Showing posts with label Orioles. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Taking responsibility

This blog continues its path, sharing the inside details of the follow up to the award-winning documentary, "Boys of Summer". For more details, to watch the film or contribute to the sequel, please click here.


“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

The courage to change the things I can,

And wisdom to know the difference.”

The more often I come back to that prayer, the more interesting, impressive and vexing it is. Within health, we all must take responsibility for ourselves. Health, as discussed many times before on these pages and thousands of others, is a slippery term to say the least. I asked my dad today what he’s taken responsibility for and what he hasn’t within his Parkinson’s Disease. At first, he thought he’d done pretty well with it. When I asked him to expand on what that meant or offer specific examples, he was slow to the draw. My mom, sitting off-frame from the camera shot I’d arranged of my dad and me, whispered in full voice: “working out!” It was one of those moments where we needed at least one more camera to capture the beautiful, unstoppable force that is Paulette Cochrane when it comes to conversations. My dad stared at her for a few moments, then deadpanned, “My wife thinks I do a good job working out.”

He went on to acknowledge that he doesn’t speak up as well as he could. I asked him if that went beyond the literal volume of his voice to asking for help. He said that was probably true. My dad’s a proud man. He doesn’t want special attention. He’s hesitant to use his walking sticks even though they help because he loses the use of his hands to carry things. This is going to continue to be a struggle as naturally, Parkinson’s or no Parkinson’s, he’s getting older. He turns 70 in a week. That’s a big number. He’s going to have to be responsible for that, as are we all. Health is communal whether we want it to be or not.

In baseball terms, there was a “big” incident last weekend (or series of incidents) involving a player from the Baltimore Orioles named Manny Machado. I bring this up to tie back to baseball, something I always want to do as it’s part of our foundation in the Boys of Summer journey and as his behavior is a perfect example of not taking responsibility. In brief, Machado is a talented young third basemen who is back from a severe knee injury that he’s apparently still sensitive about. On a rather routine ground ball to Oakland A’s third basemen Josh Donaldson, Machado ran from second on contact, figuring Donaldson would go to first base for the third and final out. Seeing easy pickings, Donaldson did the less traditional thing and tagged out Machado. Machado tried to dance out of the way and in so doing, tripped, fell on his rear and looked foolish. He took offense to Donaldson’s untraditional play and let him know. Silly, but no big deal. The problem is, cooler heads did not prevail. Responsibility, which started and ended solely with Machado, was never taken. The incident, therefore spiraled, due in part to baseball’s oft-written about unwritten rules, leading to pitchers throwing at batters, Machado hitting A’s catcher Derek Norris with a pair of long back swings and then losing control of his bat and hurtling it all the way up the third baseline. All because of a lack of taking responsibility.

There’s a metaphor in Machado’s lack of maturity – and it’s not just that he’s young. Machado’s actions and subsequent lack of genuine apology (capped by his appeal to a suspension) are representative of individuals and organizations who don’t take responsibility for themselves. We all pay the price for this. But where to draw that line? Oh the vexing serenity prayer.

So it goes with my dad. I offered my frustration that he hadn’t put more emphasis into meditation, even with all of the logical (the greatest appeal method to him) information I’ve offered him on how it could positively affect his Parkinson’s. He acknowledged the validity of my argument and that was it. And so the wisdom says to me I’ve done my part, he knows as much as he needs to know and he will do with it what he will. I’m not a doctor. But even within the ranks of doctors there is plenty of room for question of intent. What is a doctor? Dr. DeMartino openly questions doctors who are unwilling to change in the face of overwhelming evidence that new (or new/old) treatments work for patients. He finds pharmaceutical companies criminal for not being held responsible for the number of deaths they cause in America (fourth highest cause of death according to this Harvard article). He mentioned a Chinese doctor being executed by its government for being responsible for five deaths due to pharmaceutical mistakes. Is that too much? Where’s the line? What’s the value of a human life in the face of some of the largest profits in the world?

When it comes to responsibility with health, I believe we all must acknowledge we are at once individually responsible and societally affective. Have fun with that.   

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #54

July 6, 2004 - Bob
Baltimore, MD
We have a small crowd of supporters joining us for the Baltimore game tonight, but a very enthusiastic one. Camden has been a long-reputed favorite of many, so I'm really looking forward to seeing it. 
I'm also looking forward to being in a part of the country where we'll have less driving for a bit (whew!). We've been logging some serious miles, but for the next few days ('til the 10th) we'll be in the two hours and under range. NICE. 
We had a great time with Naiden and Barb last night. They came down to Atlanta for the game, then we all drove back and had a little cookout at their place. Talk about your gracious hosts! Barb actually folded our laundry for us-- WHOA! And she says she doesn't dig domestics... 
My interview with Naiden went extremely well -- despite (or maybe because of) that pimpish cigar he demanded be in the shot ("If I'm going to be a star, I have to look the part", he said). Does anyone smell cutting room floor? 
I've been to D.C. one other time in my life -- when I was about 8, I think. I do have some memories of that trip, but obviously a few things have changed since then. It has been fun to talk to dad about his military experience and contrast it with how he sees the world now. He served in the late 60’s as part of the ROTC program out of college. He was stationed in Fort Collins, Colorado when my sister was born. His entire battalion was sent to Viet Nam. My dad, as a tank commander, would have been right on the front line. For whatever reason, he didn’t have to go. 
We've had lots of long discussions about life and how (and why) things are done. 
In the A's bag, the boys seem to be hitting their stride again. They are a 2nd half team and here's to hoping Chavez and Hudson get healthy and Dotel becomes the hammer should be in the pen. 
July 6, 2004 - DAD
Baltimore, MD
I wake up at 6:30 a.m. and toss and turn until 7:15. I then get up and take a shower and do yoga with Bob. We pack up and are on the way to Washington D.C. by 10 a.m. I have only been to Washington once before in 1978 so there have been a "few" changes.
I notice the level of security – that is the biggest difference.  First there is a guard with a dog trained to find explosives. I made a wrong turn and ended up at the entrance to the Pentagon parking lot. Immediately there were two police cars with their drivers watching us closely. From time to time a Black Hawk helicopter would fly over. We spent three hours touring the various memorials and art exhibits and the perimeter of the White House. 
Then it was off to Baltimore and Camden Yards. We met with a group of 13 from the local National Parkinson Foundation at Pickles – a sports bar across the street from Camden Yard. We meet Jeff Shinholt and his family. Jeff is a Parkinsonian who is training to run a marathon in October. I also spend time with Becky Dunlop, an R.N. in Neuology at Johns Hopkins.  
The ballpark was great and the game was entertaining but the support from the people is what remains and resonates with me.  The local Parkinson Chapter donated a night’s lodging at the airport Marriott so we sleep in comfort.