and Zander. After school today you had Xavier and Karen - a busier than usual Monday and I was sure you would sleep all through Karen but you didn&#39;t. You worked so hard today. I am so proud of you my guy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well I know you have always had it in you to be more alert and&amp;nbsp;more of a participant in your own life. I recognize all thsi greatness and know it is coming back to you because we are stopping clobazam. This Thursday (3 more sleeps as Ethan would say) will mark your very last night of clobazam ever. It is so exciting when we stop a med and just know it is the right thing. It is so hard to believe you were on it for 3 and 1/2 years - I remember like it was yesterday when you started on it. It was the first drug out of something like 13 that made you stop moving. Back in those days you twitched and moved nonstop - Clobazam gave you 12 minutes of peace that very first day and I am grateful for all it did for you back then. You are stronger and more stable now and don&#39;t need it anymore&amp;nbsp;and I am most grateful for that. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sleep well my&amp;nbsp;little buddy - we have a big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8898289615297589162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/bye-bye-clobazam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8898289615297589162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8898289615297589162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/11/bye-bye-clobazam.html' title='Bye Bye Clobazam'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-6990455598484749475</id><published>2010-10-28T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:46:18.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Matter</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Browning called yesterday and left us two messages - one at home and one on my cell. Both messages started the same way &quot;I&#39;ve got great news!!&quot;. Well, her great news is that Dr. Florian Eichler has agreed and is excited to take&amp;nbsp;you on&amp;nbsp;as a patient. Just goes to show how great news is a relative term. Yes, it is great and I am thrilled that the country&#39;s expert in white matter and leukodystrophies is willing to help us figure things out. However,&amp;nbsp;I would&amp;nbsp;have preferred him to say that after looking at all but one of your MRI&#39;s he did not find you all that interesting and that you in fact most definitely do not having white matter issues and definitely do not have some insanely rare leukodystrophy.&amp;nbsp;That would really have been the great news.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that was not the case, so we have yet another new doctor visit with another new set of eyes to examine you. They wanted us to come out on November 10th but sometimes Mommy has to draw the line. We are going next week for the VEP and I explained that we would prefer to do it on either November 3rd or December 15th since he only sees patients on Wednsdays.&amp;nbsp;I just can&#39;t see going back&amp;nbsp;and forth and have&amp;nbsp;learned that&amp;nbsp;a month will likely not change much yet the constant disruption in your life does. So unless I hear otherwise - you will meet Dr. Eichler in December and &amp;nbsp;we will spend a solid 4 days with everything from your brain to your hips being examined by the best. And in between&amp;nbsp;November 3rd and December 13th,&amp;nbsp;I promise you lots of normal, family fun without doctor&#39;s using you as their research project.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6990455598484749475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/white-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6990455598484749475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6990455598484749475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/white-matter.html' title='White Matter'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-958862703793463974</id><published>2010-10-25T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:04:31.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy is working on a project which is requiring her to spend time looking through old pictures. I have just gone back from today all the way back to your birth. Wow - what a life you have led and are continuing to lead. Part of me wanted to be sad when I saw the pictures at the hospital when you were born and your crazy 15 month old brother kissing you up. And the pictures of you in your first house in Dorchester, and your first Halloween as a shark, and you playing with Ava and Ethan, and your trip to Toronto and to Argentina, and you loving up Alcira. And then all those pictures of you in and out of comas, with all sorts of tubes and all sorts of doctors and therapists. And then so many more pictures - you as a spider, as a monkey and then as a police officer. You and your brother snuggling in all kinds of crazy jammies. Pictures of you working so hard to get strong&amp;nbsp; - with Karen, Xavier, Linda and Cynthia.&amp;nbsp;Countless pictures of you being loved by everyone - me, Daddy, Abue, G-pa, Auntie Yvette. There are just thousands and thousands of pictures of our life together. And I refuse to be sad because while life didn&#39;t turn out the way we planned, it is still pretty damn great. And life with you is wonderful - never boring, sometimes scary&amp;nbsp;and always wonderful. I love each moment that we have spent together as mommy and son. I look forward to many many more. You are the best four year old I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love, &lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/958862703793463974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/958862703793463974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/958862703793463974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5757295966078946313</id><published>2010-10-23T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:44:05.