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Dear Friend: This is not a Blog about writing! (I already have one of those.) This is a blog about a journey I am taking with illness. I have recently been diagnosed with Cancer. My goal is honest therapy as I progress through, and beyond this new reality in my life. I hope that, somewhere along the way you will find some words that will help you too. While this is, in fact, an interactive Blog, I hope that you will scroll slowly down this page. For you see, the front of this Blog IS my journey. The entries are conversations that are held along the journey.Yes, there is a lot on it--before actually getting to the Blog entries. But, I hope that by the objects and words which appear before the Blog itself, you might come to understand just a little bit about me, and my journey, and some truly amazing friends who have agreed to journey with me. I hope that you, too, will choose to accompany me on my walk--through the Valley. I invite you to join me, and discover the wondrous truths, meet some truly amazing people, and share those "memorable" moments this journey will undoubtedly present. Come along, won't you? In His Care, ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Would you like to help me help others? I found this amazing organization, and I am proud to be a sponsor. I hope you will check it out. It's called The Network For Good.  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "RISUS OMNIA - INCRUMENTUS PER DEDECUS - SAPIENTIA PER DAMNUM" ("Every thing is funny - Growth through humiliation - Wisdom through loss") ~Leunig~ The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse. ~Helen Keller~ "If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." ~Virginia Woolf~ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** "There is strength in truth." ~The Barton Family Crest~ ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** “Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” — Helen Keller, American social activist, public speaker and author (1880-1968) I have moved the list of my thanks for those who have helped to make this little Blog so very special. I hope that you will take a moment to read the list, growing every day, and let these fellow travellers along this journey know that you appreciate the contributions they make to our walk together.
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| Today has been spent on things of business. Two primary activities have unscrupulously consumed my time today. While they may seem diverse, they are actually closely related. I am in the midst of a business summit, being presented online. As a developer and Alpha tester for a major software manufacturing concern, this week is being spent catching up, gaining information, and planning strategies for the next year's business. Because the originating site is on the West coast, I get to start the days late. Unfortunately, that also means that I finish the day late. Friday seems very far away at the moment. It is not the case that the time has been reserved, by any means. There is sufficient work to create another entire day's business attendance for me. I am currently in the final planning stages of a new company. Setting up the paperwork, creating corporate documents, and setting out the initial strategic activities happens to be occurring simultaneously with this Summit. Multi-tasking is one thing, but this is parallel operation, single-handedly. I am used to working like this; it tends to keep my engine revved up. Having more to do in one day than I can do keeps me focused, on-task, and productive. At least for today, both sides finished at about the same point. The creative side got to imagine the newest innovations in software development, and the logical side of me got to work on incorporation papers, business plans, and planning strategies. Of course, original words were penned, but not in an entertaining fashion. But, even in the dryness of legal documents, I see improvement in my writing. Lassoing the technical legal details in, if not an entertaining, at least understandable way is a good thing. I want to think that, at the completion of this week, the next couple of years will have at least a skeleton. To spend the time putting meat on the bones will be a very good goal, I think. Yet, I do realize that doing sufficient work, one day at a time, will yield the results I hoped for. Dreams become goals with plans. Here's to the plan. