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Once upon a time, life was easier?  Probably not.  but let me tell you, as a Mother... I will never give up on my children.

We are currently raising money, because the state is reducing Daniel's benefits, and our home needs ALOT of mold removed, especially with a fragile child.    Daniel is 18 now.   Over the years, more and more people have simply slipped away.  Family???   We can't see them because travel is hard on us, and accomodations are complicated.   Holidays?  We can't plan them, because 99% of the time something happens which can alter plans.  Special Events?  We don't even get invited anymore, I think most people assume we are just aloof and disconnected.    Church?  We have a wonderful church group, but they don't even know us anymore, because getting Daniel to church is a challenge and I am trying so hard to get "better" too.  So I pray and watch sermons on my own.  Friends?  Youtube, Facebook, and a few local people connected to Thomas's events.  Thats basically the extent of people who reach out.    Most people we were friends with, when our kids were young, are gone.  BECAUSE our kids are growing up, Sarah is almost finishing college.  Thomas is in highschool.   Everything with him is music related, which is lovely.    But I spend all of my time with my husband and by myself.

And with Daniel, of course.   Nurses?  wonderful human beings who fill a void in my life and also care for my son.

Most people have children, and as they reach this point in life, the kids are grown, and retirement is in sight.  Vacations, hobbies, having "fun" together....    We will not have that.   It does not mean we don't love, and care, and laugh and share.    TO SEE DANIEL SWIM IN THE GULF OF MEXICO was the biggest blessing and joy of my heart last year.    Now that he is 18, more and more is being taken away.   We work harder, and get less, work even harder....  get EVEN less.

But he is 18 years old now....  and that in itself is a miracle.  He is a miracle, most people clearly don't have time to even think about him, or me, or us..  because OF COURSE we all have such busy lives.  Everyone has their own bubble.      So most "normal people" or people who have no financial limitations, or people who have normal healthy kids....  just don't know the kind of pressure bubble we live in.    And most families with special needs and medicall fragile kids live in.   Over the course of 18 years I have watched a community of love and support, programs and funds and fun groups and friends....  simply disappear, or tell me, sorry he is too old to apply.  

I have worked my brain into oblivion, trying to keep the house, work through bills, get things fixed, put kids into college, pay for things that would make most people go "HOLY SHIT THAT COSTS THAT MUCH??"  and answer, yes, because its for a special needs person.

And I try to be a mother, friend, daughter, supporter, cook, cleaner, and put income back into the house.    All the while, ALWAYS scared inside my conscious that my son will die.  Always afraid of the next phone call that will send me panicking.  Knowing that I have two choices, fight or die.  Its honestly that simple.  I have to fight.  Am I tired, yes, I am very very very tired.  Will I ever stop? No. Never, unless I die.  No one else is going to give my son help that he needs, I have to push and push and push.   And we are not talking millions here.  Just basic life necessities.

And after 18 years, when asking for help from people who can help  feels like crap, because people really don't want to help, and you have become a nuisance.  Or, they assume you are careless, uncivil, not acting like a responsible adult, or just screwing things up.  And you start to question and doubt yourself even more.    You are not their responsibility ultimately, after 18 years how could Julie and and John possibly not have everything all "together"? Your husband works really hard, but feels like a complete failure even having to think about asking for help.  (and your job is to build up his confidence too).      And failing someone else, making someone else feel bad, is just added to the guilt pile.  No matter how many times you say thank you,   And makes you FEAR asking for help, because you know you failed them by not showing enough gratitude in the right way, and at a right time...  and you feel SO BAD about it.  For months and months and months...because you really are GRATEFUL, and really do love them for helping.    And it gets complicated, and makes you feel so sad.  REALLY sad.     And honestly, truly, you really just needed help.     I hear this type of emotion from alot of financially needy families trying to care for a sick loved one.   When everything is exhausted, when you can't get a loan, when you have had so many tag sales that you live a minimalistic life, when your credit sucks no matter how you try, when the only entertainment you have is a drive to the dump and cup of coffee with your husband....      You just have to ....  what.... give up?  

Can't give up Julie and John.  Because the state just took away therapy.  The Attorney just sent you a big bill (the state was supposed to pay it) but now they are charging YOU for guardianship... no one told us that.  Giving up is never an option.   And we are not careless, immature, stupid people.  We are NOT perfect, but we are two humans who love eachother, love their kids, and love having happiness.    Anyhow...

 When the real truth is, you are simply trying to make it through each day keeping a child alive and smiling.  

The fact that we still have a house, and live in a lovely community, with wonderful schools, and can survive in the state of Connecticut....  for the sake of our typical kids, is wonderful.    Do we have savings? no.  Do we have retirement plans? absolutely none.  Do we see beyond next week, pretty close to impossible with this kind of pressure.   One little vest machine, $15,000.  Monthly medical out of pocket costs? varies from $500 to $5,000.  Lawyer bill to become our own child's guardian?? $800.  Repairs to a 2004 lift van that is literally starting to fall apart?  just to fix the lift? $2000   Mortgage, insurance, taxes, electric bill, phone bill, oil bill, home repairs, food, gas, car payment, medical expenses for Julie....    you know...  we have the normal stuff.    Should John's salary be enough to cover it? Yes.  it would.  But then, you have to LUMP all of the Daniel expenses and liabilities....  and we sink to the bottom of the ocean like a brick.  

So each month....  we just wiggle and jiggle and get through.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish someone would realize that I am not a perfect human, and I just want to have joy on this journey while we are actually on this journey.  Lonliness was never a part of the plan for me.  But sometimes, being alone is better, because it hurts to much to be with people who have zero compassion for the struggle that is "real".    Surround yourself with love, and if that love comes through the computer, then fine.  Thats cool.  One day, someone left a potted flower on my door step, that was better than anything I could have received that day.  Because it told me that someone, somewhere.... cared.  And that I wasn't actually as alone as I thought.

