“Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe,”
– Psalm 150:3-4
This Father’s Day, my father has been on my mind quite a bit. Granted, when he was living, I celebrated the day with him and did other things, too. But this year, I miss him quite a bit.
One factor in my life that may have triggered memories is that I listen to classical music more these days than I have in recent years. While he blessed my life in so many ways, he was known for his love of music and often had it playing around the house.
In my young adult years, I began a hobby of collecting classical music on compact discs. Dad and I used to go to Tower Records together and shop for new recordings or ones we didn’t have in our collections. He always found a few, and I found more than that. Then, we talk about what we bought and, sometimes, why we did.
Little did he know, or maybe he did, that sharing his love of classical music would be of invaluable help to me in my battle of living with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). I cannot count how many times I have had classical music playing, whether on radio or compact disc, and nowadays streaming, and I have found relief. I remember a few times when the pain and stresses of the disease were considerably bothering me, and I’d hear a Mozart Piano Concerto, which seemed to melt those issues away. Or, a piece by Handel from the Baroque period would do the same.
Recently, my music system had issues playing my music. The company did a poor job updating the app used to stream or play compact discs. I wasn’t happy. I was frustrated, to say the least, because I couldn’t play music wherever I wanted. I have two portable speakers that allow me to play music outside wherever I am. This time of year, I enjoy playing music while working in my garden or reading on my deck at day’s end. The problem was corrected, but it confirmed what I knew: I love my music.
As I play music and do chores around the house, I think of my father. He would be doing the same thing- listening to music.
My father taught me the most important things in life: God, the Bible, Jesus, and the church. He took us to church every Sunday morning and night, Wednesday night, revival services and special events. Doing those things doesn’t make you a Christian, nor do they guarantee that you will go to heaven when you die. You must accept Jesus Christ as your Savior to go to heaven.
As he lived, he taught me about being a Christian by being a living example, the enjoyment of classical music, and so many other things that I cannot even begin to list. I miss him today, probably more than usual. But, that’s okay, as I wouldn’t bring him back from heaven for any reason. Occasionally, I enjoy the thought that he is finally leading the choir of his dreams- a heavenly choir where there are no parts or instruments missing. It’s all to the glory of God.
May you have a blessed Father’s Day. Hug yours. Call him.
I would like to wish the mothers and grandmothers who read my posts a very happy Mother’s Day! May you have a blessed day with your family.
Today is a holiday that is not very popular with me since my mother passed away twelve years ago. I’m not sure if it’s the holiday that causes me to miss her as it is the season.
My mother was an avid gardener. She loved planting flowers and other plants in her yard. When I was around 7 years old or so, Mom planted a vegetable garden behind the house. It was pretty tasty to eat the vegetables she had grown. While I haven’t taken on her interest in growing vegetables, I have gotten into planting flowers. I have to laugh, as there hasn’t been a season since her passing that I haven’t wanted to call her for advice.
Recently, I had an opportunity to sit in a meeting to hear a lady from Canada discuss her life with Charcot-Marie-Tooth CMT). She discussed having quite a few challenges that were quite a bit like what I have dealt with over the years. Something she said reminded me of my mother’s love for me. My mother never hesitated to let me know she loved me. As a young man, that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear back then. However, as I look back and think about it, her expressions of love often helped me to deal with the headaches of CMT. I will never know how much she really knew about it since at the time, there wasn’t much written and we certainly did not have access to what was.
So love your mom. Hug your mom. Enjoy your mom as much as you possibly can. Happy Mother’s Day!
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I wore the Asolo hiking boots for quite a while. When a pair wore out, they were immediately replaced. However, the product’s sturdiness, despite the deformities in my feet, lasted longer than other products. These boots supported my ankles and feet as they were designed for the rough hiking terrains. As I retired, I no longer needed to worry about keeping them perfectly spiffy for the office. Also, I wore Crocs to church on Sunday mornings since I would not be walking very much. It gave the feet and legs a break.
