Autobiography Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I should now rewind some four decades and describe how I came into this world. Technically, that is according to the theories and practices of Western Medicine I should not exist. My mother was infertile, and after many years of nothing underwent two fertility treatments. I cannot think of her dispair when the tests came back conclusively negative – that both treatments failed completely and she would never have children. She was 37 years old when this
news hit her. At age 39, she was some 5 months pregnant when she finally realized she had conceived against all odds and scientific hooha. All the doctors were astounded and could offer no explanation save it was a miracle.

I look back with much sadness over how much she loved me and what a pain in the ass I was due to the perhaps forgivable self centered arrogance of youth, And perhaps still forgivable, the self centered arrogance of adulthood due to undiagnosed ADHD. I caused the poor woman much grief in life which I was blissfully unaware of such moments until much later i n life. However on a more positive note; I feel certain that at the end I (almost) repaid her kindness and love, but that is a story for later.

cute kid, perhaps

That subject always has bittersweet memories. The author goes out for a smoke break and whatever else happens

Calling a time out a 8:18pm PST 5/22/09