It is now May 5, 2016.  I am trying to raise 18,000 so that I can remove the mold from our house.  I just successfully completed a "bank modification" of our mortgage which took almost a YEAR! And just getting that completed was huge.   Our bankruptcy from 2009 has dropped from our record.  That is such a relief, we had such a struggle.

So one family, one hard working husband, one crazy dedicated Mom, and three amazing children.  Living in a bubble, that is always on the verge of popping.   Someday soon I could have a stroke, or get sicker, because staying healthy has been a ridiculous challenge.  But people say "do things for yourself"   Bah ha ha ha ha ha ha .  When?  When might that be?  The only thing I do for myself is my You Tube channel, and write.   The rest is for them, I love them. I just want to smile alittle more.  Is that so much to ask.   Making sure Sarah and Thomas have JOY in their lives, and education that will help them...  is so important.

Do you really have any idea how hard it is to raise and care for a child/now man who will never speak a word to you?   Who walks the line of medical fragility beyond which you have any control?  Who you love and adore, whose morning smiles can make all the pain disappear?

Do you really know how mentally and physically and emotionally exhausting it is for special needs parents?   Maybe you are one, and you are reading this and nodding.   Maybe you don't care.   Maybe you are too practical and don't understand me.   I don't know.   I just want the world to know a few things....

I AM GRATEFUL.  FOR ALL HELP.  FOR ALL LOVE.  FOR LIFE.  FOR THE SIMPLE THINGS.  SOMETIMES I MAY NOT SHOW IT, BUT ITS USUALLY BECAUSE LIFE CONSUMES MY THOUGHTS.    JOHN AND I ARE VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY GRATEFUL.  HE FEELS LIKE A FAILURE AND FEELS DEPRESSED, ALOT BECAUSE OF HIS PRIDE AND WANTING TO DO IT ALL.   I AM CONSTANTLY TRYING TO GET HIM TO OPEN HIS HEART AND TRY NOT TO BEAT HIMSELF UP.   WHEN WE DO ASK FOR HELP, HE OFTEN GOES INTO DEPRESSION.

I HAVE DEPRESSION, A VERY BAD SITUATION. BEEN GETTING HELP FOR YEARS.  ITS LED INTO COMPLEX PHYSICAL PROBLEMS BUT I DEAL WITH IT.  HAVE NOT SLEPT MORE THAN 3-4 HOURS A NIGHT IN WHAT, 10 YEARS?  WHO KNOWS.

I LOVE MY FAMILY MORE THAN BREATHING AIR.

I NEVER PLANNED ON HAVING A CHILD THAT WOULD BE SUCH A BURDEN TO SOCIETY, FAMILY, FINANCES, AND SCHOOL ETC.   HE IS YOUR BURDEN APPARENTLY, BUT TO ME, HE IS MY CHILD.     HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL, INSIDE MY CONSCIOUS, THAT IF I HAD NOT CONTRACTED THIS STUPID CMV VIRUS, DANIEL WOULD HAVE BEEN BORN A NORMAL PERSON.   ULTIMATELY IT IS MY FAULT.  EVEN THOUGH I HAD NO CONTROL. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE WRITTEN THIS DOWN.

I AM HERE.  STILL HERE.  IN MY HOUSE.  CRYING ALOT. LAUGHING ALOT. HURTING LIKE CRAZY FROM MY STUPID PHYICAL EXHAUSTION.  STILL DREAMING OF BEING ON A WARM BEACH AND FEELING SORRY MYSELF, BECAUSE SOMETIMES I DO.  I ADMIT.  I FEEL BAD FOR MYSELF THAT I CAN'T HAVE YOUR VACATIONS AND LUXURIES, EVEN FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.  I AM STILL HERE, TRYING TO ROB PETER TO PAY PAUL TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX MY HOUSE SO THAT IT STAYS A HEALTHY ENVIRONMENT.

I WAKE UP EACH DAY, GIVING MYSELF THE "BE HAPPY" MANTRA.  AND PICK UP MY CAMERA AND VLOG, BECAUSE IT HELPS ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE A PURPOSE.

I AM TURNING 50 IN JULY.  I AM A MOM.  A WIFE. A FRIEND. A HUMAN BEING.

And is just wanting to keep your sick child alive, such a bad thing?  Where has everyone gone?

Oh.  And my dog Henry.  He is my best friend.   And sincerely, thank you, to those who have helped and cared over the years.



Julie Hasselberger

I am Julie Hasselberger.

They asked me for a "bio" and this is what I wrote.  Today is Thursday, May 21, 2015  

I am Julie Hasselberger. Mom of three children living in Sandy Hook, CT. I have a Bachelors degree in political science and an MBA with a concentration in Human Resource Management. In 2003 I left the full time corporate career world because my severely disabled child needed my attention, advocacy and care full time. I am outgoing, I love people, love music, and love God. I am a Christian and I believe that we have Hope through our saviour. Needless to say, my life is a daily struggle full of challenges that can be very overwhelming. I am always trying to get healthier, and that too is a tough battle as Daniel is just getting bigger. I love my children, Sarah, Daniel, and Thomas more than anything in this world. I have been married for 22 years to John Hasselberger, and marriage has its challenges dealing with differences in opinion and different personality issues. I've dealt with severe depression and anxiety for years, and I a true believer in "choosing happiness" NO MATTER HOW HARD.

I started vlogging regularly about a year ago to share my journey and my story. Its been a wonderful experience. My vlog is my main source of enjoyment these days, because I am capturing the daily life of my crazy family.