However, after a while, the pain in my legs and feet after spending nearly the entire day working in my garden, doing other chores around the house, and walking my dog between two-three ½ miles became quite unbearable. I tried to get myself to relax by taking off my shoes and socks, letting them rest, and staying off of them. Eventually, the pain would settle down. However, going to bed was a different story entirely. Since I sleep on my back, the calves of my legs would scream in aching, painful discomfort. I had to get comfortable, so I would roll to one side or the other, trying to do so. However, sleeping on my side isn’t a favorite for me. Once the discomfort settled, I could lay on my back again.
As the challenges grew more painful, I decided that I had to do something. Since it had been years since I had braces and worked with a brace doctor, I did an internet search to find someone to help. Also, I absolutely did not want the plastic braces that uncomfortably gripped my legs. It was an easy search to find an Orthopedic Center near me. I discussed visiting their office with my primary care doctor, who gave them the highest praise. That gave me the confidence I needed to check them at least out.
Before the appointment, I gave considerable thought to having surgery to straighten my feet. I prayed about it, as this was a serious move for me. I read articles about the procedures, which indicated that they had been improved with patients having better outcomes. So, I made an appointment with the doctor.
Upon arriving at my appointment, I was surprised by the doctor’s calm, gentle, and humorous demeanor. This made me relax quite a bit. I felt like he was genuinely interested in me and my health. As we discussed the surgery, after a few tests about ability and x-rays, he shared with me that after surgery, I would need to have six months of physical therapy to get the foot stronger. Also, getting used to walking with a somewhat normal foot would be a challenge since I cannot remember ever having one to start with. It would be time to do the same procedure on the other foot when it was strong enough. However, since I am still walking, I decided that I would wait on the surgery until I am unable to walk if that happens. Also, I had not gotten a clear answer to my prayers to go forward with it.
After some discussion about the uncomfortableness of the plastic braces and my interest in something to support my ankles but not too far up the legs, the specialist decided an Arizona Brace would be my best solution. Why? I didn’t want anything like the plastic ones I had before. They were too uncomfortable and clunky. Also, these looked to give me the support and comfort I needed.
After I finished with the doctor, I met with a Physical Therapist who discussed the concept of the Arizona Brace. One issue for me was that there would be no hinge at the ankle, which I thought would make mobility more challenging. My mother had braces with no hinge, which made walking more challenging. Since I am determined to keep going, I discussed this issue with her. She answered all my questions, confirming my doubts would be worked out.
At this point, the physical therapist took me to a laboratory in the office. She molded my legs from just above the ankles to the feet, much like a cast. Also, I got to pick the color I wanted on the outside of the brace. Since I like a colorful life, I chose blue, not skin color. I would pick them up within a few weeks.
The weeks passed by quickly, and I was at the doctor’s office picking up my new Arizona Braces! I was happy as I saw them as opening the door to remain as active as I wanted to be and possibly even more so. When I arrived, I was taken to the Physical Therapist’s office and shown how to put them on, lace them up, and tie them. She clearly told me, “Be careful when you stand up. Once you get used to standing, you can try walking down the hallway. However, BE CAREFUL! Go slow. This is not a race!” Of course, I, unintentionally got up to walk and went quickly down the hall like it was a race. The Physical Therapist had a hard time keeping up with me. She said, “SLOW DOWN! BE CAREFUL! SLOW DOWN!” So, I was off and running, so to speak.
I have to admit, I was surprised at how comfortable the new braces felt against my legs and feet. Of course, there was some time to get used to wearing them, much like when you buy a new pair of shoes. These braces required that I wear them for a few hours a day gradually building up to a full day. I learned to walk again. I learned how to walk my dog again. The list could go on and on.
I think the most challenging part of all of this was not to get discouraged or frustrated. After all, most guys put on a pair of socks and their shoes, then go about their day. I put socks on, put the braces on, and tie the braces tight, followed by my shoes. The shoes were a new brand to me, Hoka One Ones. They were, and still are, the most comfortable shoes I have ever worn. Also, I think God gave me a gift that day as the shoes were very colorfully designed, which cheered me up.