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| Tonight, I visited with my friend Tom, and his family. As they were "out of pocket" for the usual St. Patrick's Day celebration, he decided to host a dinner this evening and invited me to join. As I was walking across the street, the first thing I noticed was a driveway full of cars! The entire family was there. This is a very good sign. Tom is a chef, and when he cooks an entire array of folks tend to magically appear at his doorstep. I am always invited to these swarees, and usually attend. Cooked cabbage, Corned Beef, Boiled (and mashed) potatoes, and Soda Bread were the principle entrees of the evening. I was caught short, and unable to find anything Green to wear, but was allowed inside anyway. I'm not Irish, so that rule gets waived. There was absolutely nothing extravagant about this event. It was disgustingly normal. What a relief! It was wonderful just to BE in the midst of a houseful of chaos, with small children running hither and thither, laughing and screaming. It was fully alive in that house. What a blessing! Yes, they know, of course. Tom can look at me and get a pretty clear indication of my condition. So can his wife's mother. Once they eyeballed me, and determined that I was okay, everyone else was okay, too. This is a special family, and they have either conscripted or adopted me (I am not quite sure which) as a grafted member. The overwhelming normalcy of it all really affected me tonight. It was comforting. I was comfortable. When I made my leave, I was truly grateful for the experience. They seemed to appreciate the fact that I showed up, all the way from across the street! LOL I cannot tell you how important normalcy is on this journey. You may suspect it, in the back of your minds, but it can just be so danged hard to manufacture! And, therein lies the secret: don't manufacture normalcy. Let normalcy simply be. There are many times when such atmosphere cannot exist on this journey. When you, or your loved one is sick, normal has a way of getting shunned. That's very sad, I believe. It's not the last St. Patrick's Day, it's just the next one. Whether I see no more, or 50 more (in which case I am really gonna be grumpy!), let each moment of celebration be because of what it is, not because of what you fear. That's normal. And, sometimes, normal is the greatest gift someone on this journey can receive. I know that, for me, this is certainly true tonight. At the moment, for just this moment, I feel normal. While I usually try to run as far from anything normal as possible, tonight it was a balm for my soul. And, for those of you unfamiliar with the term, there you have a perfect example of being "twice blessed". I have no idea of the effort that was required to pull this little event off, other than the notorious preparations my friend makes for such events as this. There were, I learned, a few challenges along the way. But, what I have to take with me into the unknown of tomorrow is the result. It was a very fine evening, with friends, celebrating this holiday the same way we have for years. That was a very special gift, indeed. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| It has been a very quiet weekend for me. Today was a celebration of nothing in particular. I, in the past 72 hours, have slept over 40 of them. That's a quiet weekend. I was given some new drugs this week. By themselves, each one of them seems relatively benign. However, when taken in combination with other drugs that I must take, there is a really rather interesting side effect: sleep. A near comatose state, actually. I decide to lay down to take a short nap, and wake up 11 hours later. There is only so much sleep any body needs. Mine evidently took up collections. There was, in fact a catalyst to these strange side-effects: food. Not only have I had to figure out the correct time for the correct combination, but whether they are taken before, during, or after food. It's been a bit of a struggle, actually. I've been up for an hour, and I could go back for another "nap". This appears to be a unique situation which, in large part, is due to my particular body. Now, don't that just figure? It could only happen to me, right? I did what they told me to do. I took what they told me to take. I ate what they told me to eat, when. I was a good boyee! I learned something nobody knew. My body has a very special ability to mess up any good plan. It has to do, believe it or don't, with leafy green veggies and Coumadin. Enter the nefarious Vitamin K. When the two are ingested within a certain amount of time, with one of the new drugs: kagg city! Well, at least I think we've come up with the world's newest, and most potent weapon against insomnia! Who'da thunk it? I'll be alright. I just need to lay down and take a little nap. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
At the risk of committing a Blogging felony (yes, they DO exist!), I am editing this entry to include the presentation to the Blog of a very special gift I just received. This gift was created by kiyasama, and was presented to me by Kenzie   . Both of these remarkable members are very special friends along this journey, and have been friends to me personally in very real, personal, and practical ways. Thank you so very much. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Well, let's just say today was...interesting. On the up side: I got all my bills paid, thanks to the IRS. I even had a little left over. That is a very most especially good thing. I got my online accounts current, too. Of course, 20 minutes after one bill (ISP) posted the payment, as luck would have it, the next invoice cut.... Talk about a doggy downer! I had a nice chat with my landlord, advising her of the current situation. She has been so very nice to me, and especially since October. I know that she has been a very special Blessing to me. Today, at least for today, we are even. Actually I am a couple of bucks ahead. THAT'S A FIRST! Well, it's a first in a very long time, it seems. The critical bills (by no means all of them, mind you) are current. That takes just a ton of weight off my anal-retentive nerves! That is just one of the myriad ways that my friend Tom has helped me today. We visited the grocery STORES (plural) today. That turned into quite the adventure. I will no doubt tell you about that, soon. The up side of those adventures is that my larder is once again supplied. That also, incidentally, includes refills and new meds. Also, today I had some quality time with my friend, who gave up most of his free space this week to commandeer his life for my needs. Because of my friend, my bills are paid, my shelves are yet once again just way too full, and so is my Tummy (he even made me dinner!). We talked, we joked and laughed, and even argued a bit. He's going out of town for a couple of days, and just had to make sure I was as okay as I can be. Just not so bad for a New York Irishman, is it? When you are on this journey, friends, sometimes you have to face unpleasant realities. None are easy, or welcome. It can be quite surprising to discover that one of the most common of these realities is selfless love. It is incredibly humbling--so much so, that words just do truly fail. How do you say "Thank You!" in the sight of this kind of friendship? When someone whom you call "friend" shows up in such measure that you are overwhelmed by their gift, there is just nothing you can say. It is so much easier being on the giving end than being the receiver of this magnitude of love. Patients know of what I speak. Those who give care to patients may not recognize the magnitude of the altitude of gratitude we feel. We cannot express it. Those giving it would tell us we need not try. But, we want so badly to let you know that we get it, and we are thankful for it. We do try, in as many ways as we can come up with, yet all fall short. In the end, we are just speechless. Sometimes, those who give such love to us feel slighted, because they need to know that we appreciate it, and are at least aware of it. Many patients are so overcome they say nothing, and that can lead to misunderstanding. Shock is the usual result, when it finally gets an airing. I cannot tell my friend in adequate terms just what his friendship alone--not the countless ways he has displayed it in these months--means to me. How am I going to adequately express my gratitude for this day? I cannot. To make matters worse, to try and fall short seems, to the patient, to be a worse condition. To the person giving such selfless love, to know that the reciever is trying to acknowledge such care causes embarassment, or even some anger. "I didn't do it for thanks!" Equally true is the statement: "That does not lessen my requirement to at least try." So, say "Thank You!' Let the rest of the words happen, too. Because, if truth be known, that is what we all are most afraid of. We do not fear the feelings, we fear the words. Words fail both sides at times such as this. But, perhaps in a few years, if my friend ever finds these words, he will understand something he could not, would not, or even perhaps should not understand today. That will suffice. Thank you, Tom. I love you, too. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| I'm not exactly certain what to write about the past couple of days. What I know, for certain, is that things medical seem to be making unscheduled, and unwelcome appearances this week. I don't know how many of you may have ever found yourself in a position such as I had this week--today, in fact. At this particular point, I would advise against ever finding yourself squarely in the middle of an argument between two doctors. I was, today. It wasn't very pretty. It was a gentle (not so) reminder that doctors have the ability to enflame each other with very little effort, or cause. Had it been an argument over the best treatment for the patient (me), that would have somehow made things better. It wasn't the case. Had they been arguing about diagnoses, or prognoses, I would possibly have given some space to disagreement between equals. That wasn't the case either. This was a personal disagreement, played out between two professionals, with a patient between them--virtually unnoticed. One doctor was attempting to instruct the other on how to operate their business. The other doctor was quite obviously upset by this. It was the doctor being lectured to on basic business principles that finally noticed the patient. (My hero!) It happens. Neither of these two are poster children for bedside manner in the first place. They are both quite talented Physicians. They both caused unnecessary distress, anguish, and misery for their patient. I think it was the patient's addressing THIS issue which caused both Physicians to remember they were not alone. It seems that my repeat Colonoscopy cannot take place until at least the latter part of May. That's the earliest date. No one seems to be willing to take the responsibility for backing me off the blood thinner medications, or to be responsible for the hypodermic injections I will require prior to the test being completed. Going off the