Life as a Mom to a severely disabled child is very isolating and lonely. You feel disconnected and on another planet all together. I cry ALOT but I laugh more.

I love to make friends... and its funny how I basically spend actual time with, none. But I have found so many friends who want to be there for me in the You Tube community and through my Special Needs support groups.

In life you never know what to expect. What matters most is love. It can be challenging when people who are closest to you dont "get you".... and the bills certainly have NO MERCY for people caring for disabled children in their own homes, giving up their lives for their children. Welcome to America.

Life is beautiful. Despite all of the negative people around us, the negative world we live in, we can choose to grab each moment and value it and love it. Live for now. Because the reality is truly this, all we have is what is now. The rest either is in the past, or in the future. One is gone, and the other is unknown. Love eachother now. Right now.

When Daniel turned 17 years old.....

On November 22, 2014 my son Daniel turned 17 years old.  Unlike most kids, having a birthday for Daniel has always been a challenge for me.  He doesn't eat via mouth, so food is not logical.  Gifts? Well we can get him things he needs, but he isn't really cognizant of what he needs.  We sing to him, he likes that.  We give him balloons, he loves balloons.  It's not typical.

Daniel is not able to speak.  But we know he loves to watch and look at everything.  The mall, in our case, the Danbury Mall in Danbury CT is his favorite spot to just take in the sensations, sights, sounds, smells, etc.  He goes into this really happy state when we take him into the mall.

So on his birthday my husband John, son Thomas, Daniel and I walked around in the mall.  We ran some errands, had some food, but the main purpose was for Daniel to enjoy being at the mall.

Last year, when he turned 16, he received over 800 cards from all over the world as a part of a "card shower" that we had started.  It then turned into gifts, and visits from many people who just wanted him to know that they loved him.  It was honestly, one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced, the opening of the mailbox daily to see piles of cards and pictures.  Wonderful.  This year we didn't do a card shower, I really just have been so incredibly busy and overwhelmed.

And Daniel received two cards, one from his grandparents, and one from his Best Buddy, Ryan Williams, who we have recently become friends with through the best Buddies program at Newtown High school.  Ryan also brought Daniel a Newtown Marching Band and Guard sweatshirt so he could wear it when he goes to watch Thomas.  That was really sweet, Ryan and his Mom visited for a while, and it was a nice visit.  He's a great kid.

Special needs children like Daniel, do not have the ability to ask for anything,  They can't make a list, and stress out your financial capabilities.  Daniel is sweet, and quiet.  He asks for absolutely nothing but finds joy in being with people.  Sometimes, he doesn't react and it seems as if he is just staring off into space looking at the ceiling.  Well, he probably is, but he is most definitely aware of the fact that people are with him.

And there is the mother guilt.  "I didn't do enough for him", "I should have done more for him"!!!

After all, the fact that he has been alive and with us for 17 years far outweighs the odds they set for him when he was a baby.  He is a miracle.  He is a great teacher of many many lessons.  He receives love so willingly and looks at you with eyes that are deep and probing and gentle.

My life is completely dedicated to Daniel.  Yes... don't get that wrong... Yes I am dedicated to my entire family, however, they have abilities and independence.  Daniel however, needs someone to be his everything.  To arrange everything.  To monitor, everything.  To manage everything.  That's me.  Julie Hasselberger.  I am Daniel's Mom.

Did I do enough for his birthday by surrounding him with balloons and taking him to the mall?  I don't know.  I don't know what "enough" is for Daniel.  I just know that I love him so very much.
So what, it was quiet.  We heard from Glen Schallman, with a lovely "Happy Birthday" song, and from the teachers and kids at school, who also said Happy birthday in a video.  His best buddy visited.  And on face book probably a hundred Happy Birthday Daniel wishes, but he can't read, so I have to read them to him.

He is 17 years old.  For me...  its incredible and I want to shout it out loud to the world.  But it seems as though over time, as special needs children get older, the world just isn't listening anymore.  The world has grown weary of helping, hearing, caring, being there.

THAT is why Daniel has me.  I will never stop being his completely devoted Mommy.  Everything else takes a back seat.  He matters the most.  And my role of Mommy to Daniel, AND Sarah, AND Thomas, continues to remain the focus of my life.  I wouldn't choose anything else.

Special needs children rarely have friends.  When they have a birthday, it seems as though each year people care less and less.  It was so quiet on November 22, 2014.  But, Daniel turned 17.  And he smiled alot.  He knows we love him.

Life is just that way.

Watch this video from our you tube channel, "Julie Hasselberger"  Daniel...goes to the bone doctor, every day is a new adventure.

Grateful hearts, prayers, loving gestures and soup

Today, is February 7, 2014

As a Mom I am often finding myself 
in a flurry of thoughts, ideas, concepts, things "to do", etc when the morning coffee has ignited my awake circuits.  And then the day hits in all its glory.  Get in the car, go do this, go do that, get back home, walk the dog, train the dog, make phone calls, clean dishes, laundry, get Daniels laundry done, make more calls, and then kaboom!  That ignition switch turns off and all of those wonderful little creative animals scurry back into the crevices of my brain to hide away until I can handle thinking of them again.

I get tired very easily.  To be a busy Mom is a giant job in itself.  And then to be a Mom of a 16 year old boy with a deformed brain, seizure disorder, gtube feeding schedule, daily therapy routines, nursing, doctors appointments, diagnostic tests, equipment, medication, and endless worries puts me right onto the ledge of "how much more can I take?"

I can't believe its February already. I truly do not understand where January disappeared to and honestly think there is some kind of cosmic conspiracy going on.  Then again, my memory has been questionable and my focus right there with it.  Those moments frustrate me when I see people in the grocery store who I definitely know and yet can not for the life of me remember why.  Usually hours later it hits me, OH YEAH, that's Jonie Smith, little Johnny's Mom from baseball 5 years ago. 

