Once again the old year passes and a new one arrives.  The days grow longer, and, with them, hopes for a new and better year. 2007 is one year I will be happy to see pass.  I look forward to the fresh, unwritten pages of 2008.

John Lennon expressed it well in a song he wrote in 1971; that was not a very good year, either.  The Viet Nam war was still raging, with no end in site, despite massive protests by Americans, and despite Nixon having promised to end the war in 1968

The political situation is even worse now.  Congress is gridlocked, unable to do much, what with narrow Democratic majorities, Republican filibusters, and a president who has suddenly discovered power of the veto. War continues in Iraq, an insurgency and a civil war, and innocent men, women and children continue to die1 along with the warriors2. Torture is not only condoned3, but praised by Republican presidential candidates. And, to justify our preemptive  invasion of Iraq, we have become the enablers of Russia, Pakistan and other non-democratic regimes, as they, too, abuse human rights, all in the name of fighting "terrorism."

At home, it's not been that much better.  There was a bright note this year–the birth, in February, of baby Kalyna, to good friend Eva Mykolenko.  Otherwise, I attended too many funerals and too few weddings, and spent too many hours in hospital waiting rooms. 

My cousin Lisa remarried in June, in Georgia, on the hottest, muggiest day of the year. (She missed out on the opportunity to have free wedding photos by not inviting me4.) To everyone's surprise, she call herself Mrs. Hawkins (insert L'il Abner joke here) to keep her new husband Brad happy.

Illness haunted my family this year.  My mother was diagnosed with endometrial cancer in January; luckily, it was in its earliest stages, and her surgery swill have cured her.  My father had to have a pacemaker inserted, as his heartbeat kept dropping to below 40 beats per minute.  And my uncle Mike, following in the tradition of his brothers, had an aortic aneurysm repair.  It was a hard operation (due to the location of the aneurysm), but he got through it and seems to be recovering handily.

I lost a lot of friends this year.  In late winter, my friend Jiji's mother was diagnosed with an advanced GI cancer, and succumbed soon thereafter. Amachi had been a god friend to me in India–she would take me shopping, and patiently explain the complicated plot lines of the Indian soap operas we watched together. She loved her daughters and grandchildren, had a green thumb, and always fed me well. I often stayed with her in Madras. 

In the summer, my friend Loraine's father succumbed to GI cancer as well.  He spent the last months of his life in care, and Loraine and her daughter, Lizzie, had the chance to spent a lot of time with him and say their goodbyes. I had known him–and Loraine–for almost all of my life.

Shortly after I returned home from Ukraine in October, Nick Mykolenko passed away.  I have known him since childhood.  He was my Uncle Mike's best friend, and practically a member of the family.  Nick had been battling lymphoma for a long time. He went by the nickname "Boobie," and had been my political adversary for years.  We would send battling e-mails to each other, and argue political points at family gatherings, but finally agree to disagree. For all his staunch right-wing positions, he was a complete softy when it came to family, loving and indulging his children. And he loved his new baby granddaughter, frequently traveling long distances to spend a bit of time with her.  It is sad that she will never get to know him.  

And then there was Mrs. Nadia Romanchuk. She was the first grade teacher in our Ukrainian school, and taught me to read and write in Ukrainian. She owned, with her husband, a large piece of land out near Romeo, where he had dug a series of ponds.  Te water was fresh, ideal for swimming on a hot summer’s day, and we had many school picnics there. She was a wonderful lady with a zeal for life, enjoying everything, particularly her children, grandchildren and former students. 

In recent years had become close to my family and to me.  She had moved to a condo near my parents houe, and would stop by several time a week just to visit. She and I often attended symphony concerts together, and she helped us decorate my Christmas tree and came to my Christmas parties, where she would charm all of my friends.  I will sorely miss her. 

In my immediate family, medical problems aside (and we had plenty of them), the year has not been a particularly bad one. My parents are doing well for their years, despite a few medical scares and surgical procedures this year.  My Dad, 81 this year, doesn't have the energy that he once did, but is still up for woodworking and gardening projects. My mother, now 75, has been slowed down by arthritis, but her gardens, yard and house are immaculate, and she reads and embroiders a lot in the cold weather. Both love seeing their grandchildren, which they do quite frequently.

