Category: lifestyle

  • A Mindset Change

    A Mindset Change

    A few weeks ago, my tennis coach suggested that I switch to a two-handed backhand.

    Growing up in Florida, I have played tennis for most of my life. However, it was only a few years ago that I started taking lessons. Before that, like most kids, I just figured it out. There was no proper technique, and my swings developed organically to be serviceable enough to get the ball back over the net consistently. Even without a perfect swing, my speed allowed me to cover the court well, resulting in many years of enjoyable, semi-competitive tennis.

    My backhand was my weaker side, but my one-handed swing had a natural slice I could take advantage of by turning it into a drop shot with heavy backspin. It would be difficult for my opponent to react when I hit that shot, especially if they were further back on the court. The downside, however, was that I didn’t have a powerful, controlled backhand to push my opponent, meaning if I didn’t hit the drop shot, they could usually return it.

    After a few years of working on my one-handed backhand, I had improved the power and control and reduced the amount of slice, but the lifetime of muscle memory continued to creep into my swing. Rather than continue fighting against that programming, my coach suggested I try something completely different.

    Switching to the two-handed backhand was like starting from scratch. The grip on the racquet was completely different. My body position and the angle at which I approached the ball changed, and initially, I couldn’t hit the ball cleanly. I would be too close to or too far from the ball, and it would make contact with the frame or neck of the racquet. When I made contact, I launched it off the court or into the net. It felt as if I had never played tennis before.

    After a few minutes, the ball started to carry over the net and land in the court. At first, it seemed random, but then more and more balls landed in. Although not perfect, I had a usable new two-handed backhand by the end of that lesson.

    After years of working on my previous backhand, it seemed strange to make so much progress so quickly. It’s not that my old swing hadn’t improved with the effort, but progress was slow because so much energy was spent unlearning bad habits, which added friction to the process. But with a completely different swing, I had no bad habits to unlearn. I could focus on building something new rather than bending the old way of doing things.

    It is difficult to know when to try to improve what isn’t working or when to stop and try something new. The old way is familiar and comfortable, even if it’s not working. It often feels like an epiphany is right around the corner that will get you over the hump. The sense of progress and a breakthrough always around the corner can be a trap that keeps you on a slow backroad when there is a highway that can get you to your destination faster.

    Part of the mindset change is picking the right destination. When I started, my goal seemed to be improving my existing backhand, but that prescribes a specific solution and limits other possibilities. Instead, my goal should have been to become a better tennis player. That simple mindset change opened up other options to help me reach my goal, including the option to throw away my old backhand and learn a completely new one. That approach took me out of my comfort zone and off those familiar backroads, but I can still see my destination ahead of me, and I’m getting there much faster on the highway.

    The same mindset change works in other environments, too. At work, there are often solutions looking for problems or the wrong problems being chased. Especially when the solution is prescribed by a person of influence, it can be hard to get an organization to stop and consider a change in mindset. Successful companies can ask the right questions and adjust their course.

    The ability to adjust course is also important at home, especially with a child with special needs. Forcing my son to use traditional methods to improve his academics didn’t work, especially if the goal was to have him be successful in a traditional environment. Even if he was making incremental progress with those methods, it was a backroad to a destination we would likely never reach. Instead, exploring other approaches led us to find a school tailored to unique learners, and taking a different approach dramatically improved his reading, comprehension, and math.

    Of course, it’s not always that easy. My son loves hockey and has a personal goal to make it into the NHL, but his physical limitations make that an impossibility, at least as a player. It’s unlikely that any mindset change will give him the balance and stamina he needs to become a proficient skater and player. However, there are many ways to be involved in the NHL, such as as a trainer, coach, or other support staff. There are also ways to play hockey that don’t involve skating, such as ball hockey. In that case, a mindset change helps focus on an achievable destination and opens up a world of options to help reach it.

    If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

    Wayne Dyer
  • 10 Years

    10 Years

    We’re coming up on the 10th anniversary of our son’s first seizure.