February has been walloped with snow this year.  This week as a matter of fact and that has been nothing short of a giant white chilly blanket of depression.  When you have a 4 week long sinus infection, and chronic fibromyalgia, the cold just stabs you like knives leaving you longing for a hot fire in the woodstove and someone to hug you. 

Its been cold too.  Not just normal winter cold but "ouch" the air hurts cold.  As I walk the dog along the trails we carve out for his little legs in the snow, the one thing I always notice is how brilliant the stars are.  Beautiful really.  I think it is the silence and the lack of leaves that makes the stars more pronounced.  Tonight the moon looked about half size and the snow was almost blue. No need for a flashlight.  My point, you ask?  By finding and holding onto the beauty and peacefulness I am able to sustain myself for the 5 minutes or less that I allow little Henry to pee or poop.  His feet get too cold.

February is suddenly here spitting out red hearts and chocolate displays for Valentines day.  On my desk of mess, lies a fold called "blessings basket".  Its pretty fat at the moment. It contains copies of checks, cards, gestures I've jotted down, and basically everything and everyone that I want to thank. People who have blessed our life with their kindness and loving gestures back to December, maybe even all the way back to Daniels WONDERFUL Birthday Card shower.  Each time I go into CVS or Big Y I look for pretty thank you cards, and pick up one or two.  I have lots of little kind words pop into my mind, and have so many things to say.  But I can't even get myself to comb my hair every day. Getting through this blessings basket is now my biggest goal.  I saw a billboard today with someone I know advertising their business, and thought to myself, wouldn't it be nice to just put Daniel's picture up there and say "THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT US"

Was it a pastor at church that gave a sermon about gratefulness that just stuck in my brain of molasses and fleeting thoughts?  Probably. The extremely important reality is the actual grateful heart that is inside my achy body.  Very grateful.  As I am writing this very blog, I wish I could record the sound of Daniel laughing hysterically on the monitor.  He is just happy, and looking around, like a silly teenager having a giggle fit because they are just so exhausted.  He has been strong this winter.  God's hands have held him with love and protection because not a single cough or fever has presented.  I am so grateful. 

There have been some spectacular miracles in my bubble, or on my "planet" this year.  Many of those miracles are simply people right here in Newtown and Sandy Hook.  People who read my words and realize that they are simply an expression of the love I have for my family.  It is difficult beyond measure to raise children like Daniel.  Some people have a hard time accepting help, accepting kindnesses from others.  But I know that God calls us to care for eachother.  Kindness counts and being thankful counts.  Through caring for others and through receiving care the concept of kindness is nurtured.  It is those who have least that often want to help others.  A thankful heart will do that do a person.  Many people just turn a cheek, because they have their own world to look after.  Each one of us has something.  A sick relative, financial problems, loss of a job, and the list is endless. 

I am digging deep for the words here to express the fact that God gives so much to us.  He blesses our lives with each other, with this place we live, with the food we eat and the clothes on our backs.  Who are we to hold onto everything and turn away from each other when there is need?  I do not just mean giving things, I mean giving of compassion. 

Daniel is a challenge for me.  I am 47 years old and I have dedicated my life to provide him with a life.  I am blessed to have him and he deserves my undivided attention and care.  All of my friends out there also with severely disabled children will nod a giant virtual nod when I say that the world does not help those who sacrifice themselves for the sake of others.  The money is sucked away from some big greedy money vacuum.  The cost of what medically fragile people need, and the stress it puts upon the families causes the unraveling of many families.  Sometimes there is barely money for food and gas.  Other times there is such lack of sleep and illness on my shoulders that I can't function.  There certainly are many days that I just fall down to my knees and pray to Jesus that I can't do this on my own.  He tells me to step out on faith.  I know He is with me.  The spiritual world is all around us.  We can see more miracles with a heart of gratefulness.  Try listing the things you are sincerely thankful for. That list will start with superficial things, and as you go on and on it will evolve into concepts, feelings and emotions.  Suddenly you find yourself thankful for someone who you have never thanked!!!  By thanking them, the karma is fed and miracles can continue. 

To end with a moment of thanks, my friend dropped off a bag full of frozen home made soups today at my door step.  It may sound crazy, but it was very exciting for me to have so many home made soups. I'm not the greatest cook.   But many hands made them, and I think that there is some beauty in that generosity.

We will continue on in the difficult journey.  I know that my pile is high and my burdens are growing.  We don't know where life will take us, because there is no savings plans, or retirement programs, or plans for the future.  There is only tomorrow.  If tomorrow Daniel stays healthy, happy and engaged in life.  Then that has to be enough.  Anything extra is a bonus.  We will probably never have that new kitchen, or leather living room chairs, or get rid of the 1970's wall paper.  But its only a physical house.  As much as I struggle with want, I aspire to being a person who is much more eager to give.  and to thank others.

Tomorrow I will try that Tortilla Soup.  Sounds delicious.

Special Needs Mom's 2014 Goals and dreams, bumping the track of stress

Yeah, so here it is. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 2014

Time to "start the resolutions"

When is minus 2 degrees outside the air hurts to breathe. I don't dare bring Daniel out because he doesn't regulate well.  So its winter and I get it.  We live in a place that is horrendously expensive and has weather that gets too cold to function in.  I wonder how many days out of the year I keep Daniel in the house to protect him from the elements. Probably alot.

