Thank You For Your Prayers My Son’s Tumor Has Shrunk March 24, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, awesomeness, Domestic Church, family, General Catholic, Glory, Grace, thanksgiving.
There were a range of options of what might come out of my son’s follow-up MRI for the brain tumor discovered after he had a massive seizure 6 weeks ago, and aside from a total miracle (the tumor being completely gone) we got about the best possible option – the tumor is smaller and certainly appears both benign and stable. The shrinkage was probably due to swelling associated with the original seizure going away, but that means this tumor isn’t aggressive and isn’t growing at any appreciable rate.
So now we’ll just keep on keepin’ on, my son will get MRIs at three month intervals now and he’ll continue on the Keppra anti-seizure medication. He’s been doing awesome, his reading has gotten at least back to baseline and in fact is probably surpassed where he was before the seizure. It was a blessed day all around. I thank all of you so much for your prayers and ask if you would continue them, since this is still a serious situation and eventual surgery remains a strong possibility. But the longer that can be put off the better, and if prayer we hope it will never be needed.
Thank you all again, from the bottom of my heart, from a terrible shock and of course worry this has turned out just about as best as could have been imagined. And we of course thank God that He has seen fit to insure that my son is at least stable and that his health can be pretty easily managed so we may – I pray – enjoy our time together for many years to come.
A Little Peak at Why Texans Love Their State So Much March 10, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, Art and Architecture, awesomeness, family, foolishness, fun, General Catholic, history, Latin Mass, silliness, Society, Victory.
I lived in Idaho for a year and worked at a place that, because it was such a craptastic nightmare of pollution and amazing danger, had to recruit across the entire nation to bring in a flood of new engineers to replace those who constantly left. So I wound up being a new hire working with people from Arizona, California, Michigan, etc.
Now I was actually replacing a previous UT grad who just bled “Texas is Awesome” all over the place. He DROVE 24 hours or so back home at least every 2 or 3 months. He bragged Texas up one side and down the other. After he left and they hired me, I was fairly homesick. I, too, lamented having to leave Texas and especially Austin (OK, a, it was different then, and b, I was all of 22), and probably described how awesome it was. And it drove my co-workers nuts. They kept asking me, “what’s so great about it, what’s so great about it?” I had a hard time describing it.
I think those who haven’t lived here for an appreciable length of time can comprehend the extent of the love affair many Texans – natives or transplants – have for this place. As to the why…….it’s hard to explain. Texas has its own, very dramatic, history. It was an independent nation. It is huge. The food is varied and awesome (Whataburger!). The women are gorgeous, prettier than any other state I’ve been to, though some other southern states come close. Cowboys, the oil industry, the ranching, Hispanics that have been in Texas longer than Mexico has been a nation, the huge wide open sky which some easterners used to tall trees and narrow vistas find oppressive.
It has the most varied geography of pretty much any state in the union including maybe even Alaska and California. You can be in deep East Texas piney woods that look like Alabama, the Rocky Mountains, or flat unbroken scrub brush desert. But the heart of it all, the prettiest, best part, to me, anyway, is the Hill Country. I fell in love with the Hill Country in college and have adored it ever since.
The people are generally awesome, too, but we are getting too many and the urban areas have become more and more generic Top 10 market type places. So don’t think about moving here! There’s snakes everywhere and black widows and you have to rinse the sand out of your coffee cup every morning and its hotter n’ blazes n……..
Seriously, Texas also has a deep Catholic heritage that the fading protestant majority has tried to minimize but which this video gives at least some recognition to. It’s from the early 60s and is in good color. You can see the fields of wild bluebonnets that are just about to start blooming, among the Indian Paintbrush and the Firewheel and Mexican Hat and others. There is even a brief shot of a TLM at an ancient mission in South Texas. German immigrants, of which my wife is a pureblood descendant, get a mention. Her father is one of the dwindling speakers of Texas German.
Texans I think will really enjoy this video, even though it is possibly a bit hokey and juvenile. Outsiders will lament and gnash their teeth in great jealousy. Clear streams with white limestone bottoms, oak and cedar trees, white rock cliffs and rolling coastal pastures, mountain laurels…….my wife and kids are going to Pipe Creek next week, and I have to stay and work. I know everything will be wonderfully in bloom. Waaaahhhhh!
Not Exactly What You Want to See Outside Your House at Night February 28, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, disaster, family, foolishness, Immigration, sickness, Society.
