“I remember the first time I had sex – I kept the receipt.” ~Groucho Marx

I have been in touch with Aria’s mom and dad, and they are all home and doing ok.


Remembering the first six months with Pearlsky (the first six with David were, unfortunately, old-hat) I can say …

  • I did not cry once
  • I did not ask “why” once
  • I did not curse a god once
  • I did not wish I were dead once
  • I did not question a doctor once
  • I did not question a medicine once
  • I did not wish Pearlsky were dead once
  • I did not assure my spouse it would be ok once
  • I did not wonder what the future would be once
  • I did not lie to love ones about what was up once
  • I did not look longingly at Pearlsky’s phenobarbital once
  • I did not say to a social worker “Where’s your red nose? I thought all clowns wore them” once

Nope, I did not do any of that … just once. Nope, not me. Way more than once.


In a sentence, how did you get through the first six months, starting from when you realized what the situation really was? For some of us, that was birth, others after a stroke or other insult. A simple piece of advice or how you did it. Keep it simple … and if you comment and are not a parent of one of “our kids,” please identify yourself as such.

My advice to new parents … keep the receipt.

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