To this day, I wear my Arizona Braces every time I walk more than a half-mile. I wear a pair of Hokas when I am not walking a long distance, such as from the house to the car, from the car to the church, or to the restaurant. The braces have given me more strength and ability as they support the weakness in my ankles and feet. Much like God promised me years ago, He would be my strength and ability.
Today, Easter Sunday usually brings me much contemplation as I think about what Jesus did for me on Good Friday and Easter.
Having grown up in a Christian family, around Christian friends, and known more than a few pastors and those desiring to be pastors, I’ve learned quite a bit about what Jesus has done for all of us. Learning about it is one thing, but accepting it and becoming a Christian is another. Also, I’ve learned that I’m not a very preachy kinda guy either, however, I want to share God’s Love with as many people as I can.
Jesus came to earth to minister and teach about God’s Love for everyone. However, on Good Friday, He was crucified. He arose from the dead on Easter Sunday so that we may have eternal life in heaven with Him, IF we accept Him.
If we accept Him? To understand that, please visit To Know God.
I hope and pray that you have an Easter full of God’s blessings. If you don’t know Jesus, I pray you will find Him today and truly celebrate the reasons for this day.
You might be thinking that I am a day behind since the first day of Spring, the Vernal Equinox was yesterday, not today. I have been traveling and am a bit behind. Also, I was thinking spring started today but everything is a bit earlier this year and I didn’t catch it.
Since this is probably my favorite season with summer following a very close second, I couldn’t pass up celebrating the day. Spring is my favorite season because it means the harsh winter storms are over, what little we had. If we get a winter storm, it will melt off fast and not be problematic to get around. This year, we had a few storms but they were mostly rain except maybe one snow but it wasn’t enough to keep me home for a day.
As the past fall and winter season came upon me, I decided that I would bide the time by taking classes. The first I took was “The Theology of Eschatology,” from September to December. My interest in Biblical End Times has been a fascination for many years. I had a few others planned, however, a few health challenges arose that kept me busily distracted for about four months. Things are great now, just in time to enjoy my favorite season.
I learned a lot during the health challenges that I plan to write about. However, coming into Spring with all it’s outdoor chores and opportunities, it might be a bit before I sit down and write. Hopefully not as I think those with the challenges of Charcot-Marie-Tooth might benefit from what I learned.
Happy Spring! Get outside this season and enjoy the beauty of God’s Creation!
What does Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT) and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart have in common? From a view of music theory or classical music interests, probably nothing. Classical music and CMT is a different story. As far as I know, Mozart did not have CMT disease.
When I attended college, I didn’t anticipate having to take a class in music and arts. The class was called “Aesthetic Experience.” Most of the students on campus called it “Anesthesia Experience.” I wasn’t one of them because I’d already been exposed to the value of the arts. Further, my father played classical music around the house, introducing me to it at a young age. I grew up in the Washington D.C. metro area where we had a 24/7/365 classical music station that was incredibly awesome, WGMS 103.5 FM. The announcers had an awesome sense of humor coupled with making the music more entertaining and interesting than their Public Radio counterparts.
The college course educated me about music and art history. Part of the course requirements was to attend classical music concerts and visit art galleries. I enjoyed that because it got me off campus for a bit and helped to discover that Nashville had more than just country music performances! After attending an event, we had to write about it using some of the theories or techniques and terminologies we were taught in class, much like writing a review. Fortunately for me, I learned quite a bit in the class that I had not known before.
After I graduated from college, it wasn’t long before I discovered how the beauty of classical music can help relieve stress for the CMT patient. I learned that if I play classical music while doing things around my apartment or even while reading, I could feel the stress immediately melt away- especially works by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Mozart composed 600 works over his short thirty-five years of life (1756-1791). He was a musical genius at a very young age. Many scholars and music lovers will say that he never wrote a wrong note. All I know is that I enjoy every piece of music he wrote, whether I hear it at a concert, on the radio, or on a CD recording. He is one of my favorite composers.
