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Thursday, 30 March 2006



Wow, what an emotional post. You never let on. That had to be excrutiating, waiting for tests, wondering. I said prayers but mostly for Amy to hurry up and deliver a healthy baby. I should have included parental stress relief... I know you appreciate Tav all the more. As for church, sounds like a fair price for what you got. I'm not into organized religion (hate that catch-all term) but my faith is way strong and me and God talk daily. He laughs mostly, but we do talk.

Jim (of Brazil)

Wow... that's pretty terrifying. All three of our children were born healthy, and we never had any indication of a possible problem; nevertheless, a vague uncertain fear both for our unborn babies and my wife was constant during all three pregnancies. I can't imagine how we would have felt if the doctor had given us any *real* reason to be worried.

Seriously, I think your doctor deserved a punch in the face for the way he broke the news to your wife.

Come to think of it, he probably deserves two punches in the face: was it the same doctor that sent your wife home when birth was imminent???


if God laughs while you talk, knowing you as much as I can, it's always with you and never at you.

two different doctors, so we can keep the number of face-punches to a minimum. Still gets me a little riled if I think too hard.


We refused all tests when I was pregnant. Just made a kind of "this is our child, and we'll accept whatever comes" decision. Fortunately it turned out okay.

I think God's mercy and forgiveness and sense of humor and lack of fussiness about formalized worship (nor do I believe he needs to be worshipped -- that's more what the ego enjoys) far surpasses our own mercy, forgiveness, etc.

So me, I like what the Dalai Lama says about religion: "My religion is kindness."


There's meat and music here, as the fox said when he stole the bagpipes.

It would be a mistake to assume that God is interested only, or even chiefly, in religion, according to a former archbishop of Canterbury. Or in old Willy Blake's words, a good public house has much in common with a church, except that the public house is warmer, and there's more conversation. God's probably just as happy to be lifting a pint with you or sitting in the family room while the terrier does laps around the boys to spending a couple of austere obligatory hours in a straight-backed Presbyterian pew....


I love a story with a happy ending. I think your household is blessed (with or without divine intervention).


Doctors sometimes forget that patients are human, I think. I had a similar story. About 7 years ago, a vein in my dad's brain broke, and he had to have brain surgery. After the operation, the meds they were giving him were making him...shall we say...have a different personality. When my mom called the family doctor we'd been going to for decades, he said, "Well, you never know with those fancy brain operations. They may have missed something. He might never be the same again. You never know." That was the only time I have ever received a seen my mother panick like that. I ALMOST wrote a letter to whatever board you write a letter to in those situations. I decided to let it go.

They stabalized his meds and he's fine. We found a new doctor.

BTW, I also renounced organized religion many years ago, but should I decide to go back, I really liked the Unitarians. Less religious, more spiritual.



This had my wife and me glued to the CRT. How on oit did you keep that bottled up inside all this time?

I, too, have been down on organized religion for a long time. I was brought up in a fundamentalist church (Church of Christ), quite the polar opposite of the trappings of a Catholic church. I'm anxious to read your post on why you left. Not right now, though. The little lady is trying to get the lid off the ice cream.

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