ATTENTION! Booster Club Football Program Info

Attention incoming seventh and eighth grade football players!! Coach Elvington would like you to report to Bulldog Stadium on Saturday, August 11 at 1:15 pm to take team photos for the 2018 Howe Bulldogs football program

Very slowly starting to get a few student ads for the Howe

Bulldogs program rolling in Don’t miss out!! Get yours in soon and remember, it is NOT just for seniors!! Underclass men can also have an ad! These are the days they will remember

Message us for more information or email Michelle Walker at vice president habc@gmail com

The doctor walks in, eager to begin where we left off months before A return visit to this office suddenly reminds me of a simple truth discovered last year Each and every member of this kind man’s staff is so incredibly friendly The receptionist answering the phones, the medical assistant working to ensure I am comfortable while she takes my vitals Such kindness makes this process slightly easier to bear, evoking a feeling of gratitude instead of a sense of loss

“Put your chin up for me,” Dr Cohen instructs, his eyes trained on my visible scars

“How does it look?” I ask, nervously awaiting his response

He quickly mentions something about steroid injections, taking his hand and patting the giant blue seat reserved for patients smack dab in the middle of the room A nonverbal cue intended to encourage me to change seats

He starts talking about the scar under my nose, noting its size and the need to correct the formation of “hydra atrophy” – a fancy word referring to the noticeable buildup of scar tissue

“As long as your breathing is better,” he says, paying homage to the goal that has been ever present in the work we have done together over the last several months – the preservation of airflow

He walks towards me wielding a needle, the first medical professional to do so in several years The moment the metal prick meets my skin, a sharp pain goes running up and down the affected area, causing me to cringe as he sticks the needle ever deeper The sensitivity of the area under one’s nose causes tears to automatically flood my eyes

“I’m sorry,” he repeats compassionately, quickly grabbing a tuft of gauze in order to wipe away the blood and ooze emanating from the affected area “Breathe,” he says quietly “Breathe ” He continues this routine for a few seconds afterwards, applying cloth when needed in order to restore some semblance of dignity to a process that has often stripped me