Happy Fathers Day #IHate2015

If you aren’t into sadz, then don’t read this one… or maybe you should?

I HAS A SADZHow it started

Let me start out by quoting a draft of a blog post that I titled “Welcome”.
I will never publish that blog…

“December 15th, 2014, at 8:40 AM

That’s when I first found out about you. I am typing this only a few moments after. I don’t know if you are a boy or girl. A single or twins. I don’t even know if you will be born or if you will pass in the womb.

I was at work, I usually cannot answer the phone, but happened to be staring at my phone when it rang. Your moms voice was clearly shaking as she tried to tell me. She was slowly choosing her words and I thought she got in a car accident. I wasn’t expecting this news.

I am excited at the opportunity to meet you. I truly hope I will, but, just the opportunity is amazing grace. Should we meet, I have big plans for you. Plans to raise you up on my shoulders. To shape you into your personal best. To help you realize all the potential that is now locked inside a microscopic clump of just a few cells.

For now, I wipe my tears and return to work. Except now I work with thoughts of you.”

I planned to finish and publish that once we made it public that Mallory (my wife) was pregnant. It was a couple days before Christmas ’14 and we told Mallory’s parents and my mom that we were expecting in a funny Christmas card. We all laughed and cried. Even Christmas Eve, as the whole family gathered Mallory and I made eye contact, sharing the joy knowing we would one day soon tell all of our family the good news.

Christmas morning Mallory woke up and was feeling ill. She had stomach pains and I was tending to her. With my medical background I was pretty sure what was happening. Mallory wasn’t sure. We were both silent, not sure how to react. The family all met that day but we stayed home, telling them that Mal was ill and I was taking care of her. We got blood testing a couple days later that confirmed that the baby was gone.

I know we cried at some point, but mostly we suppressed. We decided to start looking for a cheap foreclosure and get out of our house and make a fresh start. Surprisingly, our first lowball offer on our first house was accepted and we would be moving in 2 weeks.

Katie Lynn

We moved into the new house and were repairing it while living there. We had our trusty dog Katie with us along with a unexpected cat (more on that later). If you don’t already then you should now know a little bit about Katie.

Katie Leaps

You have undoubtedly heard so many people say that their dog was the greatest dog. There are many extraordinary dogs. I humbly, and as honest as I can be, contest that Katie is better than all of them. If my claims are true then there is not enough space here for me to type out all of the proof. Let me just say that Katie was an unconditional lover. She understood the English language perfectly well. She also had an E.T. like etconnection to Mallory to where if Mallory was getting sad then Katie would come running in from the other room and jump on her, nip at her, even drag her by the cuff of her pants until Mallory would be forced to abandon sad thoughts to ‘deal with’ Katie. Then once Mallory was better Katie would go lay down.

Katie Ice CreamWe were told in 2012 that Katie had cancer and had a fewKatie Cahill months to live. The story of how she was still with us at this time is a post in its own. Yet here in the new house, Katie’s Cancer returned. Mallory and I nursed her as best we could. We savored every second and did all of her favorite things in those last weeks.

Katie Kiss

Katie's Last Hug

In August of 2015 we lost her.

Paid Our Dues

I’m not sure why timing works out the way it does, but it does. We found out a couple weeks later that we were expecting again. We were hardly breathing again from losing Katie and this added more emotion to our lives. A few days later I lost my job. I don’t think I should have lost my job, but I was so distracted at that time, maybe I did deserve it. Luckily for me there are many job openings and I could be working again shortly.

By November 1st I had several job offers to consider. I was trying to put off picking one because I was trying to get the house ready for a baby. Also, my uncle who normally hosts family Christmas had a terrible house fire and we had the next most suitable house to host. I took the time off of work to really get our house ready.  As Thanksgiving was approaching I had selected a job and was ready to start soon. This really lifted my spirits as well as I remember Mallory coming home and telling me that she was able to see the baby’s heart beat on her ultrasound machine at work.

It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving Day and we had our first official ultrasound scheduled. Mallory had been feeling fine this whole time. We both smiled brightly as the image of our child came on the screen.

baby #2

Then Mallory’s smile left. She, feigning ignorance, asked the ultrasound technician, “How early do you see the heartbeat?” I remember thinking, give her a chance, we already know there is a heart beat. But there wasn’t. I sent a private message to the few family members that knew.


You know what’s funny. This one was worse, but not for the reasons that you would think. I felt like we paid our dues. After all, I knew ~25% of all pregnancies would never see a live birth. Our chances were 1 in 4 that we would lose the first one. Somehow I just figured that it was our turn to lose one the first time, and now it was supposed to be our time to do what everyone else was able to do. It wasn’t. A 1-in-4 chance is a 1-in-4 chance, every time.

