I've been noting a number of magazine articles and books reflecting on the ups and downs of the past 10 years. The "twenty-oughts" if you will. Obviously, these writings address shared experiences in the larger world. In quiet moments I find myself reflecting on triumphs and tragedies of the last 10 years as we approach the end of 2009, mostly personal, others just my take on national events:


2000 - January 1, everything continued working, and I was therefore not forced to rely on my 1972 TR-6, purchased strictly because it was Y2K compliant (remember that) for transportation.


October, I was having lunch with my friend John Taylor at Cafe Brio. John said that he had no idea who would be elected president, but posited that the result would be clear by 7 p.m. Good thing he didn't say what day. Or who would be doing the electing.


2001- In July Cathy and I found out we were going to have a baby. About 2 months later I was driving to work when I heard on the radio that the Springfield airport had shut down. It took several more minutes to find out what huge, horrific event triggered that piece of local news.


2002 - April, G.T. is born on a Monday after keeping us awake all weekend. He was well worth the wait. May, Cathy graduated from med school, but did not seem very happy about it. Horrid post-partum depression and the beginning of residency followed. Cathy showed unimaginable strength.

2003 - Moved to a new, nice house. Careers going well. Nothing much else stands out.


2004 - Everything seemed to be going well for the first half of the year. It was hard to complain. Along about mid-year, though, Cathy notes a change. Her energy was waning. She feared that her depression, which had been well controlled, was returning. She reduced her hours, although it's hard to call her work schedule, which still consisted of probably 80 hours per week "reduced" in any conventional sense of the word. She did find some time for herself, though, and found . . .

A LUMP. And, on November 3, our worst fears were confirmed. Breast cancer. A big tumor and it had spread to lymph nodes. Spots in her lungs, which she wanted more information about. Against her oncologists advice, she asked to have one removed and examined. Dr. Hazelrigg came to me after the surgery and told me that, although pathology would have the final word, what he took out did not look like cancer. And he would know. It was not. Well, a little good news anyway. Chemo started, and we got through the rest of the year.

2005 - A blur. I took care of Graham, and Cathy the best I could. I watched helplessly as she endured the ravages of chemotherapy, surgery, and radiation. I had the benefit of a very understanding employer, which allowed me the time I needed to take care of things at home, and sit by Cathy's side as they pumped poison into her bloodstream every three weeks. I cannot imagine how heartrending it is for people who don't have that support.


By November, though, good news - clean scans! False hope about the future as it turned out, but false hope was a good thing in this case. An amazing trip to Puerto Vallarta. A very happy Thanksgiving, and a very Merry Christmas followed. Things were looking up, and Cathy was starting to feel better looking more like herself. But, she was starting to get migraines. She told me it was just premature menopause, caused by the chemo, reversing itself.


2006 - Worst year ever. The headaches got worse. We went out to dinner with friends for my birthday in early February. The next morning, Cathy asked if the bar where we went to see a band after dinner was especially smoky. It wasn't. She said her lungs felt "rough" and she had a headache. The headache never went away again. She put off going to the doctor until March, when she found out what she already knew. Every week some sign of her condition got significantly worse. After 7 weeks we lost her. Unimaginable.

There was so much to miss about her. And I missed all of them. The thing that I was reminded of over and over, though, was how much knowledge just disappeared from the world.

The rest of the year, I saw some of the best of what humanity has to offer, but I also found out that people really aren't always as they seem. I wish I would have taken that to heart more.

Also, later in 2006 I got to spend some great quality time with Graham (New Orleans, Key West, and Captiva thanks to my friends at ISBA, especially Jack Carey).


2007 - More false hope, not such a good thing this time. Remember what I said about people not always being as they seem? Enough said. In this case, the person revealed herself as she was fairly soon, but too late none the less. Also, my mom, who was marginal in her ability to take care of herself anyway, suffered major setbacks.

2008 - A fairly crappy year, things got bad, then things got worse. At least it marked the beginning of a new start. Good to be closer to home. Graham and I miss our friends in Springfield, but enjoy being here. Within a few months, Graham seems to know everybody in town under the age of 12, and a significant number of people over that age.

2009 - What a ride! It didn't start out too promising, but it really appears that it is the year that I will look back on and see as the time things really turned around. Got out of a bad marriage and a bad house purchase, and it appears my house in Springfield will finally sell after being for sale for almost a year and a half. Also the career situation is promising. More significantly, facebook reconnected me with an acquaintance I made a couple years ago. Facebook chat and e-mails led hours on the phone every night, which led to a visit from Marcie and Chantilly, which led to them moving from Chicago. Marcie fit right in and claims not to miss Chicago in the least, Chantilly misses the city.

The last 10 years have allowed me to find some peace with constant change and some comfort with uncertainty, which is something I have never had.

I will borrow words from another acquaintance from Chicago to sum up my prediction for the next year or 10: Hope and Change.

Happy New Year!