My brother Bill is still at Ford (fifteen months now), managing to do well in the automotive industry, despite the current state of the economy.  He also continues to be a volunteer fireman, making runs at all hours of the night, usually for faulty alarms or minor fires, but occasionally for large blazes as well. 

Laurie keeps her garden green and healthy and her household running snmoothly, and is still working part-time, although not for UPS any more.  It must be quite a challenge keeping up with all the kids' activities.

Kalyna started high school this year, and continues to play piano and some sports, including volleyball5,

which she has taken a shine to. She participated in Future Problem Solvers again this year, and her team did well enough in the state competition that they went to the national finals in Colorado.  She has a bit of a teenage attitude, as one must at fifteen, but is not totally obnoxious..........yet. 

Kalyna attended her first school dance this year (with a gaggle of female friends), and looked quite the young lady, what with her coifed hair and long gown (see photo left). She is still quite the intense student, even more so than I ever was (hard as that my be to believe). And she is a huge "Pirates of the Caribbean" fan, having watched al versions of the films countless times.  (Sadly, it appears she prefers Will to Captain Jack.)

Nick, who turns thirteen on January 10th, is in junior high school now.  He has recovered much of his energy since being diagnosed and treated for Crohn's disease, but his growth is still lagging a bit.  He is a tough little kid, a hard worker, but also gentle, sweet and generous.  He always thinks of his sisters and shares with them.  Nick's baseball team won their division in their Troy league, and he agonized through every bit of every game (see exultational photo left). He still loves sports very much – when he's not playing league football or baseball, he's shooting hoops in the driveway, playing catch with Belle, kicking the soccer ball around with the girls, or trying to organize a game of some sort in the neighborhood.

Nick has (thankfully) given up the trumpet, and now sings in the school choir, which he really enjoys. He and I have been spending more time together, watching movies (Simpsons, Bourne, Bond), shopping at Target (his favorite store), and even attending a production of Langston Hughes' "Black Nativity" together.  He really enjoyed the show, particularly all the gospel music. Although Kalyna plays piano and Nick does not, he is more the musical one in this family

Maria, aka Fuzz, is still a little handful.  She is ten now, but still loves all her dolls and other friends, and keeps acquiring new ones, particularly Webkins. (Note: Maria informs me that the proper spelling is “Webkinz”.  I stand corrected).  Baby Tushta still travels with her pretty much everywhere, and gets her annual wardrobe upgrade at the Harrison flea market doll dress shop. Maria's taste in television and movies is typical for her age6, and we rarely watch anything together any more.  She has a constant visual diet of Disney and Nickelodeon, watching horrible young teen shows and "High School Musical", both versions, over and over. And then there is her infatuation with the Jonas brother, the teen hear-throbs de jour. 

Maria has recently become obsessed by Harry Potter, tearing through all seven books since August.  She still plays soccer (and is one of the better and more determined players on her team) and attends school obsessively, trying to win the perfect attendance award she missed out on by one half day last year.

And Belle is well, too.  Kalyna’s favorite “sibling” is gentler than she looks (her aunt Lisa recently called her “scary-looking, link a junkyard dog”) and smarter than she seems.  Belle has a dog’s keen grasp of hierarchical structures, and knows who's boss (Bill), who’s almost boss (Laurie), and who are just fellow members of the pack and safely ignored (Kalyna, Nick and Fuzz). She continues to destroy dog toys at an alarming rate, loves her snacks, and has rid her yard of that menace to society, squirrels.

Belle Petrusha, destroyer of squirrels

As for me, it was not a particularly wonderful year.  My health is OK, although those URI viruses get harder and harder to shake – something that would have bothered me for a few days in the past, now lingers for weeks – and the asthma is more pronounced.  I spent too much time working7 and not enough playing this year.  For various reasons, including filial responsibilities, I didn't travel much this year.  Although my bank balance has benefitted greatly from that situation, my mental health hasn't, so I don't plan to make that mistake again in 2008. I've arranged to travel to India in February, and Christobel and I are already making plans to for my autumnal Australia visit (Tasmania, here we come!).  I'll have to fit Ukraine in during the summer, and I still want to pop down to Nicaragua for a bit at some point. And then there's the UP, and perhaps a wedding in Delaware......