Alex TC

An Unexpected Cat

We were still in our first house when we met Alexander The Cat (Alex TC). We were walking in to the house from the car when this scrawny ferrel cat began weaving in between Mallory’s legs and purring. She noticed it was under weight and had an apparent large infection on his back. She put some food out for him to help him gain weight.

The next day we had the front door propped open to carry in groceries and Alex walked into our living room. I posted this video to see if he was anyone’s missing cat.

My wife knew he was a wild cat. We kept it in a dog crate overnight and Mal took him to work the next day (she works at a veterinary hospital). He was treated for fleas and for the infected abscess the size of a golfball on his back. He weighed 6 lbs. He was going to stay at the hospital for a couple weeks to get healthy, then get fixed, then released.

We brought him home and, well, many of you can guess what happened. My wife wanted to keep him. I tried to resist but… well… this happened….

Alex gif

We got him up to a normal weight of 12.5 lbs. He was a super loving cat. Alex saw us through losing Katie. He saw us through losing our second child. I think he may be the only thing that kept my wife together on the real bad days. Just after Christmas he stopped eating. Mallory took him into work and it turns out that he swallowed a whole almond (we had many out from hosting Christmas dinner) and it was stuck. They would do surgery to remove it.

This was a very common surgery at Mals work. They did them all the time. They always were routine and uneventful. So was Alex’s… except minutes after the surgery Alex suddenly died. We would later find out that he had a genetic heart condition and would have probably already died on the streets if he hadn’t been so well cared for the last 8 months. What a double edged sword for us all.

Which Brings Us To The Present

I started working again in February. Other than that we pretty much stopped doing everything else. I think we spent 4 months just letting it soak in. We had many bad days. In May it was finally real enough to know we had a problem. We started seeing a grief counselor who has been tremendously helpful.

Now it is Fathers Day 2016. My wife and my mother-in-law both wished me happy Fathers Day. It means more than I can express. Me and my wife also have necklaces that our brother John made us that say ‘Mother’and ‘Father’, respectively, in Elvish. These mean the world to us.

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In closing I would like to say 3 things,

  1. #IHate2015
  2. If you know anyone struggling with miscarriage, infertility, abortion, or any other parenting struggles.. just be there for them. The man as well as the woman. Don’t be afraid to ask how it is going and then just listen. You can’t fix anything but you can help carry the burden
  3. Please stop asking people when are they going to have kids. Either them or someone in ear shot may be triggered to feel something you don’t want them to.

Hello , My Name Is Titan!

2015-11-10, my name is Titan. My life has been quite the adventure! It’s been 15 or 20 years since I was born (2-3 human years) and I don’t remember too much from back then. The last thing I remember is angry dogs… a lot of angry dogs. They always wanted to fight me and, unfortunately, their humans encouraged that sort of behavior. I could never fight though; I’m a lover at heart. Put on a good movie and let’s curl up on the couch… now that’s a great night!


The guy that would try to get me to fight eventually gave up on me. He tried to put me in an abandoned house and when he walked away I tried to follow him. I love humans. He put me back in the house and blocked me in. This was very near the end of my story.

As luck would have it, a lady across the street saw the guy dump me in the abandoned house and she called PROUD Detroit. A very nice lady from PROUD came and pet me! Even though it was Detroit in the middle of the night and she was pregnant, she stayed watching over me all night. The next morning more people from PROUD came and took me to the hospital. I was too sick to walk and they had to carry me, luckily for them I was about 20 pounds under weight at the time.

The nice doctor lady said I almost didn’t make it. Apparently I had a huge infection in my neck and was very dehydrated. I also have heart worms…. I love company, just not that kind of company. They cleaned me up and found out I was actually white, not grey.Titan

They started treating me right away and one of the nice hospital people took me home so she could keep a close eye on me. I didn’t do much for the first day but then I started eating and drinking a lot. It seems like I have gotten better every day since then. Really, I have the perfect life… well, except one thing. I don’t have a home. I have a house that I stay at, but these are foster parents and they are needed to rescue dogs that are sick like I was. I need a forever family.

I love people. I like to eat and drink. I love people. I like to play. I love people. I like to go for 2015-11-09 00.42.12walks. Did I mention I love people? Big people, little baby people, all kinds of people! I like other dogs too.

The one thing I don’t like is cats… I mean I like cats… usually with a little gravy on top, but people don’t like when I eat the cats. So kids are a good home, and dogs are a good home, but if you have cats it is probably not the home for me.

I’m looking pretty good these days. Most of my scars have healed from those fights. My softball size infection is completely gone. My heart worms have been given an eviction notice. I bet we could take awesome pictures together. Having trouble with the ladies? Not to brag but I am a chic magnet. Get lonely at night? I love to cuddle and protect. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship!


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You can see more cute picture of me on Pet Finder2015-11-09