Like all families, we all have our various ailments and disabilities. Because of this, I ask every day for healing for each and every member of my family – for Aspen, Zane, Jake, Callahan, and myself too.
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For Aspen, I ask every day that she have no more migraines, never again, and no more debilitating colds either.

Lately however, she has shown a marked improvement with her health, thanks in large part to our doctor. He has gotten her to focus more on the health and strength of her immune system. For one thing, she is finally taking all the vitamin and mineral supplements that she needs.
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For Zane, I ask every day that his peanut allergy go away. Thank God that it’s mild and causes him to throw up instead of not breathing. But still! I also ask that his lungs and his immune system keep growing stronger, as he grows older, so he’s no longer so vulnerable to asthma and chest colds. He’s already growing stronger. He only had one asthma attack this year and fewer colds too.

Next fall, we’re going to start him in gymnastics at CATS, here in Boulder. He’s pretty tough and very strong for a five year old. He may be the one to follow in Ariana’s footsteps. She was awesome. She competed and went on to the regionals. If you’ve ever seen and appreciated her dancing, know that she learned to dance while she was at the gym called CATS.
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For Jake, I ask every day for a miracle, for no more Duchene Muscular Dystrophy at all, along with no more of its side effects – especially his depression, and his school problems. I want his DMD to go into remission, a miracle that is possible. It just needs another cosmic particle to pass through his dystrophin gene and set things to rights this time.

Already, Jake is very low on the severity scale. Most boys with
DMD are already in wheelchairs by his age. He’s still running around, sometimes he just can’t sit still. We thought we’d have to move into a one-level house by now because of his DMD, but he still runs up and down the stairs like they weren’t there.
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For Callahan, I ask that he overcome his fear and insecurity that were born of his very heavy, very dangerous, and very scary birth. He was stuck part way through the birth canal for six or seven hours. We finally realized that the midwife was a flake and was bullshitting us. So we called for the ambulance that we had reserved and had it carry us to the hospital where he was finally born.

His fear manifests today mostly in his inability to go to sleep at night. He sometimes lies in bed for hours, with wiggly legs, a nervous energy symptom that probably comes from the incredible fear he came into this world with. He’s still quite insecure and says “I can’t” way too much for an eleven-year old boy. However, in spite of his fear, he’s an awesome boy, soon becoming a man.
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For me, I ask that I be more compassionate, with no more anger left in me at all. It just brings me and everyone around me down. I also pray for no more pain. My shoulders have been damaged by all the military presses I’ve done at the gym. Oh well! But the pain does make it more difficult for me to have a good night’s sleep.

I’d also like to remain as healthy as I am now for the rest of my hopefully long and prosperous life. I wasn’t sick at all this past winter. “Knock on wood.” Meditation really helps.