The Holidays are over.  They were remarkably uneventful and relatively normal.  It goes without saying that the out going nature in me misses going to Christmas parties, out for dinners, and just doing fun things.  The big event was a trip with the kids to see Frozen.  Daniel really deserved to get out of the house and it was New Years Day.  That trip cost me $47 plus another $20. for food and that was WITH a free coupon for popcorn.   It is incredible to me to that many people go to the movies all the time.  Now, I LOVE movies, but have to watch them when they come to cable.  It's cool.  I almost never can get away anyhow.

Keys are falling off.

Crashes all the time

The holidays are usually a struggle and half ($$$).  This year we managed to get the kids a couple of things that they really wanted, but not everything.  It seemed like they were happy and satisfied and grateful.  Then there was the mysterious IPAD that was shipped anonymously by one of Santa's Elves to Daniel right before Christmas. The person sent it anonymously.   He loves it, and uses it for hours and hours.  The pay it forward, "acts of Kindness" runs rampant in this area.  I am so grateful for that gift for him, because there is no way we could afford one.  In fact, my laptop is an 9 year old Dell Inspiron that is slowly dying.  My dream lap top is a MAC book, because I would really like write more, and publish more videos.  My new years resolution is to become better at video blogging and making interesting videos.  However, it is virtually impossible on this old clunker.  My laptop is missing the R key.  What I type, I have to press ten times hard where the R used to be and it works.

Live to dream

I'm dreaming of a MacBook

Live to Dream

I don't know what to say about my goals and dreams.  I have them. Such as the big one, enroll in an RN accelerated program, start working out at a gym again, write down more information and ideas about how to take better care of Daniel, become a better wife and mother, get healthy,  and get myself a new lap top, and a new sophisticated video camera.   And I have already started the number one goal, which is to get my butt to church more often and make Christmas bigger than just the holiday.

So it sounds like its feasible yes?  It would all be perfect and I could be happier and healthier.  My kids especially Daniel would have a better life because I could provide more. I would have self satisfaction and self esteem improvement.  I would develop a new career that I love which would be flexible, that I could take with me to Florida someday. (SOMEDAY I DREAM)   I would look better.  I would sleep better.  I would have technology at my fingertips and it would allow me to do so much more for my family and for others.   So one of the biggest prayers I have, is asking God how can I get to this place when I don't have a

penny to my name.  The financial pressure and stress sucks my cash, and my energy. I have an insurance license for property and casualty but I completely dislike selling insurance.  I'm sick most of the time.  I am at least 70 pounds overweight.  The gym cost too much money.  Walking is ridiculously out of the question on a consistent basis. (um minus 2???)    I have zero credit because we are still dealing with serious issues from past debt and medical bills.  My cars are falling to pieces, well, mostly the Windstar.

This, my friends, is just an example.  Have a goal, hit a wall.  Have a dream? Feel it die. Want to progress? It all cost money.  But the real hard part is Daniel.  Daniel could be enrolled in swimming programs and be stronger. If I could afford it.  Daniel would have better therapy, and would go to external programs that would help him stand better, get stronger, move more.  Daniel would have more technology and more time for learning.  Daniel would be 100 times more advanced than he is, if I just had the time and money and health.   I look at him sometimes and I feel sick to my stomach because he has so much potential to do SO MUCH more and I just can't get to that point.

I DONT KNOW HOW TO CARRY DANIEL ACROSS THE GAP!!!!

People let me tell you something, it is not a cliche or a robotic repetitive whine when I tell you that I want so much for my family, my children, my life, my marriage, my community, my world.  But raising a human being who is 100% reliant on you for their complete life and needs, is a BIG DEAL.

All of the things I dream for.  Wish for. Try to plan for. Fall tragically by the wayside because the resources are so lacking.  Just paying the basic life expenses is rough.  You want to stay in your house? Well, yes, I do because the schools are outstanding for Thomas, and Daniel is still a part of the schools, and we couldn't sell it if we wanted to anyhow.  Plus it is modified for accessibility, partly.

Hear me. Please.  I have goals that to many would simply be the swipe of a credit card, done.  The writing of a check, there you go.  But I am stuck in a perpetual rythym of stress that prevents any of the next steps from progressing.  It's about money.  It's about health.  It's about exhaustion from trying.

My blood pressure is high now, and I am on a pile of medications for "stuff".  It's ridiculous because our medical costs are rising for Daniel, and for Julie.  It could be the other way around.  Yes.  A laptop, the mortgage, a reliable car, a new education, a commitment to health, and I will say, etc.   Yes my world would flip upside down if I could break the cycle.

But how do I do that?  How?  SuperMom only has so many waking hours.  Every penny is needed just to feed us and keep us warm.   How do I grab those dreams and push forward for my son.  FOR MY SON, when I can't even get credit enough, or a loan, or a job.   I rattle and shake myself trying to figure it out.  They say "you are doing such a great job taking care of Daniel Julie."  Thank you, I say.  But in my head I think NO.  NO I'M NOT. His hamstrings are tight, he needs to be in water, he needs to do more, see more, learn more.  There are thousands of things I could be doing for him.

And all I can do, is take a nap, and pray that my debit card works because I need to pick up prescriptions.  Perhaps there is a helping force out there that could bump me onto the track of my dreams and goals.  I was there once in my life.  Bump me into a place where things are possible, and my enthusiasm and hope returns. Perhaps in a Dr. Suess kind of world I would find someone to lift my dust spec up and save me.

It's minus 2.  My laptop just crashed twice.  My pointer finger hurts from hitting that R key.  I have stress because of the above mentioned things and I am going to spend the next hour trying to destress and get my blood pressure down.   Sigh.  Where is my bump to my dreams?

Daniels Finger Print Tree

A BIG decision, being Christlike, Fibromyalgia, and Happy Birthday Daniel

November 13, 2013

It's cold outside, the chill and gray colors have slowly replaced our warm fall leaves and yesterday we had our first little snow fall in the morning.

