Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Alone in the Ring
I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a boxing ring, gloves on, hands raised, muscles tensed, eyes focused on the fight ahead. Yet when I look around I am all alone and almost paralyzed with fear. I have no way to block the blows raining down upon me, no coach in my corner to guide me to victory, no training to fall back on. That's pretty much how I feel right now. My opponent is Potters sequence, specifically bilateral renal agenesis. It has taken two of my sons and I want to know why. I have no training to assist me in this fight and those that I have asked for help have let me down more than absorbed the blows. I would just like one person to say "let me help you" and be able to do that. I have made a few more attempts today in the hopes of throwing a few punches of my own, hopefully they land in the right place. It is painfully obvious there are no answers right now and may never be, but I would be too remiss to not make every effort that I can. So I keep fighting alone waiting for someone to step into my corner.