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is not only Ethan that is making the transition to Lake Ave and his new kindergarten life. We all have to adapt. He has made the transistion with such ease that I can&#39;t help be proud and impressed by him. Today was a big step for us - well, more for me because I am not sure that you are as awkward as me. When I take you to pick up Ethan we have had a few of the typical&amp;nbsp; - &quot;he is so sleepy&quot; , &quot;i wish my kids napped like that&quot; comments but not too much and easy to deal with. Today was our first birthday party and I feel bad because I did try to make it so you couldn&#39;t come - I am sorry buddy, I know I talk about including you more but sometimes I want to take the easy way out. Anyways, Kate and Cait were busy so we went to Paulie&#39;s birthday which was all new families to us. While I had a met a few people before or spoke with them on the phone it was the first time we would really engage in the &quot;mom chitchat&quot;. We met a bunch of nice people and I really can see becoming friendly with Paulie&#39;s mom but I never know what to say about you or when to bring up that you are sick. She asked how old you were and was excited when I said 4 because her daughter (who was running around having a blast) is 3. She saw potential playmates while I knew that wouldn&#39;t be the case. We got the usual sleepy comments and I know people were wondering what was up. It just seems random though to bring up because it isn&#39;t really obvious right away. What should I do Jakey? If you were me, what would you do? It would be so much easier if you could tell me!!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to hurt your feelings and I don&#39;t want to ignore you. Over time we will get through this transition too. I just hadn&#39;t thought about how we would me making new friends too. We are so lucky to have good friends that have known you even before the seizures - Uncle Steve, Aunty Spunkie, Christy and Rob, Briana and Trish. And then so many who have gotten to know you since you were so much younger - Kelly, Sharon, Kirsten and Mike, Carolyn and Bridget . We are lucky to be surrounded by good people. I know we will be bringing more into our world - I just hope they realize how lucky they are to be included in yours!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5757295966078946313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5757295966078946313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5757295966078946313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-4362350252750887392</id><published>2010-10-21T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:11:21.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is probably too much information for many but I can not believe how much I have to think, analyze and share information about your poop. Cait and Kate have come to expect it. I end up bringing it up to &quot;normal&quot; people and they must think I am a real wack job. But really - so much has to do with whether you poop or not. I was just now watching you sleep and you had a pretty big seizure (by your standards anyways) and it reminded me that you haven&#39;t pooped since Saturday. I am pretty dissappointed because I thought we had it back under control since you went three times on your own last week. But now we are backed up again. We are also running out of options&amp;nbsp; - we got the new keto liquid complete with extra fiber - I make all your meals daily with coconut oil (which is a reall pain in the you know what, no offense). I am scared to keep using mineral oil because of the whole issue with people and neuromuscular disorders AND we have to be careful with miralax because of that weird breathing thing that happens to you on it. Dr. Thiele and Heidi get ticked when I use suppositories with you because they say it is addicting - although i think that&amp;nbsp;would be the&amp;nbsp;least of your problems. Anyways, just make my day Jakey and POOP!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4362350252750887392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/4362350252750887392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/4362350252750887392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-8858422343485375140</id><published>2010-10-21T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:03:30.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junky</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So it has been a week and you are still not all the way better. What is up with that? I thought we were getting through this one easier, did you change your mind and forget to let me know? Here we are&amp;nbsp; - getting closer to the end of the week and I am going back and forth with if I need to take you back in to&amp;nbsp;see Dr.&amp;nbsp;Hawthorne.&amp;nbsp;You&#39;ve been to school all week, although mostly sleeping through it and you sound way worse now than the last few days. I am hoping Karen can pound some of it out of you. I think we also need to do regular nebs. Maybe you are just protesting Daddy going away again? &lt;br /&gt;
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Get better little buddy. &lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8858422343485375140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/junky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8858422343485375140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8858422343485375140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/junky.html' title='Junky'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-6957567522882592138</id><published>2010-10-20T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:45:37.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big vs. Little</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our life always seems to change focus in somewhat big swings. It was only last week that Mommy was talking to Dr. Browning with some degree of frequency and we were so focused on a diagnosis. Then you got sick, and that has fallen to the back burner. I know that yesterday Dr. Browning, Dr. Caruso and a lot of other neuro-radiologists were spending time talking about you. It just didn&#39;t seem as urgent to me to find out what they said or what they learned. Today I feel like we are still focusing on the smaller yet super important things - we need to make sure you get all the way better, make sure you eat well and enough, finish your antiobiotics, start Vimpat tomorrow and all those kind of things. A diagnosis doesn&#39;t really fit on our to do list this week. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6957567522882592138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-vs-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6957567522882592138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6957567522882592138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-vs-little.html' title='Big vs. Little'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-4597668824475179076</id><published>2010-10-20T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:31:00.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan&#39;s wishes</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
