“The final difficulty in a series; the last little burden or problem that causes everything to collapse. (From the image of a camel being loaded down with much weight. Finally, at some point, one more straw will be too much and the camel's back will break.)”
Last weekend Jerry and I watched “Last Vegas” and in explaining some of the highlights of the movie Jerry voted his favorite line as being Morgan (Archie) Freeman’s line “"Billy, I have a hemorrhoid that's 32 years old!" – this was his response to learning that Michael (Billy) Douglas's fiancé is only 32”. And we only laughed more when the girls asked “What’s a hemorrhoid?”
This silly conversation brought back a few vivid memories. Yes, memories of hemorrhoids.
When I was 21, in the service stationed in Italy, I was pregnant with my first child which sadly ended in a miscarriage and right after the miscarriage I developed hemorrhoids and was simply informed that hemorrhoids are quite common during pregnancy. This is one very small sample of a little straw that broke my back. At twenty-one I thought roids were only something old people dealt with and in my world they didn’t exist. I’m sure it’s a conversation my mother won’t forget at least I won’t because I called international and blubbered on the phone for ten minutes to the tune of $70, only to have a conversation with my mom because I had hemorrhoids. Honestly I was more upset that it happened after the miscarriage, I think if I wouldn’t have had the miscarriage I could have handled the roids.
And now I’m thinking of that straw and reminding myself I’m the one who needs to determine how heavy it should be or even if there will be a straw that breaks the camel’s back.
I’ve got Austin’s last blood draw results always lurking in the back of my mind and I just try to keep it in the back but it is always there.
We’ve had two wetting accidents during the night this week, another conversation one doesn’t typically have when talking about their 22 year-old son but it is what it is, it’s part of my reality. This is not normal so it makes me wonder what’s going on. Do I need to buckle up and get ready for another wild adventure? When dealing with it I thought of the straw that broke the camel’s back. I’ll be honest there are times the simplest thing could be that straw – if I let it. There are times in this journey with Austin, with fragile X and autism, that I’d like to just throw my hands in the air and surrender. But it all comes down to one thing - I’ve decided that’s not who I am, my unconditional love for Austin will move us forward.
And on that note, I’m probably going to drive Ms. Natalie crazy because I’m rocking out to “Love Runs Out” by OneRepublic because this love is never gonna run out.
"I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yes, we'll work it out.
And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.