In the early days of life, when I was trying to learn about CMT and taking care of myself, the discovery of Mozart’s music was often a way for me to relax, escaping the health challenges- at least for a while. The gentleness, as I call it, is an amazing experience that I highly recommend to anyone struggling with the neurological side of CMT.
I recently found a classical music streaming service that provides many hours of concerts. Between that, satellite radio, and my compact disc library, I plan to spend my day listening and watching, as it may be, much of Mozart’s music today.
Another year has passed faster than I anticipated. And it didn’t seem to be that fast when I was going through the year, but here we seventeen days into the beginning of another new year. Every once in a while, a buddy will text me, “Wow! The week has gone by so fast!” More recently, “A few more days of 2023 to go.” I know how he feels, though I think time goes faster for him since he’s older than me.
2023 was my most challenging year yet, though it had some great aspects or parts along the way. At this time of year, I like to reflect on what I accomplished or didn’t accomplish over the past year. Also, what was fun and challenging, and where was I successful? To be honest, I can be pretty hard on myself. Not because I have low self-esteem or anything like that, but because I want to always be my best. Also, there isn’t much point in reflection if you aren’t truthful with yourself.
The year started out with problems relating to my medications. In 2022, I asked my Nurse Practitioner if she knew why I was taking certain medications. She didn’t, so I discussed stepping down from one medication. She was fine with that so I followed the recommended routine to do it. While stepping down, I didn’t notice any difference with me so I continued planning to quit taking it.
The new year 2023, brought a prescriptions refill faux pas between the doctor’s office and my prescription company. One said the other had requested a refill when in actuality, neither knew what the other did. I ended up unintentionally stepping down from these medications too.
About this time, I discovered a holistic product that could help me with pain and the neurological issues associated with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). I was excited about it because I prefer taking holistic products over medications and want to try that before taking a new prescription.
Since I had stepped down from another medication years ago, I was hoping that stepping down from these three prescriptions would be as successful. However, that wasn’t the case. In March 2023, everything came crashing down on me. I was having breakfast at a local restaurant with a buddy when I started feeling the worst I had ever felt. I wasn’t in danger of anything except that I felt horrible with my neurological system acting crazy. Long story short, I returned to the three medications, which were doing a great job with my neurological system. Now, I know what the medications do!
A highlight of 2023 was in February when I began working out at a local wellness center. I met a personal trainer who is a Christian. She quickly agreed with my belief to “believe the impossible.” My belief is if God wants me stronger and healthier, He will help me accomplish it. Yes, I have to do all the work but He will help me reach goals that otherwise I could miss. I spent the year working on an exercise routine with weights, a few other exercises, and a deep water aerobics routine. By year’s end, I had raised the weights on the machines by ten pounds!
I ended 2023 with an interesting journey. I learned that I had injured myself somewhere along life’s way when I was having fun. I have no idea what I did to cause it. This was proof that is often difficult for someone with CMT to know they hurt themselves. I sought medical help with it, which led to discovering another health problem existed. While a bit challenging, God brought all of this together in a way that blessed me, as it didn’t require a hospital visit.
My goals for 2024? Exercise a bit more. I plan to increase my weight-lifting by at least 10 more pounds or more, while the deep water aerobics will probably stay about the same. Last year, I took a class on the “Theology of Escathology” through a local college and enjoyed every minute of it. I am looking to take more classes like that this year. No, I am not looking to be a theologian but to learn more about God and my faith.
I heard on the radio recently about a lady who doesn’t believe in making New Year’s Resolutions. The word “resolutions” was too harsh and she often wasn’t successful. Instead, she “amends” whatever she thinks needs to be improved. I like that idea. I am going to “amend” certain things in my life in 2024 hoping to be successful.
Do you have any goals for 2024? Please share them in the comments below.
“A Christmas Tree Lights the Night” (C) Photo by Tim Mossholder
As it seems to be the usual routine for me when the year is coming to an end, the last three months of 2023 were unbelievably busy. I don’t know how I ever worked in an office and got anything done, as I wouldn’t have had time these last few months.