    When he was nine years old, we marked the milestone of half of his life being with seizures and half of his life being without seizures. Now, he has lived more than 2/3 of his life so far with seizures. We barely remember a time before.

    When his seizures first started, there were times when we didn’t think we would see another day, never mind another year. The first few years were filled with countless emergency room visits, long hospital stays, extensive therapies, medications, related side effects, special diets, and surgery. Our son was broken down into his basic parts but stayed intact through the love and support of the people around us.

    The next few years were about staying afloat, with a pandemic mixed in because things weren’t hard enough. The seizures never went away. We struggled to find him a school, a community, and friends as he drifted further from his peers in academics and social interactions.

    These past few years, we have gone from staying afloat to building. We moved to the suburbs where we have more space. We found him a school that has accepted him and helped him learn and grow academically and socially. He graduated 8th grade. He has friends. While we don’t know what it will look like, he has a future. For so many years, that was just another “f-word.”

    10 years. 10 years of little sleep, lots of worry and struggle, but also lots of love. 10 years of personal growth to become a better father and husband. 10 years to feel like we might see 10 more years after we weren’t even sure we would get even 1.

    Regardless of what the past 10 years have looked like, I am grateful for each and every one of them.

  • For the First Time in Forever

    For the First Time in Forever

    A few weeks ago, I was sitting on a beach with my wife.

    That, in itself, was not exceptional. We love the ocean and have been on beaches literally around the world. What made it exceptional, though, was that our son was 1,500 miles away.

    This was the first time my wife and I had gone on a vacation without him since our son was born.

    He is 14.

    We’ve spent a night away before. Our son would stay with my parents once they moved to Pennsylvania or with my mother-in-law when she was in town. But only for a night. For many reasons, we weren’t comfortable with him staying longer than that, and we had no one near us with whom we felt comfortable leaving him longer.

    Over the past few years, however, we’ve reconnected with one of my cousins, who is one of the nicest, most amazing people I know and who has developed a wonderful relationship with my son. It makes sense because her mother is also an amazing person. My aunt is a former teacher who taught me cursive and who gave me a dictionary at Christmas when I was 10. That is still one of my favorite gifts I have ever received.

    When we asked my cousin if she would watch our son, she said “yes” without hesitation. My wife and I could barely contain our excitement when we told our agent to book the trip. And while I expected that there would be anxiety leading up to our departure, it turned out to be minimal. Instead, we handled the logistics of medicine schedules and came up with options for things they could do together while we were gone, including a baseball game.

    From leaving for the airport until we walked back in the door, my wife and I could enjoy our trip knowing that our son was in good hands. True to his burgeoning independence, we received minimal texts and FaceTime calls, but they were enough to know that he was safe and happy, giving us space to be alone together for the first time in forever.

    Princess Anna was right.

    For the first time in forever
    There’ll be magic, there’ll be fun

    For the First Time in Forever“, Disney’s “Frozen”, 2013
  • Milestones

    Milestones

    The Latin is “milia passuum,” meaning a thousand paces. The Romans also erected stone markers at mile intervals to notify the passerby of distances covered or the number of miles to go to reach their destination.

    The Lower Merion Historical Society

    We sat in our chairs among other parents, siblings, grandparents, and friends. The gymnasium was filled with nervous energy as we waited for the ceremony to begin.

    It was a day that we weren’t sure would ever happen. For 10 years, my son struggled with unrelenting seizures, medication side effects, and behavioral issues. After he was stabilized, although never seizure-free, he faced social and intellectual challenges in learning environments tailored for students who were not like him. At the same time, my wife and I fought school districts that seemed motivated to make him disappear. That was until we found his current school.

    For the past 3 years, he was in a place where he belonged. He was in a place that saw him for who he was and celebrated it. He was surrounded by peers on similar journeys and was able to bond, make friendships, and learn. When we received the results of his recent neuropsychology test, it showed progress. He was below his grade level, but there was progress. After his testing a few years ago, the doctors predicted only regression. We started looking at functional schools, assuming the academics would be too challenging. That was until we found his current school.

