We had been in Taiwan earlier in the year for four months. I had been working hard teaching two courses the first half of the semester. I was worn out by parenting (and I wasn’t even doing half of it). I was angry. Jury duty (I was briefly on the jury) kept me from participating in an important evolution conference at SBU. I had no time for research either. I was falling behind. I was angry. I had no idea of how bad things could get. I thought things were bad already. What strikes me is that the anger that sort of took over after Shian-Ren’s stroke, that I’m still dealing with now (better I think, but still not fully conquering it by any stretch), actually had already begun well before the stroke happened.
Two years ago November 14, 2012