You must have been on your brother&#39;s mind a lot last night. On the way to soccer last night, while you were home with Cait, he announced that he wished you could play soccer with him and be on the same team. It caught me off guard but I agreed with him. I would be so happy to be able to watch both my boys run around. Anyways, I asked him why he was thinking about that and he told me that he really wished Caleb knew him because he is so nice and Jake would like him. Sometimes I forget that it isn&#39;t always easy on Ethan either.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This morning he brought it up again. Over breakfast he said that he wished you could walk and run and play soccer. He said again how he wished&amp;nbsp;you could be a polar bear too. When I asked him if he would help you out when you were learning though - he said &quot;oh no&amp;nbsp; - he&#39;ll have to chase me just like everyone else!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Maybe Ethan knows something I don&#39;t know - he probably does. I suspect it is annoying with people always having to do things for you and if given the opportunity you&#39;d probably just want to be treated like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/4597668824475179076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/ethans-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/4597668824475179076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/4597668824475179076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/ethans-wishes.html' title='Ethan&#39;s wishes'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-2432348282522541616</id><published>2010-10-18T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:14:14.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you. I am happy you went back to school but I miss you! I got used to some serious snuggle time the last few days. When I got you dressed this morning, I kept giving you kisses and you kept making such a grumpy face at me ! It was pretty cute even though you looked totally annoyed. Just when I was about to stop though, you gave me your happy face and then I just had to kiss you up more. Now I choose to think you were digging the kisses! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2432348282522541616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/kisses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2432348282522541616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2432348282522541616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/kisses.html' title='Kisses'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-2290967077218367185</id><published>2010-10-17T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:25:48.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I write you this letter with uncertainty of when/if I will share this one with you. Most of the time these letters are our real conversations but tonight it is more thoughts in my head. I don&#39;t know how you do it&amp;nbsp; - how you are totally dependent on others. It must be so disappointing. I am sure it is. While I don&#39;t think I am the most independent person around, I do know that life is easier when you only depend on yourself because in general others dissappoint. How do you do it? Always the victim to others needs and wants.&amp;nbsp;At least I always want the best for you - you may not agree with it and may get pissed off. - I know tonight you were not happy to have meds more than an hour late&amp;nbsp;and made it clear&amp;nbsp;by puking on me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But you recovered, took your meds and were over it. Probably just another reason you are more mature than me - you get over things much better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2290967077218367185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2290967077218367185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2290967077218367185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-906222450833071289</id><published>2010-10-17T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:18:43.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy squirrels</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What a crazy adventure we had last night!&amp;nbsp; Not one, but two squirrels trapped in our chimney!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a&amp;nbsp;total racket with so many scary sounds coming from our chimeny. We didn&#39;t know what was going on and we were all pretty freaked out. It wasn&#39;t until Dundee came and caught them that we knew for sure what was causing the noise. When it really got loud, Ethan stood by you and was once again, your fierce protector. As the squirrels were getting rowdy, he quickly covered your ears so that you wouldn&#39;t be too afraid. When Dundee arrived and we were told to sit very still (in case the squirels ran amok - which one did) he sat very close to you and kept you safe. Ethan made me proud last night and put you first over his own fear. You are a lucky boy to have the best big brother ever!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/906222450833071289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-squirrels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/906222450833071289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/906222450833071289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-squirrels.html' title='Crazy squirrels'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-8581329857330964923</id><published>2010-10-16T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:09:55.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sit here with you little buddy and while you seem to be a bit better you are not back to normal yet. I have to tell you though that I feel pretty good with the way we dealt with this recent bout of sickness. I hope I am not speaking too early and&amp;nbsp;you have no other&amp;nbsp;tricks up your sleeve! