installed(?) behind his right eye to relieve pressure on a cyst. The cyst has formed on part of his optic nerve so they can't remove it completely. When fluid builds up, it causes loss of vision, headaches, and seizures. This is the third time in 2 years that he's had what amounts to brain surgery. He came home today and he's doing pretty good. What absolutely breaks my heart is this: he's a natural athlete, but because of the seizure risk, he's restricted from sports. He showed tremendous promise as an outfielder who could hit for average as well as power. He's 6'4", weighs 245 lbs and wears size 17 shoes. It would kill most guys to have that kind of size and not be able to participate in contact sports. So, how does he cope with the sports restriction? He plays in the band. Keyboards, drums, guitar, bass. And he encourages others who face difficulties. He volunteered his time in places like Pass Christian, Mississippi, delivering supplies to victims of Katrina. Even though his own home had nearly been destroyed by another Gulf Coast hurricane. He tutors other students in science and math. His newly rebuilt home has become a safe haven for kids who are struggling with all manner of issues. I'm very proud of him and today I'm concerned for his health. But when I'm tempted to have a pity party for myself because life rained on my parade, I think of my nephew, Tony. He's living proof that when life gives you lemons, you can make lemon bars and sell them at a benefit bake sale.