I hope you had a very Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year. Mine were nice and quiet- my favorite way to spend a day. The holiday season started with a Thanksgiving dinner at the Skyland Restaurant in the Shenandoah National Park. We were joined by my best friend Ed, whom I met in my college years. My wife, a family friend who didn’t make it this year, and I will probably make this our traditional Thanksgiving dinner. It would be awesome if Ed got to join us, too. After we ate, we drove the Skyline Drive from the restaurant to the Harrisonburg area and returned home. The solace of nature is a blessing even in the winter months.
Ed came to visit the week before Thanksgiving. We spent the week roaming Skyline Drive and a bit of the Blue Ridge Parkway. We’d pull off at various overlooks to enjoy the view. While driving, we chatted about our college days and wondered about whatever happened to this or that person. Ed is the type of friend everyone with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT), or any other disability for that matter, wants. He doesn’t let my disability prevent us from doing stuff and having fun. On numerous occasions, he would give me a helping hand as he knew the terrain coming up was a bit challenging. Also, when CMT frustrates me with its new antics, I can chat with him as much as I need. He’s a very good listener and has often provided God’s Words of Wisdom just as I needed it without being preachy.
Christmas was a little different this year. My wife and I bought a new Christmas tree and ornaments. The one we have is buried somewhere in the garage, along with ornaments and decorations that are older than civilization itself. I enjoy decorating for the season, however, I do not relish the idea of putting an artificial tree together followed by stringing lights around making it look balanced and nice. Oh, and beautiful, too. I will never be like a buddy of mine who has an enormous tree and thousands of decorations. Though it looks great, it’s too much. My wife and I exchanged gifts the old-fashioned way this year. They were wrapped, placed under the tree, and opened in a celebratory fashion on Christmas. It was a nice way to celebrate the Birth of Jesus.
We are still working on the new tradition as our last living family member went on to heaven, so it’s now the two of us. We invited a friend to join us and went to Founding Farmer’s restaurant in Northern Virginia for our Christmas dinner. Our friend was great company and helped make the celebration more fun. I got to sit in the backseat of our car while my wife drove and our friend rode shotgun. Worked great for me as I enjoyed looking out the window and thanking God when we left suburbia and returned to the country!
A few days after New Year’s, I got to spend a few hours with a young man I call my grandson; more about that in a later post. We had breakfast at a local Chick-fil-A and talked for a few hours. He is one of those guys who is very popular, has a large family, and always has something to do somewhere with someone at any given time of any day of the entire calendar year. So, I cherish the few hours he can squeeze in to spend with me. It’s been an amazing journey to watch what started out as a “joke” or having fun with the age difference between us to become great friends, something God has definitely been in the middle of pulling together.
Every year, I think that I will spend the holiday season differently by celebrating the birth of Jesus by attending various church events, going for a drive to enjoy Christmas lights, or doing something special that makes the season fun. No sooner have I thought it and the season is gone… again.
I have been thinking about what tip I have learned over the years living with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT) would be my “best tip” or “No. 1.” Or, which one would be most beneficial? I can share many tips, tricks, and hacks, but only one stands at the forefront of anything I have ever done that I would never want to be without.
What is it? Follow Jesus. I gave my life to Jesus Christ, allowing Him to take over becoming a Christian. I recommend reading the Bible, a daily devotional, attending a local Bible-believing and teaching church, and getting involved in it. Yes, simple as that. I will admit, I would absolutely NOT EVER want to fight any of the battles against Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT) as I have over the past forty years without Jesus. He has been a strong comfort and encouragement beyond what I could ever explain in writing.
I had the blessing of being born into a Christian family, which doesn’t automatically make me a Christian, but it provided exposure to serving God from the day I was born. At age 6, I remember thinking I wanted to be saved from my sins like the preacher talked about. I believe I became a Christian that day, though I do not remember the date or time. In my early college years, I became concerned by something a professor said about whether I was truly a Christian. I invited Jesus into my heart again- just to be certain.