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Slowing down these last two days with you has gotten me to do some more thinking. I was thinking about choices people make - the ones where they think they don&#39;t have a choice but in reality they do. I get so sick of people complaining about having to go do things&amp;nbsp; - &quot;i wish i didn&#39;t have to do.....&quot; or &quot;i wish i didn&#39;t need to go to .......&quot; Now mind you, I am probably the biggest complainer of all but it is all so stupid. If only everyone that complained caught themselves and realized that they did in fact have a choice, they could say no, they have that power - it might not be the right thing to do but they could do it. You can&#39;t. You don&#39;t have the simple choices that everyone takes for granted. You rely 100% on us for everything. The thing that worries be most - more than the seizures, genetics and all the other stuff is that I (we) are completely responsible for keeping you safe. I watch other kids be crazy but then i see their self-protecting instincts&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;putting their hands out to catch a fall or moving out of ball headed their way. Your body won&#39;t let you do that and it scares the living hell out of me.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hope I am doing enough to keep you safe, healthy and happy my little buddy. You mean the world to me and next time you hear me whining about something try and tell me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/8581329857330964923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8581329857330964923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/8581329857330964923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-2716390296934813641</id><published>2010-10-14T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:43:28.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecision</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are up to your old tricks my boy. Are you a little sick or about to be a lot sick? So hard to know. I wish I knew. You would think I would be better at judging this by now but each time I have no idea what to do. This morning was no different. You had a wicked cough last night - really sounded terrible and hacking but you weren&#39;t as wheezy as you usually get when you are getting sick. Also no fevers so I remained optimisitic and woke up with plans of sending you to school. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then you were warm - not too hot but 100 so I called school, cancelled the cleaners and rearranged the morning. And then 30 minutes later your fever was gone. I think you sometimes switch it up just to keep me on my toes. The cough remains wicked so we will go see Dr. Hawthorne and see what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is so scary when you get sick because it tends to not follow anything typical and each time I don&#39;t quite know what to do. I also have to worry about other odd things - like when you cough are you going to knock yourself off your chair or couch? Will they catch that at school? We don&#39;t need any&amp;nbsp;accidents. It is much different than when Ethan is sick and it just means lots of fluids, naps and TV. Nothing major to worry about and he can certainly tell me whatever he needs. You, however, can&#39;t tell me and while I usually feel confident in my ability to interpret what you tell me, when you are sick all common sense goes out the window and I second guess it all. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe today though is the day it will change. Maybe it really just is a cough that needs rest and fluids. Maybe the fevers won&#39;t come back, we won&#39;t need nebs and antibiotics and you will be back in school tomorrow (and I can make it to my hot yoga class). Maybe.......&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/2716390296934813641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/indecision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2716390296934813641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/2716390296934813641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/indecision.html' title='Indecision'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5748925078876364854</id><published>2010-10-12T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:09:45.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake&#39;s People II</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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Today you had Minor Improvements with Karen after school. You were sleeping when we first got there so&amp;nbsp;I am not sure how much you heard of our conversation. Karen was pretty stressed out but I think she was pretty excited that you were there and she would get to work with you. When I left I was telling her she should talk to you because you are a good listener. I was kind of joking but I also was sort of serious - even though you can&#39;t talk back you have a way of making people feel like you care about what they say (most of the time - sometimes you pay us no mind!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I came back 45 minutes later to pick you up and Karen was much happier. You really have this amazing way of making people feel good. I am not sure how you do it but you take what we give you and manage to make us feel better. Your eyes are so expressive sometimes that you don&#39;t need words - we can understand what you are trying to say. When I left with you, Karen thanked me for bringing you in today. That sure makes your mommy proud!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5748925078876364854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/jakes-people-ii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5748925078876364854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5748925078876364854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/jakes-people-ii.html' title='Jake&#39;s People II'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-6600314544826828069</id><published>2010-10-12T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:35:55.