    As I took it in, Pomp and Circumstance began playing, and the room collectively turned to face the door. Our son, dressed in his blue suit and tie that matched the school colors, led the procession of 8th-grade graduates to the stage.

    I looked at the faces of the families around me in the gym. I listened as they spoke about their experiences with the school and how proud they were of their children for reaching this milestone. My heart swelled as I watched the video the school made, combining pictures and videos of the students being interviewed about what they learned and what they would take away from their experience at the school.

    When it was time to hand out diplomas, I walked to the back of the room and hid behind my camera. I’ve gotten to know many of the graduates and their families, and I knew it would be emotional for everyone.

    There is a tradition at the school where the teachers put together an acrostic poem using each student’s name. As each student stood on the stage, teachers took parts to read. Every line of every poem showed how well they knew each student with a great mix of pride, humor, and recognition.

    My son was the last to the stage. He stood tall as he climbed the steps, but I could tell he was nervous. The anticipation of this day and this moment had been building for weeks. As he stood to the side, the teachers read his poem, which, appropriately, included a Marvel reference. He looked so happy when he received his graduation certificate, and he and his teachers exchanged big, warm hugs.

    And then it was done. Students, faculty, and families came together and filled the gym with love, and pride, and gratitude. I found my son in the crowd and he fell into my arms as I gave him a long hug. My wife came over and we all embraced and shared the moment as a family.

    There are milestones and there are MILESTONES, and this was definitely the latter. It is a moment set in stone to let us know how far we have come along our journey, even if we don’t know how far we have to go.

  • Relax, It’s Just Brain Surgery

    Relax, It’s Just Brain Surgery

    At a recent appointment, our neurologist suggested deep brain stimulation for our son.

    Brain surgery.

    A recommendation for another surgery was unexpected. We had just weaned off the Onfi and were down to only two seizure medications. The switch from keto to modified Atkins proved challenging to keep his ketones up, which is shifting us to a trajectory that will place him on a normal diet for the first time in almost 10 years. Still, with those changes, we haven’t seen an increase in seizures. Considering the toll puberty has taken on his body physically and emotionally, I was grateful to be where we were.

    But we’ve been at this long enough to know it’s not just about seizure freedom. Our focus has always been on finding the balance between seizures and quality of life, since heavily medicating him never stopped the seizures but turned him into a zombie. At one point, he was on 4 medications, the ketogenic diet plus the VNS, and even then, seizures would break through. That he can go to school and learn, play baseball and video games, and have a life at all is more than we could have hoped all those years ago, watching seizures wrack his tiny body.

    We also know that our choices aren’t just about the present. We also have to think about the future, and that future includes the potential dangers that come with uncontrolled seizures and epilepsy. Our son’s condition presents similar to Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome, and with that comes an increased risk of SUDEP.

    Any options that lower his risk but still allow him to have a life are worth exploring, especially because our list of options continues to shrink. I hope for continued advancements in technology and medication; deep brain stimulation is a good example. It wasn’t an option for children with epilepsy until recently, but now it is being offered for our son.

    Which brings us back to…brain surgery.

    I’m not sure what I expected before we met with the neurosurgeon. Correction: I expected brain surgery to include opening up our son’s skull with power tools. When the surgeon explained what the surgery actually entailed, I felt a sense of relief. Other than the fact that, yes, things would be inserted into our son’s brain, it sounded similar to the VNS surgery. It also helped that the surgeon, the same surgeon who did our son’s VNS surgery, is the epitome of cool and has done the surgery enough that it sounds like he’s describing a routine task.

    I’d imagine it would be the same as a pilot describing how to land an airplane. Sure, it makes sense, but there’s enough awareness and humility on my part to know that a) I can’t do it and b) you obviously know what you’re doing, so I can relax and let you land the plane.

    I left the consultation feeling less overwhelmed and in favor of the procedure. We also talked to our son about it because he’s old enough to have an opinion about his body. He had a few basic questions but did not hesitate before agreeing to the surgery.

    And, with that, the decision has been made.

    Let’s land this plane, doc.