I had planned to revisit India last February, to check on my labor unit at the LCECU8. Sadly, I didn't get to, but I did get to spend lots of time working on pysanky9.  Instead, my first trip of the year was my annual trek to the UP in May.

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1. 1.Estimates suggest that the civilian death toll is over 1,000,000. We can't be certain, because our government has chosen not to count them.  Thousands more have been maimed. Another 4 million have become refugees, either internally or abroad.  The land has been poisoned with depleted uranium, guaranteeing death, deformities and cancers for generations yet to come.  How can they not hate us?
   

2. 2.The American death toll is 3941 at the time I write this.  For each soldier that dies, another 10 suffer grievous bodily injuries.  And many, many more suffer psychic damage (PTSD).  In addition, the American military has been destroyed.  The officer corps is leaving en masse, and recruitment is down.  Standards have been lowered to fill the ranks, allowing criminals to enlist.  This does not bode well for our future
   

3. 3.While my mom and I were working on decorating my tree, NPR was on the radio.  I didn't think she was paying attention to the radio, but she was.  When a story about the destruction of the CIA torture tapes came on, she became visibly upset.  "What's happened to us?" she wanted to know.  America never tortured before.  America was known in WWII as being the good guys, the ones that didn't do that sort of thing.  "Why now?" she wanted to know.
   My mother spent the war in Europe. She survived brutal Russian (and Polish) repression in Ukraine, and then work camps (and Allied bombing) in Nazi Germany. That was her childhood.  The Americans were her heroes. And I had no good answer. I glibly suggested it might be because the Republicans were in power, but I now think that it is more of a Bush thing.  Had Bush been in control in  the late thirties, I'm not sure which side we would have been on in that war, and how we would have behaved. Bush's granddad, let us not forget, was convicted of trading with-the enemy in WWII; we know where his sympathies lay. Bush may have been Time's Man of the Year (but, then again, so were you and I......and Hitler), but he'll never win a Nobel Prize (unless Scalia and Thomas award him Gore's).
   

4. 4.This was not a personal slight, or so she claims.  Lisa invited only immediate family, to try and keep things small, as Brad has way more cousins than she does.  As it turned out, this was a great favor, as the weather was simply to hot too function, much less enjoy one's self.
   

5. 5.Volleyball, for some odd reason, is one of the two main Ukrainian diasporan sports, the other being soccer.  Every Ukrainian girl has, at some point in her life, played volleyball.  Summer camps always had both volleyball and soccer competitions, often with other Ukrainian organizations–we in ODUM would play SUM and Plast.  My cousin Val was quite the volleyball player, and kept it up much longer than the rest of us.  It's nice to know that Kalyna has a built-in family mentor!
   

6. 6.i.e. absolutely atrocious and unwatchable by anyone over the age of 16.
   

7. 7.I'm still working as a house doctor at Huron Valley Hospital, a job I enjoy, although the thirteen hour days get harder as I get older.  I don't really miss gynecology much; working on the labor unit and helping to deliver lots of babies every day is much more satisfying than cysts and vaginitis.
   

8. 8.Low Cost Effective Care Unit, it is that division of Christian Medical College in Vellore that provides primary care to the poor residents of the area.  Over the past few years Sara Bhattarcharji, the director, and I have organized the labour unit, trained nurses, set up protocols and procedures, created chart forms and otherwise gotten the unit up and running.  On my last visit we had assessed the episiotomy rate, and tried to apply WHO standards to bring it down.  We had begun work on revamping the antenatal clinic as well (new forms and protocols) and begun using the new ultrasound machine.  Yes, this is what I do on holiday.......
   

9. 9.Really, what else is there to do in a cold and nasty winter?  I expanded my repertoire this year, refining my drop-pull skills, working with brown eggs, recreating hundreds of traditional designs, and getting ready for Easter.  I read and wrote a lot, putting lots of updates onto my pysanka web site:  http://www.pysanky.info         
   I was also contacted by a woman from Toronto who is interested in writing a book on the many variations of the Ukrainian pysanka.  She had found my site, and like my photos and writing style.  We've been collaborating since on a "Martha Stewart" styled book, which we hope to publish in Ukraine next year.  We'll see if anything ever comes of that.........