So, this happened:
That was the scene outside my house about 9:30 last night. First rapidly approaching police sirens, then a loud crunch, then looking outside the window to find first one policeman with weapon drawn and then within seconds 2, 3, 5, 7, 8 police SUVs screeching to a halt. Well. I wonder what that’s all about.
Did I run and grab a handgun? Yes, yes I did. Forgot the body armor, though, but the police had things under control within seconds, so there’s that. I mean, for a brief instant, I had thoughts of someone(s) bailing out of the wrecked car and running through my backyard, and finding no way out, then what? But I’ve always had a bit overactive imagination.
Turns out it was a group of kids who have had many run-ins with the law. They were underage driving around with open alcohol containers and decided they didn’t want another serious misdemeanor on their record, so they tried to run. They didn’t get very far. The cops did not sound like these kids had committed violent crimes, they’re just very wild and unsupervised. It was mom’s car they wrecked.
Really, though, what transpired was miraculous. They hit a tree in our front yard, missing our mailbox by inches, but if they had gone 4 or 5 ft on either side they could have gone down one empty driveway straight into a concrete lined former creek now drainage ditch, or they could have smashed into my truck, chicken pen, and shed. A bit further to either side, they could have driven into either our house or my neighbor’s. So, Deo Gratias that about the most benign outcome possible occurred. The kids were uninjured. Even though they hit the tree at about 20 mph, airbags did not deploy, for some reason. Maybe someone pulled the fuse. Even the tree is virtually undamaged, at least it appears to be, for now. Trees are much, much stronger than automobiles, even large SUVs:
Shorter post: just another night in south Irving. I’d say the Tahoe is totaled.
This weekend’s earbug February 24, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, fun, silliness.
Also from Pogo, the same guy who did the Star Trek/Picard video I posted last Friday.
This one is called Trumpular. Not quite as good? See what you think:
Please Pray for John Vennari February 22, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, Four Last Things.
I am told he is near death. Please pray for John Vennari, longtime publisher and writer at Catholic Family News, who has evidenced his great concern for the Church and charity for others for decades. He was diagnosed with cancer several months ago. He entered the hospital again within the past few days. I have never met him but have admired his work from afar for several years. May our Lord bless and sustain him in this most difficult of trials, and should this be his time to pass over from this life may his soul rest in the peace of the Lord forever.
Mr. Vennari was also a longtime collaborator of Fr. Nicholas Gruner (RIP) of the Fatima Center, who entered into his reward last year.
A Brief Update on My Son February 21, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, Domestic Church, family, thanksgiving.
Sorry I’ve been away from the blog the past few days, it’s mostly been work that’s prevented me from getting. We did have some follow up on my son’s health situation. The tumor board, which is a panel of 20 or so experts convened whenever a new tumor is diagnosed at Children’s Hospital in Dallas, met and reached the same conclusion the pediatric neurosurgery physicians had reached – they believe it is a “low grade” tumor that is probably not fast growing and may have been around for some time. He will receive further testing to establish a baseline and have a very intensive MRI done in a month to see if the tumor has changed at all. If not, he’ll have another MRI every three months to continue to monitor its status.
So, provided he doesn’t have any problems develop that indicate the tumor is affecting him in negative ways, he’ll just continue on anti-seizure meds and be closely watched. The doctor did indicate that ultimately, he’ll probably require surgery to remove the tumor. It’s not a certainty but it’s the greatest probability. The hope is to put that off as far as possible. Because of the location of the tumor, it’s very likely he would suffer vision loss of one degree or another if or when surgery becomes necessary. So while his incredible recovery has been amazing and a blessing beyond description, this is not something he’s “gotten over.” He has a very serious condition and it will require close observation for years to come.
Thank you again for all of your prayers. Please keep my good boy in your prayers for the foreseeable future. It is my fervent hope that through the many prayers being offered up Benedict may never have to have surgery and the tumor may simply be cured through God’s benevolence. I have been overwhelmed by the outpouring of spiritual support for my son – literally hundreds of people are praying for him. I shall have Masses offered for your intentions and in thanksgiving for your generosity.
Unless something unexpected occurs, this will probably be the last update for some time. That is my hope, at least.
Alright, I’m hooked……. February 17, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, foolishness, fun, Holy suffering, silliness, Society.
………stupid Steven Crowder got me hooked on this earbug:
They May Not Have Known Each Other, But They Sure as Hell Chewed Some of the Same Dirt February 17, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, family, history, non squitur, silliness.