I remember last year, anticipating Daniel's surgery with great fear but with great excitement as well. And now a year almost later, he has shown that it was definitely a great decision.

Daniels spine AFTER

Daniel's spine before!!

 

Making great decisions is not always that simple. There can be great risks involved that really completely lie on your shoulders. The life or death decisions for your child.  But I have felt all throughout Daniel's life that having a concept of "giving him the BEST quality of life that we can" has to continue to be the focus.  It doesn't mean we want him to do things that we do, even if he can't, like forcing him to eat and aspirate. It means preventing illnesses and dangers that will make him sick, and possibly fatally sick.

My life has been a non stop road of managing Daniel's care, dealing with troubled emotional relationships, facing the demons of depression, living in a world as a complete anomaly as a Mom. For instance,always being the only Mom pushing the wheelchair across the Night Hawks football

Daniel at football, number one fan, always with an entourage

field, accepting myself as a caregiver and accepting that I left a career behind to care for my child, desperately trying to make ends meet financially since only one full time job doesn't pay it all when you have a medically fragile child in your home, non stop advocacy and management of so many issues in the special needs world I simply can't list it, being there for my daughter as she went through High School and into college,

Sarah's graduation day 

and being there for my youngest son as he moves into his teen years.  Of of course there is a marriage of 21 years full of ups and downs with many days where I just cry myself to the point of dehydration, and then we face eachother and agree that we need to keep trying and do still have love, but need to heal,  and managing the home.

Probably should also mention, that I have been stricken with incredibly bad fibromyalgia to the extent that some days I am so stiff and in so much pain that I can't function.  The pain limits my enthusiasm for exercise, and my tendency to eat my emotions leads to weight gain.  Weight gain makes it harder to breath at night and then you don't get enough oxygen, and that prevents or slows down weight loss.   I spend every day in pain.  And sometimes the pain management is helpful, but other times nothing seems to help.

So the cold just rips through me like knives.  It is bad.  But I never falter in my daily trek of getting up to change Daniel and get him ready for school. 

Now we face the end of the 2013 year.  So much has happened since this time last year.  Good things and bad things.  Today, I am focused on birthdays that are coming. Sarah is 18 on November 20th. And Daniel is 16 on November 22nd.  

John says there will be no bonus for Christmas this year, and honestly I can't even think that far ahead. I have too many things juggling in every crazy direction.  I am in such a bad financial state most of the time, that just keeping things running is a great achievement.  Sometimes, it gets good, but then whammy bam bang boom, something goes wrong. Again.  And I carry on.

Working flexibly part time now, has been an interesting adventure.  I became licensed at the end of September for Property and Casualty, auto, home, life, etc.  for Allstate Insurance with an agency in Monroe, CT.  I really like the agent in the office, but he hasn't been able to pay me since August due to cash flow struggles. He is a great insurance agent, but his partner died in December 2012, and its been a rough road for him.   So ironically I'm working for free when I really need to be doing other critical Daniel related things.  And the money I am earning, is supposed to be paying bills.  I don't know what I am going to do.   

Isn't it ridiculous that my dream is to get myself into an excelerated BSN program and become a nurse.  If I can embrace the ugliest parts of the medical world, many which I have seen, I know that would completely love it.  

All I want to do is find a career where I can give back to the world.  I'm not sure that insurance is that place.   So how do I wriggle my way out of this when I can't seem to get to the end of each of month with a panic attack followed by a few days of meditation and prayer to revitalize my soul.  

So many people over the years have reached out to help Daniel.  In my heart, every time it happens, I just want to turn around and say God, What can I do?  How can I be your vehicle to give back.   

And the answer to giving back is never quite clear. Except sometimes a miracle happens when a child will meet Daniel, and learn about the world of a medically fragile child like Daniel, and that child will take on the task of volunteering, and helping a child like Daniel.  Years later, I learn that some of these kids are doing all sorts of volunteer work, and in a round about kind of way...letting them know Daniel, has given back.

I am just a 47 year old woman.  I'm no where near perfect.  I have many flaws, but I'm also not the career driven person that I was back in 2000.  I have an MBA, in Human Resources.

Before Work one morning...

Not only did I complete my degree while working full time, I was integrally a part of executive management and I truly most enjoy the training and development part of my job.  People make me tick, helping people, seeing them succeed.  There was nothing more exciting that promoting someone who had worked so hard, and seeing their face light up during that meeting when we promoted them.  I loved my job.  

As time went by, however, little Daniel in daycare became bigger Daniel with seizures, surgeries, sicknesses, and school issues.  His needs would make me worry at work.  Phone calls would come and I would have to leave, always promising to come in at 6 the next day.  My company didn't care about Daniel.  And the race home to Newtown worrying about him, because so bad that I would pray for changes.  

Daniel had his first hip surgery in 2004 I think??  I don't remember exactly. But by then I was no longer working.  I remember sitting with him, right after that double hip osteotomy and hamstring lengthening, and watching him in pain. I would demand that the nurses get the pain team, because he was having a reaction to morphine, and I learned how aggressive I needed to be to help my son.  It was during that stay at Yale when looking into Daniel's eyes I promised him I would be completely there for him.  No more nanny, just Mom.  No matter what it would take.

Now this also came at a time when our medical bills were so enormous, and our other bills were piled high, and we had exhausted all resources to make minimum payments, and more kept coming.  John's insurance didn't cover everything.  Daniel had to go on a long long waiting list for state insurance through a title 19 waiver.  So it was 5 more years of hell.  Of almost losing the house, of filing a partial bankruptcy to clear out the giant pile of debt, thankfully keeping the house and assets.  Well, whatever assets there were.  We had a very helpful and compassionate lawyer who helped us get through a bad time.   And of course, any past debt issues like that haunt you for years, resulting in problems from a parent perspective with Sarah's college.   I just keep going.  It's all you can do.  And I say it, again, and again, and again, and again, "this society, our social programs, our country, does not care about the middle class families who have this type of extremely debilitating circumstance." They want us to be living in poverty with absolutely nothing before they provide any help."   I posted an interview with Russell Brand a little while back, on one of my blog entries.  I won't keep going on that topic.  It makes me cry.