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Smurf</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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I know you already know this but you have quite the amazing Daddy. It is so important to him that you participate in all of our family stuff, things that I sometimes would keep you from. Not so much because I don&#39;t want you there but because I just always worry that you would be bored or neglected while we are out doing stuff. Yesterday was the Monster Mash - I was going to schedule Cait to stay with you but Daddy said that you told him you wanted to come. He was right and took such good care of you when we were there - when Vera and Ethan were getting their pictures taken he brought you right over so you could be a part of it. Miss Kelly brought me the pictures today and boy did you look cute! You looked pretty happy too so I think you did want to be there. I also caught him chatting with you but wasn&#39;t sure what you two were talking about - I guess it was some father/son secret!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, I want you to remember that your papa smurf loves you so so so much even though I hog you all the time and don&#39;t share so well :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/6600314544826828069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/papa-smurf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6600314544826828069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/6600314544826828069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/papa-smurf.html' title='Papa Smurf'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-3141527389234474883</id><published>2010-10-10T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:23:04.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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Today at church, Father Paul talked about being thankful. He talked about being thankful for all the little things and not just the &quot;big ticket&quot; items - family, friends, etc. He talked about waking up and being grateful for his morning coffee, his breath of fresh air, his legs that walked him across the field. It got me thinking. We are grateful for so much - yet among the things he talked about taking for granted was something that would be incredibly monumental to you. We cannot take for granted that you could walk across a field and take a breath of fresh autumn air. These are the things he spoke about in the scriptures and things we need to think about and be grateful. He spoke of thinking of a hundred things that we are grateful for and it seemed harder to me as I could not use some of the examples of things that so many of us take for granted. Yet I am thankful for so much more because of you - I appreciate what each breath can mean, I appreciate what being healthy means - because those of us close to you know what it is like when health is taken for granted. Last May when you had pnuemonia, and you were in a body cast I think each of us were hanging on to each of your breaths and were truly scared of what may happen. You have taught us to be grateful for each moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I can say that I am thankful for the knowledge we have. Yesterday I couldn&#39;t say that. Yesterday I spent the day being sad and aggravated about the converstation we had with Dr. Browning. While&amp;nbsp;it was a productive conversation and today I can say I am thankful for the dedication she has towards finding a diagnosis, I couldn&#39;t get&amp;nbsp;out of my&amp;nbsp;own&amp;nbsp;way yesterday.&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was hard. It is not easy to know that the things we are learning are things that will only make your life more difficult. I wish that was not the case. I wish the things we learned gave us easy answers. Regardless, I am thankful for you and for each moment with you. I will resolve to not take things for granted that others are thankful for and try to recognize each moment for what it is. I will talk to Dr. Browning again on Tuesday with positive energy and belief that knowledge is power and will be thankful that someone cares enough to work so hard for you. &lt;br /&gt;
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Much love little buddy,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/3141527389234474883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/3141527389234474883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/3141527389234474883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-7008232189503241550</id><published>2010-10-08T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:58:26.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. Browning called yesterday afternoon and somehow I missed the call and just got it about an hour ago. Not sure how I managed to miss that. Anyways, I have called back and we are now waiting for her return call. I may have to page her soon and enter stalker mode. Not sure I can go into a long weekend without hearing back from her.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think she is calling for? Not just to say hi that is for sure. She must have learned something from the biopsy. I wonder what she learned because I can&#39;t imagine she would just call without any big news to report. I hope I am not building this up to something bigger than it is but I really would like to hear what she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently, I have bored you with all this because you have fallen asleep in your stander. You probably have the right idea though and are smart to not get all worked up like Mommy. Regardless of what she says or what we learn, all will remain the same. You will keep being a rockstar and Mommy, Daddy and Ethan will keep loving you up. But a diagnosis would be nice....&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/7008232189503241550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/7008232189503241550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/7008232189503241550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-game.html' title='Waiting Game'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-5977096310275985908</id><published>2010-10-07T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:45:24.