Monday morning I jumped in the car with the teens for a 2-day, 2-school tour. It was the first time I went any further south than Nipomo since we stopped Sam’s treatment because it wasn’t doing any good (did it ever?). As we approached that invisible hurdle, the tears and quiet sounds I can’t describe but feel desperate began to well up. I cried intermittently from Willow Road to Winchester Canyon. Either the teens were too into their books and knitting, or they are used to me sniffling all the time, because neither of them said anything. After the Winchester Canyon exit I snapped to attention, remembering our goal was visiting a college and I didn’t know where I was going so I needed a kid to navigate.

We did fine visiting schools. We had the usual. “Sam should be here,” and “What would Sam think?” moments (especially as we ate lunch beside a pond that was home to ginormous koi, who I am convinced were capable of leaping out of the water and snapping bits of sandwich and chip out of our hands) but we did okay. We even enjoyed ourselves.

Thursday I finally “forced” Teen the Elder to go to the doctor to have his wrist checked out. We thought he sprained it in late November (He fell. He was running backwards. For fun. Not for fitness.), and 6 weeks later it just didn’t seem to be getting any better so our pediatrician sent him for an xray.

It’s broken. Guess where the pediatric orthopaedist’s office is? Santa Barbara. Across the street from the hospital and clinic where Sam received most of his treatment. When I heard the address I think I started to hyperventilate.

We made an appointment for next Wednesday so I had plenty of time to dread it for many reasons-How bad is the break? Does he need surgery? Will he be able to play saxophone and piano? When I see the hospital and clinic will I freak out?

Minutes after setting the appointment the receptionist called me back. “We have an opening tomorrow? Can you come down tomorrow?” Of course we can. Less time for anticipating how awful it will feel to be in that neighborhood again. Kids are still on break, so back to Santa Barbara we went.

Getting to that hospital area from Southbound 101 is a bit roundabout. You have to exit the freeway and then get back on northbound for one exit, but I did it once a week for 10 months, so I’m a pro.

I did okay. Yes my heart was pounding. Yes, my breath was fast and shallow. I felt anger. And sadness. And longing. But so much anger.

The big, lovable goof will have surgery on his hand in 10 days. There will be a pin in his scaphoid and he’ll be in a cast for 6 weeks. It’s possible he’ll need a bone graft. He will play saxophone and he will play piano, even with a cast on. He may need physical therapy but he’ll be just fine.

And I’m “fine.” I’m angry. I’m sad. I don’t feel like doing much of anything, but I do as much as I can. The fight continues, and apparently our current weapon of choice is pancakes. Yes, that’s right, pancakes. The Lovely Lemonade Ladies are holding a pancake breakfast and raffle in honor of Sammy. A complete breakfast (pancakes, eggs, sausage, coffee, and juice) is only $5 for adults and $3 for kids! Eat all the pancakes you want! All proceeds will go to Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation.

Sunday, February 2nd
The Grange
370 South 13TH ST
Grover Beach, CA

If you aren’t local to Grover Beach, you can get involved by donating to the event. You can also donate to St. Baldrick’s via #36 Rabbis in honor of Sammy Sommer (son of my friends Michael and Phyllis-see how they’re holding up here.). If making a donation is not in your budget right now, then share this information with everyone you know-Facebook, Twitter, email, blog, you could even talk about it in real life!

The fight also involves getting our government to pay attention. Tony Stoddard (Cole’s Dad) is doing an excellent job at that. You can sign his petition, and make phone calls (White House Phone: 202-456-1111. Calling Hours – 9:00am to 5:00pm Eastern Standard Time Monday through Friday). The focus right now is on getting the White House lit or decorated with gold in September. Good things are happening.

  • Malachi Cates
    Posted at 08:54h, 14 January

    A broken wrist is definitely painful. It’s a good thing that you sent him to your pediatrician and received the right treatment for it. That’s a relief. Anyhow, his surgery is just a few days from now. I wish him well and I hope he’ll recover fast after that.

    Malachi @

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