Jason

Jason is our oldest son. He came along with Janett, and has always been her protector, even though he sometimes seems to think she lacks a practical grasp on reality. He seems to feel that way about his sisters and fiancee, Domenica, as well. We can't figure that out because we always suppose boys acquire their attitudes toward women from their fathers, and I pretty much respect women and think they're very sound as a rule.
Not withstanding that little attitude thing, Jase has always been very loving, and it's too bad that he's had to put up with a lot. For one thing since childhood he's had a condition called Polyarteritis nodosa. My layman's understanding is that it's an auto immune defect. The symptoms in Jason's case are sores on his calves and ankles that can start from a little bruise and don't heal, but grow deeper and wider. We went to the hospital today because he was receiving treatment from a wound specialist. We all hope the treatment is beneficial, and wish "Dee" well in coping with Jase during the prescribed 30 days off work and off the leg.
Jason is not husky but is pretty strong, a hard worker and virtually unable to sit still for more than five minutes. When exasperated he shouts a lot. Maybe we could get Dee some earplugs as a "gag" gift. One likely benefit is that Jason and little Joey will become really proficient at all the electronic games in the family room and will be happy to share a month of dad and son companionship.
Love and best wishes to Jase, Dee, and Joey.
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