blood thinners is a very big deal. It pretty much requires some intense follow-up over a minimum of 8 days. The injections are for a radio-isotope. Given the situation, and my condition, a probable hospital admission will be in my future. I wonder which one of them will be showing up. The blood thinner I'm on is being taken at an extremely high dosage. Lowering the dosage, even a little, causes other problems to pop up that can be even more interesting. So it quickly becomes a matter of the devil you know versus the witch you don't know. The disability people have contacted me, telling me that they are still waiting on Pathology reports from various and sundry locations. The lady says she feels confident that my disability will be approved, but.... In my world, historically, a personal statement of mine has always been "All after 'but' is BS!" The local people have come to a standstill on the immediate stuff, concerning medicAid, etc. Tomorrow, I will deal with that stuff, and the hospital regarding the status of the bills. I also have to work on the attitude that seems to be developing within my brain, as well. I have had to remind myself of the Scripture verse at the top of this Blog several times every day this week. Illness has pressures that play on your brain after a time. Life has its own pressures to fill in the spaces when the illness pressures take a break. I'm thinking that if this doesn't find some release sometime soon, in some constructive way, I'm going to have to get some "special" pills. I had an Aunt that used to call them "nerve pills". Believe me, the very last thing she was on this medication was nervous. Immobile, perhaps, but never nervous. You know the ones I mean. I would also ask you to keep my Aunt Jena in your thoughts and prayers. She is having a very difficult time, over in Hampton, Virginia. I can't touch her as I wish, but I can keep her in my heart, lifted up. I do. My cousin Annie B. is doing everything within her power to be there for AJ, and she is feeling the pressure as well. She could use your thoughts and prayers, too. This is such a difficult journey for her. She is at a point where she requires more than merely human strength. I ask for your help in getting that help to her. The next little while is a journey of faith in many different ways. The unknown stands before me in stark reality. It will take some time to get other people on-board with this whole testing thing. I feel as if that person is not yet known to me. I cannot explain that, yet it is a feeling which I have very strongly. My faith is secure, even as my feet are feeling rather clay-esque. That's okay, because that is where the feet of faith find their ground. I hope you can find your way on your journey, too. Holding Dad's hand is a conviction many people cannot accept. For me, it is my secret weapon. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| I've got a cold. Not good, under the best of circumtances, but really not good now. Of course, I actually have not found a place on my Calendar where having a Cold IS a good thing. I think it was a gift from the family of my friend, Tom. He is just beginning to get over a whopper of a cold that was passed around his house for the past couple of weeks. With three adults, and two pre-teen children, it takes a while for the average bug to get the hint. Along I come, and go to visit my friend. The bugs, they just ganged up on me! Of course, the folks over there, the folks are happy to hear that a mass escape has occurred. I get feelin' a little sick, and Tom starts perkin' right up. Don't it just warm yer heart? I'm warmin' up (speakin' of) to the task of re-writing some 10 chapters of the book. Mostly, it's just re-editing work that should have gone with the finished book to my Editor, but didn't. I know you will be shocked, but I am actually trying to make the words better, overall. I mean, since I'm here and all... My editor has agreed to simply read to the end. I have that much time to get the re-edits to her. That's a very good thing. My Editor is, among other things, a speed reader. That is a very bad thing. So, the time crunch is on. I have five chapters done, with five chapters waiting. Maybe by noon, tomorrow, I can re-ship the completed book. This time, I'll make sure to accept all my changes! In other trivial news, it was 81 degrees outside my little house today. I woke up before dawn this morning. I wake up at the computer. I start the coffee, and check my mail while it brews. I can't breathe without a least one cup of coffee in me. I have a weather desktop icon. I press it, and the current weather pops up on my screen. This morning, I thought it was reporting the wrong location. It was 67 degrees before sunup. I remember days like that. It's not supposed to get cold tonight; it's supposed to rain. In a few days, it will be Springtime on the Calendar. Maybe Phil got it right, this time. I gotta go crunch words. How was your day? In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| I have had an opportunity to look at some of my favorite Blogs today, but failed to leave comments for several of them. I will visit again this week, and comment my responses. I had to "hit and run" because of