My paternal grandparents met and married in Phillips County, Kansas in the 1920s. They may have known each other well before that, but they married around 1930. My grandfather’s surname was obviously Roach. My grandmother’s was Pennington. God rest both their souls.
150 years earlier, Francis Roach was a very early settler of Kentucky. He arrived there perhaps 4 years after Daniel Boone led the first permanent party of white settlers across the Cumberland Gap in 1775 (an earlier attempt in 1773 had to be abandoned due to attacks by indians). Francis served in the Revolutionary War under General George Rogers Clark. A little bio on Francis:
Born: April 1739 in Fairfax Co., VA
Family: He was married.
Death: 9 Jul 1845 at his son David’s house at Lamb’s Point (Worden) [106 years old!]Military Record: He enlisted in 1779 and again in 1780 when he served with Capt.Dougherty on the frontier. He went with his captain in the service of his country under the command of General George Rogers Clark in 1782, and in 1786 he fought the Indians under the command of General Benjamin Logan. During the campaigns into the Indian country in the present state of Ohio, in one he helped cut up and destroy their corn at “Old Chillicothe of the Little Miami”. Mr. Roach had drawn a pension of $24.67 a year since 1832 (he was 93 when he applied).
Burial: Hamel Tp.
Narrative: Being an orphan boy, he was bound to a master, who removed with him to North Carolina in early life, where he married. In 1779 he emigrated to Kentucky, where he spent the first six years in a fort at Dougherty’s Station, near Danville in Mercer Co.; and after residing in several other parts of that state (he is on the 1799 tax list for Christian Co., KY – 299 acres), moved to Madison Co., Il living there till his death.
Francis was a man below the middling stature, of a swarthy complexion, gray eyes, and of active bodily faculties, which he retained to a remarkable degree till his last illness – was naturally of a cheerful disposition, rather weakly the first thirty-one years, which probably taught him how to be prudent in managing his health, having enjoyed, uniformly, (with the exception of two or three attacks of fever and ague) good health during that period. He was always an early riser – a day rarely dawned before he was out of bed – winter and summer. [Well he certainly didn’t pass that trait on to me]
Mr. Roach was always a temperate man, using ardent spirits only in the shape of “morning bitters”, as was the custom of the day – ate meat generally at every meal – never liked or drank coffee [so that’s where it get it from!], but tea occasionally for the last ten years, and totally disused ardent spirits for the same period. He became a professor of religion, and joined the Methodist Episcopal Church in the year 1787, in which he remained a devout member the balance of his life. [as were at least some of his descendants 200 years later]
After he was 100 years old, his eyesight became so dim that he could with difficulty discern one person from another – being guided more by their voice than otherwise. He never had the benefit of an education, and consequently had not much need for spectacles.
Mr. Roach was a hatter by trade, but most of his labor was spent on the farm, which never ceased as long as his eyesight served him. He was seen cutting corn stalks in the field with a hoe after he became a centenarian.
Daniel Boone had a sister named Hannah. Hannah married another Revolutionary War soldier named Richard Pennington. They, like Francis, moved from North Carolina to Kentucky in the late 1770s. In fact, Hannah and Richard belonged to the first worship house set up in Kentucky, the Mulkey Meeting House, the later version of which still stands to this day, and outside of which Hannah’s earthly remains lie.
While these families crossed the Cumberland Gap almost contemporaneously and lived in relatively close proximity for some times, they rapidly scattered within a few years. The Roaches in particular seemed to have a serious case of wanderlust, picking up and moving every 20 years or so. And not just across town, but to entirely different states, when to do so involved great danger and a journey of weeks or months. After Kentucky they went to Illinois, then Iowa, and finally Kansas. Why those good Southerners went to Yankee land I have no idea………well, actually I do, they were not big on fighting for the right of a handful of very rich and decadent men to own slaves. In fact all my forebears who fought in the Civil War – and there were quite a few – fought for the North. I’d have to check, but every single one of them may have.
I don’t know if my dad has ever established that the Roaches and Penningtons knew each other at this early date, but given that there were probably not 500 whites in all of Kentucky at this early date it’s possible. It has been established via genealogy that these are the same Roaches and Penningtons. Amazing that descendants of these families would, 3 or 4 generations later, wind up marrying. In the words of Gunny Highway, they may not have known each other, but they sure as hell chewed some of the same dirt.
