So now I knew exactly what we were dealing with. No surgery meant he would go deaf and the damage would not be repairable. Great.  What money wouldn't solve.  But that was something that I didn't have.

My mother talked to her employer and asked for a loan for this surgery.  She worked for a doctor in the same city.  He agreed to pay for the surgery, but that it would have to be paid back.  Between me and my mother we managed to do just that.... but we were able to get the surgery done first.

The surgery was done on a outpatient basis.  Took him home that afternoon.  A couple days later you couldn't have been able to tell that he had ear, nose throat surgery.  He was back to bouncing off the walls like any other 5 year old.

Things for awhile seemed to be normal again.  Bobby had always consider Tim his father. Basically because he was the only father that Bobby knew. Well then my niece had to open her mouth and tell him that Tim wasn't his father, that Tony was. I really didn't know how to handle that situation.  So Bobby and I had a talk about why I moved to where we live now and some of the reasons of Tony not being in our lives.  I didn't go into the graphic details just kinda scratch the surface of the problems.
 

Well it seems like things started going down hill from there.  I would answer any question that Bobby would ask.  Hopefully simple enough for him to understand.   Then Tim's mother was diagnosed with ovarian Cancer.  Soon our lives took to spending time at the hospital, and at the home when she was there. 

Soon Tim started to quit his jobs every time I turned around.  He would just stop going to work.  There were times when he wouldn't work for six months at a time. Bobby started playing his games too...  grades started to drop.  And his behavior at school was getting to be a problem.  I was getting calls at work at least once a week. I tried everything to get him back on the right track... but nothing ever seemed to work.

I had found out that the local Veterans Hospital was hiring.  So I took my chances and applied for a job.  And I got it. in October of 1990.  Loved my job, five months after I started, I got a permanent position in the Inpatient Pharmacy, working with IV medications.  I couldn't have been happier.  I had over doubled my income, had insurance and paid holidays.   It was great.