Dandruff and smelly feet?!? That’s a very specific diagnosis, I’m so glad they were wrong.

Ok I’ll bite, how do you know this?

No buts, your hairy breast will do just fine. I can’t imagine what it was like for my parents bringing up their “broken” son when I was but a single digit midget. “The doctors” said it was very possible that I’d never be able to walk normally, have a weak heart, I’d twitch a lot, have smelly feet and dandruff.

I’m happy to say that by the time I left home I walked just fine, my heart was sound as a bell, my feet did not smell and I only had dandruff if I failed to shower for 3 days in a row.

Considering I didn’t miss a grade of school and was able enough to pass the horrendously tight qualifications for entering the US Naval Submarine Force and work like hell for 30 years after I left home at 18…I’d say they did a pretty decent job of it.

You’re situation may not be the same but you’ll do fine nonetheless. All it takes is faith and one day at a time. Ask me how I know this. ;)

Jo; That’s very true… I have to say she was very empathetic when he lost his tooth, she goes through empathetic phases – that’s sound advice – thanks :)

Kylie; Thanks – it’s good to hear stories like that, though preferably stories not involving nutella or emulsion!!!

Hil; Hello :) Thanks for sticking in the comment, I always love it when strangers pop in.

Kirk M; You certainly have fought some fierce battles, I’m in awe of your stamina! I guess that’s what it really all boils down to… strength and support. I dunno if I’d qualify as a great mother, but I’m doin’ me hairy breast :) Thanks for sayin’ so but.

Besides, they’re young yet. If you could fast forward yourself 5 years in the future and take a peep you probably wouldn’t even recognize them they’d be acting so differently.

In my case, I was the one in the hospital the majority of the time over a period between the ages of 6 and 12 with a lovely condition called rheumatic fever. 104 to 105 degree (F) temps for days on end. Made me quite strange for about 6 additional years after that.

My sister (she was younger than me by 2 years) never gave up on me even through the many times I wanted nothing to do with her love and caring, even when I flat out rejected her she stuck with me. And I’m sure my mother was plenty scared there for awhile.

My point is that I made it just fine and I love my sister and she loves me although we still argue like cats and dogs. Puppy Child will show her love for her brother soon enough. She’s has a great mother after all. ;)

She loved her autistic brother more than I ever imagined. It was true, real, and pure. Probably better than she had with anyone else.

Thanks for stopping by my blog. That was some picture. I definitely would have needed a time out after that. One that involved lots of liquor.