It’s Labor Day weekend in Michigan where Nelson, Ann Sophie, Will, and Ann Sophie’s parents are hoping to get through the holiday without any need for an emergency room. But this possibility is always on Nelson’s mind.
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September 5, 2022
Been making the rounds up here in Michigan a little more. Had a nice conversation with Karl [a cousin] last night at Mom’s place. It was nice to talk with him like that. He has lots of questions about the cancer and told me he reads the blog, so he’s up to date. I’ve always liked him, but we’d just lost touch.
Today I sat at Mom’s kitchen table with a few of my siblings—Lars, Louisa, Britt, and Bates [Klaus]. So there were 5 of us, everyone minus Linni [in Florida] and Hans [in England].
Now the 5 of us all live moderately local with Annso and I being the furthest away at 6.5 hours. It seems like everyone is moving back here.
Sixteen years ago this weekend, Labor Day 2006, I quit drinking. It’s amazing. I quit drinking for good. It was probably the hardest thing I went through that was voluntary. This Cancer is way harder, but no one is giving me a choice, whereas with drinking, I had a choice.
So many of these guys kept right on going and still are going, as far as I know, but each man is on his own. It’s between him and God, or him and himself. We each decide each day what we will do.
It’s been good being here, but even though it’s been 16 years since I changed everything and bailed on the party scene, it’s still hard sometimes.
Yesterday, I might have pushed myself a little too hard, because now at 6:00 am, I feel nauseous, which isn’t normal for me anymore. I’m always a little worried about regressing and needing a doc while I’m down here in Michigan and not getting the right kind of medical attention and having a major problem. I guess throwing up isn’t the end of the world, but it feels terrible to have this.
I’m on the bed while Annso feeds Will for his first wake of the night. She’s working so hard every day for and on him, and I can’t thank her enough. A Mom definitely has the most or the hardest work with raising a child. At least at our house she does.
She takes care of me too, which is a debt I’ll never probably be able to repay. We spent the day at the house, then the beach a little while, then came back here where we ate pizza with Mom, Emerald, Britt, Astrid, and Ralph. We ate here because we can put the Baby Boy to sleep and keep going with the night.
Tomorrow Drew and Jo will come back here to their own house, and we’ll have dinner together. They are so kind and generous to let us live here like this while they’re living in their tiny cabin in Bethany Beach [with their 5 kids].
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“Your faith…is more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire…” (1 Peter 1:7)