It wasn’t until my college years that I learned how much Charcot-Marie-Tooth would affect me. The pain I had in those early years was beyond description, meaning I can tell you, or write about it, all I want, but unless you go through it, you don’t understand. I’m sure those with CMT will agree, or you will eventually.
The salvation from my sins so that I will go to heaven when I die wasn’t the only part of God’s Love that has helped me get through life. It’s His Compassion, Companionship, Love, and Desire for wanting me to be the best I can be.
I cannot remember how many times I have had pain in my feet, legs, hands, and arms and reached out to Jesus asking for His Help. Sometimes, I would just talk to Him because I knew I could trust Him to keep my secrets. Sometimes, when CMT was bothering me, I didn’t want to burden someone with my struggles, so I talked to God about them. Other times, I would get discouraged or in a funky mood about life with CMT, so I talked to God about it. It has been truly amazing at how He reached down to provide me comfort in many ways.
In the early years of college, God told me that He would be my strength and ability if I would just trust Him. That I have. I wish I could say that I have been perfect along the way, but whenever I strayed, God always did something to remind me He was there for me.
While in college, I was teased quite a bit by the other guys. I was surprised how much this bothered me because I had already gone through it in high school and the real world as a working adult. Their goal seemed to remind me that I wasn’t physically fit like them or was only half a man because of my lack of muscle and probably how my interesting-looking feet looked. Eventually, I learned to tune most of them out. After all, I was there to get an education so I could get a better job.
In God’s Plans of doing things, He brought a Christian man into my life to be my college roommate for the last few years of school. This guy was kinda nerdy and very smart, had polite manners, and was fun to hang out with. He was one of the first few college-age guys who treated me with respect and not some kind of problem because of my recent diagnosis with CMT. We would go on to be lifelong friends, catching up with each other in our later years, which seemed to be picking up where we left off. Ed has always been a source of encouragement and has done his best to help me see the positive in everything. In these later years, when CMT seemed to be making strides faster than I could keep up with, it’s been an awesome help to have him around to text my frustrations. This friendship may not have come together if I didn’t believe in God and become a Christian many years ago.
When I look back over the last thirty or so years, I can see where God directed my path to the right doctors, specialists, physical therapists, chiropractors, massage therapists, a personal trainer, and a service dog. All of these came together to help me have a healthier and happier life. I know it was all God’s doing, as I couldn’t pull together such perfect medical care no matter how hard I tried. At age 60, I am using much less medication than I originally thought I would, which gives me a much more quality of life.
So, yes, becoming a Christian and following Jesus is my best tip!
Every November, I seem to subconsciously begin thinking about what I am thankful for and why. I guess the leaves falling and the colors changing with the cooler weather spur my thoughts toward being thankful. This year is no exception, especially since 2023 has been a bit of a rough and challenging year.
The year has been a bit rough, with some physical challenges along the way. I am planning to write separate posts about this, so I won’t go into too much detail now. However, I will say that it seems to me that I needed to go through those rough challenges to get to the point where I am now, which is feeling better than I ever have. For that, I am very thankful.
At the beginning of November, an announcer on the local Christian radio station, WPER 89.9 FM suggested writing down one thing you are thankful for every day in November. It doesn’t have to be detailed or something big, just write something down. Though I didn’t make a list on paper, it reminded me to think about it every day. And, why not continue writing down what you are thankful for every day whether it’s November or Thanksgiving or not?
This year, my Thanksgiving celebration will be our 2nd Annual in a new tradition that started last year after our last family member passed away. We’ll head to the Shenandoah National Park’s Skyland Restaurant for our meal. This year, we will be blessed to have two friends join us. One of them came with us last year and we hope to make this a “family” tradition for the three of us. The other friend, who I hope will join us again, is my best friend who was my roommate during college. We’ve had a great week together exploring the area and will celebrate Thanksgiving too.
However you celebrate the day, I pray you have a blessed one.
