Last year I finished hiking the 67 highest peaks of New England. A mighty accomplishment for anyone, but for someone like me – living with Ménière’s disease – a truly spectacular feat. Following is the essay I submitted to the 4000 Footer Committee for admission to the NE67 Club. I’m honored to have received my patch and am now working towards my next… two. LOL
I know you’ve been wondering where I’ve been. While I’d like to offer some excuse, I’d rather brag blog about our latest home improvement project!
[Insert loud applause]
Thank you, thank you. Now. To recap. My husband & I bought ye olde village manse 10 months ago. Maaaaaaany people had looked at this house before us, but turned tail & fled when they realized the amount of work it would require to maintain, let alone restore. My husband & I (dreamers through & through) saw a shining gem of a colonial that with much polishing & SWEAT EQUITY could be Home (capital H).
When we moved in 10 months ago – and that alone is hard to believe, this was our office.
It’s no small task recovering from parasitic anchor worms.
Unless you’re a wonderfish w/ a will to live stronger than superglue. That’s RIGHT folks. Blackie the brave is ALIVE & well!!
Just weeks ago, he was host to a legion of creepy crawlies so repulsive they’d likely do in lesser men. He underwent treatment, consisting of primitive home surgery and three – maybe four rounds of soak in potassium permanganate (aka PURPLE DIP). He has spent almost a month living in a tiny glass bowl, without companion or decorative pagoda. But, today –
Looking back over the past weeks I am astounded. MOST PEOPLE WOULD HAVE FLUSHED HIM AFTER ALL. But despite everything, Blackie has not just survived. He has thrived.
The parasites? Gone. His gaping wounds, incapable of scabbing? Healed. If I hadn’t seen it w/ my own eyes, I’d hardly believe it.
In the immortal words of Winston Churchill:
Never never never give up.