other commitments. There seems to be either pre-Spring fever, or cabin fever, or something going on in the good ole Blogsville these days. Cyclical as the seasons, for sure. I know that can confound me. It is nearly 70 degrees outside the front door of my little house. Tomorrow is supposed to be even warmer. It should be warm throughout the week, with wet weather later (Thursday). Phil is tryin' to be right after all, it would seem. I really hope that Spring will just bust out all over the place. As those of you who know me best will attest, I have a particularly difficult relationship with Winter, at best. I will not miss the cold weather. But, 79 degrees in March? Global warming, perhaps? There has been some interesting revelations on that, of late. Scientists now believe they have sufficient information to predict the next 80 years. The predictions run the gamut from nothing to calamity, depending on the amount of time we take to begin doing something about it, and what we do about it. Science is a wonderful thing, isn't it? I hope your day brought joy, happiness, and smiles. I do appreciate the comments on my entry yesterday. I thank you for your response. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| I am learning many things. Many of those things are about me; things that I never knew before. Sometimes, on this journey, you get bone tired, just plain old every-day weary. Sometimes, the energy flows, and you just can't seem to slow down. That can make for a bit of a "bungie" effect, that keeps your body and brain attempting to keep up. Sometimes, the joy is so full, you feel as though your heart will burst from an inability to contain it all. The happiness gets amplified, and magnified to such a degree that you feel like you are glowing. I like those times. It is these times that make me want so much to give one more good thing to the world. Sometimes, the sadness is so deep, you feel as though your heart has broken completely. The hurt is so very great that even breathing can be difficult. The aching heart feels pressed between hopelessness and impossibility. Words fail, actions seem empty. The tears flow, seeming to come from a depth that you didn't realize existed within your body. Anger can boil up, and boil over for reasons you can neither understand nor explain. Words are very sharp, and can pierce deeper than a two-edged sword. The pain they cause can cause wounds that time often simply does not heal. Words heard, or words spoken are both susceptible to cause pain for others. Silence, too can have this same effect. Sometimes, these different realities can merge at the most inconspicuous moment. When that happens, what we usually feel most is--lost. However you describe it, the various possibilities of combinations of these, and other realities can hit you like a ton of bricks. I've had a day like that today. It's no big deal, really. Everyone alive has days like that. Tragedy has a way of emptying my sails. In my life, tragedy has been a close companion. Today has been filled with it. It has sucker-punched me. It is not a personal tragedy, but it is tragedy none-the-less. I sit here feeling like I just don't know what to do. For a person who has a history of being the answer to other peoples' tragedy, I can tell you this does not feel comfortable in the least. What do you do, when you just don't know what to do? There is something I have wanted to do for a while. I live in Indiana. This state has an Organ Donor organization that has been approved to include a symbol  on your Driver's License if you desire to be a total organ / tissue donor. Tonight, I learned that there is an Organ Donor Registry in this state. In the State of Indiana, 170 people became Organ Donors last YEAR! Some facts: Every day in the United States, 17 people die waiting for a needed organ transplant.Last year in the United States, 25,000 lives were saved because of organ transplantation.This year in the United States, 88,000 lives are waiting for needed organ transplantation.Every twelve seconds in the United States, another name is added to the transplantation waiting list.There are currently 757 names on the Indiana transplantation waiting list.Last year, 170 Hoosier organ donors transplanted 583 organs.Last year, over 1,000 Hoosiers transplanted tissue.Tonight, one more Hoosier said "Yes!" to a request to be a life donor. There is a statistic on the donor registry site that I find startling:In the USA, 35% of those on the transplantation waiting list for kidneys are African-Americans. In the USA, 12% of the population is African American. In the USA, 0% of the population will be helped if I do nothing. 