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell you these things because I want you to understand how much I love you. I also want you to realize that I understand how hard you work at certain things each day and I hope you realize that I know every movement you make, every bite you eat and every breath you take is a gift and a milestone. It is kind of hard to explain to others because as a mom you are so used to typical milestones. I&#39;m not going to lie - I can&#39;t help feel a twinge of jealousy when I hear other moms reach different milestons - whether it is no more diapers, all kids off to school, leaving kids with grandparents and going on vacation with significant others or even having grown kids out of the house - all these things we will not likely meet and it sucks. BUT that is really only me being selfish and the real reality is that you achieve so many important things each day that I couldn&#39;t imagine giving it up. You are strong enough to beat down the seizures, fight the infections and keep on truckin&#39;. Those may not be typical milestones but they are good enough for me. Stay strong little buddy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/5977096310275985908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5977096310275985908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/5977096310275985908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-9056357985761441124</id><published>2010-10-06T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:34:50.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seizures suck</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What does it feel like to have a seziure? I wish I knew. Last night sucked, huh?&amp;nbsp; Every time you fell asleep, you had one and it woke you up - for hours on end. It seems like it has been a while since they were so bad. I can never figure out what happens when they get so out of control - sometimes I think it is cumulative and a delayed reaction to being so off schedule on Monday. But who knows? Sometimes I think there is no real answer so all my analyzing doesn&#39;t really get us anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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It makes me so sad when they screw with you like that though. It&#39;s like a bad joke - just when you think that you are finally able to rest, there comes another. I keep thinking position will help but of course it doesn&#39;t so I probably only annoy you more by moving you around. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think we are doing a good thing getting you off the clobazam but you certainly are having more seizures. Selfishly, we all prefer that though to the super sedated way it makes you. Unfortunately you are the one whose opinion counts the most and we have to guess at what it is. I hope we are at least close. The gelastic seizures appear to be back - the ones that make you smile and almost giggle - it is really quite bittersweet because as much as I miss your smile I don&#39;t really want to see it when you are having a seizure. At least it makes me think that they don&#39;t hurt you though and hell, if it gives you some sort of pleasure then it can&#39;t be all bad. Ethan really thinks you are laughing and it makes him feel good that you might be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are going to start a new med soon - I was hoping to hold out until after we made the next change in clobazam but maybe we will re-consider. It is up to you buddy - let me know however you can. If it means having a few more shitty nights, I&#39;ll get the picture and we can start the vimpat sooner. Once again, you are the strongest boy I know. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/9056357985761441124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/seizures-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/9056357985761441124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/9056357985761441124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/seizures-suck.html' title='Seizures suck'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438221299811640610.post-1590511938950480504</id><published>2010-10-05T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:53:26.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal?</title><content type='html'>Dear Jakey,&lt;br /&gt;
Last night was G-Pa&#39;s golf tournament for the Epilepsy Foundation. You have somehow become the posterboy for epilepsy around here - not sure how or why that happened but a lot of people came out to golf and many came in support of you. I wonder what you think about it. It always seems a little ironic to me because we do these things to raise money and awareness for epilepsy but it seems like these events are hard on you. Your schedule is all off and you have to deal with people making well-intentioned but weird comments. Most of the time you go to sleep and I can&#39;t blame you. Sometimes I wish I could join you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It feels like we pimp out out sometimes and I am always torn up about it. Although for the most part I think the greater good is worth it - raising money and awareness about seizures so you and others can have a better life - all of me doesn&#39;t think it is worth it. Sometimes I feel like people use you to feel better about themselves - like &quot;thank god that&#39;s not me&quot; or &quot;my child is not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad&quot;. Sometimes people actually say that and while I know they don&#39;t mean anything malicious&amp;nbsp;by it, as your momma it makes me feel so defensive and crazy. But again, I keep going back to the greater good - we (and by we, I really mean you) teach people so much about strength, love, priorities, endurance and bravery. You are a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, my boy, I promise that tonight we will be right on schedule -eat when you are supposed to, stand when you are supposed to, and fall asleep when you are supposed to. Your job is the same - eat when I feed you, stay in your stander for an hour today and sleep way better than last night. Sound like a deal?&lt;br /&gt;
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Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/feeds/1590511938950480504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/1590511938950480504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438221299811640610/posts/default/1590511938950480504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstojakey.blogspot.com/2010/10/deal.html' title='Deal?'/><author><name>Heather Straughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08028895557030949140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>