At some point, once I had become full time advocate, Mom, financial manager, care giver of Daniel, something inside my body triggered the Fibromyalgia.  I began hurting physically.  Hurting all the time.  Depression got worse, and I was not sleeping.  Everything got harder and harder, even though I tried to keep a smile on my face.  I kept wondering WTF am I being punished for now? 

As I've mentioned in the past, Daniel had a virus in utero called CMV, Cytomeglia Virus. It attacked the formation of his brain. The virus came from me, obviously.  And it is quite logical that the virus also was the trigger for the onset later in life, of the Fibromyalgia.  There is medical evidence, even though no one can admit it.  If YOU have never heard of CMV, and you are pregnant or planning on having children...please educate yourself about it.

So the journey goes on.

 Julie managing pain. Julie managing Daniel. Julie managing Sarah and Thomas with all of their unique needs and dreams. Julie managing the financial state of affairs. Julie reaching out for help. Julie going to years of pyscho therapy, which I am not afraid to admit.  And Julie begging her husband to deal with his own depression, anger, and physical issues...all to no avail.  So the anger cycle in the house was never broken, and Julie had to do all of the above, always never knowing when an explosion would rock the house.   With compassion, and patience, praying for her husband to understand things from her, well, from MY point of view.  I'm not sure that he has ever accepted the fact that I believe Daniel needs a full time care giver and "manager" per se.   He blames all of our problems on my decision not to work full time.  Which is completely ridiculous in my opinion based on all that I have done for Daniel's life.

So you see, there is so much when you peel away at the layers.  One thing attributing to another thing...  complicated.  I have always been a type A person, wanting to resolve problems. Desiring to talk things through. Advocate of therapy. Wanting to put things out there and face things.  But within my midst was the opposite point of view.  Such as, keep things private. We do not discuss our family issues in public.  Things should be kept quiet. People should take care of their own, and not others. And so on.  This, to me, is a torturous and lonely existence.  Because I believe that God calls us to be brothers and sisters.  I believe that we are on this earth together as one, and part of our love for Jesus is to let him live through us.  That is my spirituality. I don't prescribe to a list of specific "you must do this, and you must do that" or else you do not get into Heaven.  

ON my baptism day at Walnut Hill  community Church

I have let my spiritual self evolve by opening my eyes to the Lord and letting his spirit guide me.  A personal relationship.  And through our personal relationship with God, he calls on us to be loving and to help eachother.


So, no, I will never live in a bubble of "our family is a quiet, non spoken, private, affair".  As you clearly can see, I affirm that in my approach to life.

As do many many other great prophets, philosophers, and just people in general.  But needing eachother, and helping eachother, we are learning and growing in Christ.  To be Christlike, to me anyhow, does not mean to just care about yourself.  

And so, I reach out. I embrace others. I love the children, and the animals. I ask for help because I honestly and completely need help. The universe will present to me a miracle some times, and other times I face stress.  I love this town of Sandy Hook, CT. It is my home.  It is the home of my family.  I do not want to leave here, because the schools and the teachers are so incredible.  My friends and neighbors are beautiful people.  Yes, it is the place where tragedy struck on 12/14/12 and yet, the compassion and love that emerged from that surely made the bonds much tighter.   So I do everything I can to keep my house, to provide for my family, to support my husband while he works so very hard at his job, and to, again, keep the concept going of "giving Daniel the best quality of life that we can".

No matter what it takes.  

Please send a birthday card to Daniel, he is turning 16 on November 22 and we are having a "Card Shower" for him.

35 Bennetts Bridge Road
Sandy Hook, CT  06482

Thank you, if you are one of my friends who has come to the end of this blog entry.  I love you.  I am so grateful for friendships, for prayer, and people who genuinely understand how hard this journey is.  I will be forever grateful and forever have you in my prayers.  

Wow.  All that I just wrote there..  Came out of me like lava.  lol.

Here on Bennetts Bridge Road,Sandy Hook, CT where "raising Daniel Hasselberger" comes from..... please read

It is part of things.  You know, history.  Things that happen.  And as much as we become soldiers of resolving to choose love, and to be kind, history can not be changed.  Each moment, becomes history.  We are creatures, who for the most part, want to live a life of love.  A life where we fulfill whatever our interests are, and support whatever our goals are.  And then really bad things happen.

Here, on Bennetts Bridge Road in the small town of Sandy Hook, CT we had just moved across town and into this house when September 11, happened. My youngest was only 6 months old.  It was such a profoundly horrific thing that all life just stopped as we knew it.  People, being people, got back out there and back to their lives.  But I'm sure there are many, directly affected, who are never ever going to face the day in any way remotely close to how it was on September 10, 2001.  I remember so many shocking and strange memories and feelings from that day.  But I didn't see the smoke, hear the crashing of the planes, see bodies falling from the buildings, feel the earth shake as the towers fell, or stand for weeks with a lit candle praying for a lost loved one.  