So, yes, I am also distantly related to Daniel Boone.
It Will Be Light Posting Again This Week February 14, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, Basics, disaster, error, foolishness, General Catholic, horror, It's all about the $$$, rank stupidity, Revolution, sickness, Society, unbelievable BS.
No, no more pressing health problems, for the moment, thank God, but I am stuck in all day meetings three days this week with a hard rule on no laptops or phones. You can thank the VP of Quality for that. Her rule, not mine. So, I won’t have really any time to post until Friday, at best, and I’m sure I’ll be playing a lot of catchup then.
A little quickie to tide you over, some data that is as satisfying to your snarky side as it is revealing. A German study has found that 90% of the most hardcore leftist “protestors” in that country still live at home, and a huge percentage are unemployed. I doubt the situation is much different in this country, most of the so-called “antifa” (anti-fascist) radicals here are associated with various universities, either as part-time students, professional students, drop-outs, staff, and/or hangers on. It has been revealed that a number of the most violent rioters in Berkeley were faculty or staff of that benighted institution (I heard somewhere – I think from Milo – that only 37% of recent Berkeley graduates are employed?):
A new study shows that over 90 percent of the anti-fascist protestors in Europe are still living in their mother’s basement.
Heat Streetreports that the study found that 92 percent of the protesters at these anti-fascist rallies that are believed to have committed violence still live with their parents. Heat Street also notes the following findings from the study:
- 84% are male
- 72% are aged 18-29
- 90% are single
- 34% are unemployed
These “Antifa” protesters have been behind the violent protests that occurred on the day of President Donald Trump’s inauguration and the riots that occurred in U.C. Berkeley when Breitbart editor Milo Yiannopolous was scheduled to speak. In fact, it seems that the violence didn’t start until the “Antifa” thugs appeared, according to International Business Times.
In reality, most of these “spontaneous protests” are nothing of the kind, they are carefully planned and organized, while most of the hardcore of this group are basically paid activists/protestors/activists. They are paid by the demonrat party and many allied George Soros funded groups. Many people have found ads on Craig’s List and other sites that attest to this fact, where advertisements appear regularly offering pay for taking part in protest-riots. It’s all astroturf, fake grass roots uprisings conducting politics by other means, attempting to achieve on the streets through violence what the failed and rejected leftist agenda failed to win at the ballot box. It’s exceedingly dangerous to fund and support groups like this, not only with money but with increasingly extremist and unhinged rhetoric – thinks like this can easily spin out of control.
Which may be the point of it all. As I said, politics by other means. When their political program utterly fails to attract the support of the majority, the historical tendency of the Left is to resort to violence. More and more people are noting that a kind of civil war, whether fought with armed combat or not, is in the offing.
At any rate, I’m off for a 1st birthday party for my youngest, have a blessed few days and I’ll try to catch up with you on Friday.
h/t reader TT for the link to Rush
My Son Is Home and Doing Well February 13, 2017Posted by Tantumblogo in Admin, awesomeness, Domestic Church, family, Glory, Grace, thanksgiving.
Miraculously well, in fact. He appears perfectly normal now. Such a miracle. We have a very long road to travel but at this point it is smooth and happy. May God be pleased to allow it to remain so.
Not much to update from my last one, Benedict has a tumor, it will be characterized and understood and checked for changes, but if nothing negative occurs no dramatic intervention will be undertaken. For now just a whole bunch of tests and doctor’s visits and regular monitoring. He experienced no problems at all with his anti-seizure meds, so Deo Gratias for that. There have been no seizures since Monday.
We did have a scare shortly after coming home. He ate some nuts, to which he has developed a really severe allergy, apparently, and he had severe stomach cramps and vomited. Of course, we couldn’t know for certain at the time whether this sickness was due to the tumor, medication, or what he had eaten. Turns out to have been the latter.
Since then, he’s been golden. He had a great weekend playing with friends and siblings. Doctors say he can be fully normal, no kid gloves required. His feet, over which so many doctors and nurses remarked because they were so calloused, scarred, and dirty (something they don’t see so much anymore), went right back to being black. IOW, normal for a 7 year old boy.
In short, he’s doing great, it’s a miracle, and your prayers and support have been more appreciated than I can possibly convey. Please keep praying for my little buddy, as I know you will, this is not a situation that is likely to resolve itself quickly. Right now we’re just trying to really enjoy every moment. We’ve had some very good times the past few days.