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HEROES of HOPE…
I visited a high school friend this past weekend, and he asked me if I quit writing on my blog, (he seems to appreciate them, maybe the only one!), and I looked on this site and it’s been over a year since wrote a story! That’s terrible, I used to commit myself to writing at least one blog a month, and then a year goes by. Wow. I say this because a few things have gone this past year, which I think were important to me, a few stories I’ll share. For about 7-8 years, I have been associated with a non-profit organization, called Heroes of Hope. The purpose of…
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FIRE ON THE RIDGE; and cigars, and…
O.k., so you go up to Tulelake (Tulelake is on the border of California and Oregon) to go after ducks/geese (LOTS of hope), and you come back home with only one duck; and still say it was one of the most fun that you had out of the all of the trips that you had in Tulelake. Does this really make sense? Somehow, it does. Let’s start from the beginning. Without stopping, except for the gas stops, is around 12 hours. We left around 2:30, got there about 2:00. I hate to say this, but it doesn’t seem like it took that a mount of time. We slept around 3-31/2 hours, had some…
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ALWAYS KEEP ON, PUSH FORWARD….
I slept! Let me say THAT again, I slept! What a feeling that is, to actually wake up, and feel pretty good! Woop-to-do!! For what ever you’ve read, you’ll notice that I’ve been on these wonderful steroids for the inflamation from radiation for about 3 weeks now, another week to go as we taper down the dosages, but the side effect on this, you DON’T sleep. An hour or two, wake up my half-mind starts to race,( and for me, what does does THAT mean?), so you stay up, write, read, whatever; I guess if I think about it, maybe it’s really not SO bad! Sure makes an interesting day/night combo that…
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TIME FLIES BY….
Time moves by fast, doesn’t it? Look at this, end of Janurary, 2010, oooops, I mean 2011. Happened again. It is funny, how may times that happens to me. I’m always confusing time; I’m still wondering where the last 30 years have gone. Those 30 years must have been stored in the menengioma that was removed; which tumor, (the first or the second), I really don’t know. For those that might not know me, I moved to Los Angeles in May, 1981, right after college. OOOOps, did I just give my age away? Awwww, what the heck, doesn’t matter. So here it is, I’m 21-22 years old when I moved; to…
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How About Yes, Yes, Yes……
Last week of radiation…’hot damn does that feel good to say, again, Last Week of Radiation!! So now that I’ve said that, felt good saying it, now I can say that in some strange way, I’ll miss going up to UCLA everyday. Great situation that I’ve been in, getting treated by them. It’s always a yes, yes, yes place; meaning nothing gets shut down, it’s always go forward, take one more step kind of place. Really, though, who wouldn’t think like that. Life is full of surprises; we might think that we have our plan, the kind of life that makes sense on paper. Hey, guess what? It don’t work out…
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Was Supposed to Have the Stitches Taken Out
Monday is when I was supposed to go in, have the stitches taken out, maybe go up to the check-out Rehab. services, and also find out a little bit about the radiation services. Let’s see, here’s how it ended up: Leave the stitches in at least a few more days, the Check-Up Rehab was good for at least a few more days, and we’re not anywhere in site of radiation technology. In a strange world, it does make some sort of sense; it just doesn’t put all of the pieces together. It seems that the incision is still a bit more swollen then it should be. I thought that might…
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SECOND THOUGHTS, IN MY LIFE
April 29, 2008. Big day, new life, second thoughts, on everything. It’s an amazing thing when at times you wonder, “Is tomorrow going to be here?” I’m sure that goes through a lot of people’s minds, at different times, but when you’re lying in a hospital bed with the knowledge that you’re going to get your head drilled into, and a grapefruit sized tumor has to come out, there’s a lot of what I’ve always thought of as “second thoughts’ racing through your mind (or half-mind as it seems). As funny as it may seem from all of that, things actually seem to make sense. I’ve had a lot of things that…
