I'm a beginner, so I may be jumping the gun in going public here, but I thought this was an appropriate weekend (Thanksgiving) for this piece (Now Thank We All Our God), and my enthusiasm has overcome my shyness.
I decided later in the day to go "whole hog" and put up the other pieces I've been working on - for better or for worse. If nothing else it will give me sometime to compare to when I've had a few more months of lessons.
Fugue by J. K. F. Fisher
Psalm xix (part 1) Benedetto Marcello
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
It is so good to be able to reflect on scary times from the vantage point of the good times we're experiencing now! And we are so thankful!
Five years ago in June David and I celebrated our 20th anniversary. We had no idea as we played beach volleyball and took out sailboats and kayaked and swam and hiked around the Maya ruins at Chichen Itza that in a mere few months David would be felled by a stroke, lose all sensation on his left side and be unable to walk - needing to spend a month hospitalized, initially in ICU.
Here he is about 3 weeks after his stroke on a "field trip" from the rehabilitation hospital to watch our youngest son Caleb play soccer. I remember it being pretty tricky navigating that wheelchair over the bumpy field.
He worked very hard a therapy - here working on larger muscles - back in his room working on picking up coins with the fingers of his left hand, re-learning to shuffle cards (very important to him!) - and so on.
Eventually he graduated from a wheel-chair to a walker and then to a cane and then . . .
As to recovery, he didn't get everything back. Though he hides it well, he still can't really feel much of anything on his left side (try coming up behind him and tapping his left shoulder - he won't know you're there!). Due to this loss of feeling he now has a very good excuse for not playing video games with the boys, because if he looks at the screen he can't tell if his fingers are even on the controller or not (so guess who gets to play Super Smash Brother's Brawl with the boys?!). And you may as well give up on having your call answered if he's put his cell-phone in his left pocket! Good thing he wasn't a keyboardist (piano or computer) before, because he wouldn't be anymore! Also, each morning when he gets up he has to take a short time to re-teach his left leg how to walk, because it's always "dead" after sleeping. The one real frustration that remains with him is that he cannot run as he used to and that the imbalance between the sides of his body causes him to injure his knees and have a set-back when he tries to do so (which he does keep trying to do because he has a passion for running!).