98,853 Americans, and 757 hoosiers are waiting for donors so that they may have a second chance at life. I did something. Will you? If you would like to have more information, or if you, like me, just need to do something good in that time when you just don't know what to do--here's something you can do. I urge you to register and become a total organ donor. Communicate your wishes to your family and friends. Does it matter? To the family of a friend who today lost a Dad, Brother, Uncle, Husband, and Son because there was no organ to transplant--yes, it really matters. To the seven people who got a second shot at life because of one donor who died last week--yes, it really does matter. This was not an impulse decision on my part. Family members who have died as organ donors have given the gift of life, sight, tissue, and organs to those who want to live. I am familiar with the program, and with the process. Today, because of a close tragedy and a lucky word from a friend, there really was something I could do. It doesn't make my sadness less, but it does. It doesn't make my anger at the unnecessary loss of life any less, but it does. Why? Because that which I could do, I did. It is so simple, yet it does mean so very much. I hope you will, too. Because when you don't know what to do, you just can't do anything. But, when you know that there is something you can do, everything changes. Don't save it for use later. Later just never comes. For more information, and to register as a total organ donor in your town, please click on the link, and do something that you CAN do. For those who can't say it, and for those who never will know who should hear it: Thank You!http://www.donatelife.net/ In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| Okay, okay. So I'm anal-retentive, sue me! I'm so trashed out by the first nine chapters of the book that the Editor got that I am re-writing them. None of the changes from the original draft saved into the chapters that she got. I know why, and it's too long to go into here. But, basically, it has to do with "tracked changes" being accepted before saving and closing the file. I did, the system didn't. On the other hand, one more look isn't so bad, is it? GRRRRRRRR! My editor has been flagged off these chapters. Actually I requested she just read the book. By the 10th chapter, all will be (nearly) perfect. MSWord is the culprit, and I am going to fix the work so she sees what she should. Life is good. Uh Huh. I've been trying to figure out this whole internet connection 24/7 thing. I spend just way too much time online, like everyone else around here I know. At first I thought it might be viral. But, I've come to the conclusion that it is intentional. I've been looking at my online presence, and looking at what I want to participate in for the next months. As one friend told me recently, I'm all over the net like a hooker's all over town! But, point taken. Interestingly enough, things have occurred to assist me in my trimming. Like a major argument, site-wide, that just became too embarassing to watch, for instance. There is a complexion to the Internet. It changes every once in a while. Life tends to travel in 90 day cycles (if you haven't noticed). Subtle changes to the Internet happen at about the same rate. It is interesting to see the changes, anticipate the next change, and then watch as your prediction plays itself out. So, today I am three sites lighter. Or, as my friend might tell it, I am three corners short of a pimp. It's not a lot, but it is something. There is an overwhelming sense of relief, to be honest. To reclaim that time is a good thing. But, what to do with the additional time? Fly the Simulator, perhaps. Or play one more XBox NCAA football game. Or... If the time re-claimed has no productive purpose, what is the benefit? Less stress, perhaps. Less anxiety, for sure. That is a very good thing. I do not want to become boring, or painfully bored. With "Notre Dame" nearly in the can, there is just a ton of available time, right? Umm, not on yer life, Virginia. The time I'm reclaiming will soon be put to use in other ways for the successful birth of the book, and the series. There are second, and third books working. There are other projects. And, there is WDC. That takes up the better part of a day, and a life. I wonder where all that other "life" stuff went to. It's confusing. I'm not an out-of-control writing maniac, am I? I don't know for sure. Is this a mental shift because of drugs? Is this something I should be "noticing"? Am I becoming so inflexible that I have no patience with other peoples' opinions? Am I becoming a curmudgeon, after all? I have to go to WalMartTRB and refill my larder. I am toast. I don't wanna go. I gotta go. I ain't goin'. I don't gotta go. I can starve if I wanna! You can't make me go! Okay, I'm goin'. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
| A very special thanks to the creator of this very special gift, shleprock, and gifted to me by my special friend kiyasama, who is a treasured friend on this journey. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** It has been added to my page of Thanks, and Thanksgiving. The book has been shipped off to the Editor. Of course, you do know what that means, right? I decided to look at what was (past tense) shipped. I didn't make 50 pages before I had found sufficient typos to recall the work. Lor-Dee, it just never ends! Oh well, no editing for me this weekend. Let her find them, scream and throw things. It's only fair, after all. <insert evil smirk here>. Of course, I will update all the changes--once she has painfully brought them to my attention. It just works out better that way. In His Care, and Yours, Budroe |
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