On November 8, 2008, a beautiful young man, at the tender age of 13 was taken from us too suddenly.  A neighbor, a friend, a vibrant and smart young man.  He had ridden the bus with my daughter since we had moved here, and she started first grade.  His passing altered her reality and security, for the rest of her life.  I know that there was so much pain not expressed, but it was not supposed to happen.  A 13 year old boy, sudden and tragic, doesn't die and leave his family.  We miss him.  We think of him.  We pass his family's home every single day.  And I recall shuddering and crying for his Mom.  And I recall that my daughter would never again ride the bus to middle school without him there anymore.  History.  A moment in time that didn't just mark an event, it marked a significant change in the path of a plan for a happy future.  Sandy Hook, CT mourned the loss of this child, but time went by.  He has been remembered, and honored.  And will always be a part of who we are.


But, last December 14, 2012, when Adam Lanza, a neighbor, decided to take his family guns and go on a murderous rampage in a quiet sleepy little town, history became black. Dark. Painful. A black hole of confusion. Wonderful families with plans of great futures, losing their 6 and 7 year olds.  And teachers, just doing their jobs and supporting their own families, became heroes, and loss lives too.  All right here.  All within a few miles of where I sit and write about "Raising Daniel Hasselberger".   As I drive down my road now, I pass the home of our friend who passed in 2008, and I pass the homes of 4 or 5 neighbors who buried a child less than a year ago.  And as much as we pull together our healing resolve, trust me, this is an incredible town, it still hurts us.  We all remember where we were that morning, what we were doing, where we were driving.  There is always a sickish feeling when I pass the Sandy Hook fire department and the road that lead to that school.  Because my kids went there.  And it was a happy wonderful place for them.  And its now a black, solemn place, hallowed ground.  Evil walked there.  And no one else wants to.

I was tending to Daniel then, who was very ill and in the hospital.  Now, he is quite well.  And we are so pleased with how much better he is as we face this Fall.

But history, even though it is the past, pulls at our hearts when we least expect it to.  Sandy Hook, CT sometimes feels like just another town, roads I pass to get to the bank, gas station, grocery store, schools...  And other days, there are reminders that you see in the form of remembrance stickers and magnets on the back on almost all cars.  Green.  Green and white for Sandy Hook.   It will never be the same here.  How could it ever.  Nor should it ever.  History changed the road.  But we still live here.

And in my house on Bennetts Bridge Road I raised my daughter, and did my best to give her as much as I possibly could.  Even though we struggle and scrape, her future was so very important to me, to get her out of this town, and somewhere else with new history to make and face.  And in my house on Bennetts Bridge Road, I am watching this young man named Thomas, emerge.  He is brilliant at music, bass instruments likes Baritone sax and Trombone.  Great kids, a part of the flow of the school system, participating in so many activities, mostly related to music and the arts.   And also in this house, we are raising Daniel.  Daniel who will never speak words, who will never express to us how life is affecting him.  He just watches.  His eyes absorb. His ears hear. His hands feel.  And I admire his never ending smiles that come at the times when you think he really should not be smiling now.  All of those surgeries, all of those physical and mental impairments, all of those seizures, and spasms, and cramps, and pains.  And he laughs like he has just heard the best joke ever, every day.

Does history change a child like Daniel?  I don't know how much he is mentally aware of bad things. But I do know that he senses my physiological changes.  He participated in activities designed to help the kids heal and persevere.  He met the Giants!!!  Did he really know who they were?  Maybe.  But they treated him like a king and it made me feel included that day.   Daniel wakes up to the same routine, pretty much every day.  And most of his day is spent monitoring his physical status.   I never knew if he understood fully the change to our community, but I do know that the dogs who came into his room significantly affected him.  There were a few who like him particiularly alot.     And next thing we know, to make a long story shortened, a beautiful dog was donated for him from Ohio.   History made that happen.  Without 12/14 we would not have had dogs in school.  Without Dogs, we wouldn't have seen how much a service dog would change his life, and now that we have Henry.  Well, he is just this beam of joy and intelligence.  He has a calming effect on all of us.   Because raising Daniel in the sense of surviving financially is stressful. Painful. and just plain crappy sometimes.   Henry, has lightened the load, except for the vet bills and the expensive dog food.

History.  Loss.  Pain.  Shock.  Grief.  The sun comes up, the sun goes down.  We who have faith believe that God is holding us up, somehow, as we say good bye.  Like we did to our friend Ryan last week.  Daniel's only friend in school.  So soon. Too soon.  And I am no longer questioning if Daniel is mentally aware when changes happen, I am certain that he is aware.  He has missed Ryan so much.  And the energy from that wonderful boy is now in another form.

So here, on our road, on Bennetts Bridge Road, in Sandy Hook, CT we have experienced 9/11/01,  me being terminated because I had a disabled son, financial hardship in great form, countless surgeries for Daniel, seizures, pneumonias, many late night 911 calls, the loss of dear dear Brennan, the loss of my brother in spirit, Ed Muratti, more sickness and exhausting sleep deprivation, and December 14 of last year.  And now, most recently, the loss of our friend Ryan, also a Newtown student now in Heaven.

So we release an orange balloon into the sky.  We see the balloons marking special birthdays.  We cry.  We try to be joyful.  It's really pretty damn fucking confusing for me, most of the time.   I'm happy, I'm sad, I'm inspirational, I need help, and I do not have a choice.   I must get up.  I must change that diaper and smile at the sunshine filled boy's face.  And carry on.   Because I believe that if we do not live our life with JOY then evil wins.

And joy, is a part of history too.  Far more than we give it credit for.   That is why I do what I do. I am a Mom, with a goal of happiness for the future of my family.  I know its a big pipe dream to think we will ever rise above the clog of beaurocracy and neediness, but as long as I see that smile it puts wood on my fire.

How do you perceive history.  Sandy Hook, CT has become somewhat of an anomoly.  And I end this by saying that losing a child or a close family member is horrible.  And the pain still feels fresh forever, and prayers are needed.  For those who are quietly suffering from what one evil moment in time did to shatter their lives.