All posts by Jeffery Newton

Jeffery Newton is a Freelance Writer, Blogger.

Cancer is like an oil change


DeskMy life feels like an oil can – not exactly, “Oil Can Henry’s,” to say – just an oil can running low on grunt and grease. The engine starts fine, humanwise. It’s just grut in the oil of the human body, that’s rustic and old.

The human body, these days runs like an automobile engine running the newest and oldest of technology, like “self driving cars and more.” Not exactly fresh off the assembly line, unfortunately, that’s what it feels like, while living and battling cancer.

I’m really not the newest model off Ford Motor Company’s assembly line, but, an old rustic ’65 caterpillar running on spare bone parts, which you can hardly find in this day, age and century, unless you’ve checked every “bone yard” in town and came up empty-handed in the bare bones of the never ending salvage wars.

oz1015-341It seems so surreal, that the disease is real, that I’m still “shocked and amazed,” at the diagnoses of getting Cancer.

Cancer astounds me so much, I wish I knew how to turn it off and fix the broken part myself, which, I would ideally find anew off the assembly line, while playing catch up with the Lion and the Scarecrow on the Yellow Brick Road as they make their way to “Oz,” with Dorothy and Toto.

It seems to be the catalyst of life or is it? An equation that still needs mending to the problematic of answers. But, it’s not nearly enough to conquer the fight to judgement fighting a disease, while fighting a medieval knight to the final countdown toward his entry into Knighthood in the fabled land of Camelot.

My life now is in the middle ages of those medieval times, but it’s certainly not the 5th Century to say – it’s the roaring 21st Century – “The Buck Rogers” Century. But, I’m not fighting for the knighthood of the 5th Century to 15th Centuries of those medieval times. It may feel like modern times with a twist of 5th Century Medieval times, but that’s what it feels like inside – I’m in the race for knighthood literally.

As I endure my second round of chemotherapy this week. I’m feeling chastised of continuing with life, work, writing and probably producing and writing short films, not only to mention that, but also help my best friend and brother with his business along the way.

As Lt. Pete “Maverick” Mitchel,” would say to his co-pilot “Goose” in the Movie “Top Gun” – “I feel good,” as they slap high fives on the tarmac of “Fighter Town, USA, known as Top Gun.” I’m feeling the same way a Maverick stated to Goose in the movie with Tom Cruise.

Has life would have it, we have a wrap and the fight goes on until it’s no longer seen as threat to the human body. As my friends and family say, “You got this,” your damn right, I got this and I’m ready for battle as the USS Gerald Ford sets sail to the high seas after being christian a few days ago the battle goes on.

There was change, big changes – Yikes!


ChangeI know some of my readers and followers of my blog have been questioning and wondering in “thought,” why I have posted lately? You might as well pull up a chair and have something to drink as this could be a long or short blog entry – depending on how these old lingering fingers do the typing, as I write this blog.

Since, my last post back in May, things started to take a turn for some unexpected changes in early June. I was planning on running a series of blog posts back May and then change came – for starters, I went back to work for a company, I once worked for back in my younger years in the restaurant industry in the late 80’s and early 90’s.

Suddenly, change number two took place in the middle of June and landed me in the hospital on unexpected medical issues, including the an astounding diagnosis of “Cancer.”

“How it got there and where it came from is a Diagnosis Mystery,” certainly not the murderous type with the likes of Dick Van Dyke and his “Diagnosis Murder”. I was told by a friend, actually, my best friend who not only is my best friend, but also my brother. He told me, a doctor who was treating his wife at the time for Brain Cancer, that “everyone has cancer,” but, it was just a matter of time for it to show up in the doctor’s diagnosis during medical tests and more – “sometimes, it could be years before it actually shows up,” he said.

It all came “without warning” and an astounding surprise to everyone in mu family twenty-five hundred miles from home in the Pacific Northwest, as I settled for a new life in America’s heartland – the Midwest and the Great Lakes.

While spending my time in the hospital for a week, I kept wondering why things were so jittery and I kept asking myself, “why me?”.

At the same time, I kept asking the higher powers of heaven for answers as I held my faith in the trust and the powers to be of heaven to one day find the truthful answer to my astounding and mysterious questions of, “why?”.

time-travel-header1.jpgPerhaps, it was a calling card to get me to look at the better leases of life and to straighten my ways of life for the better and more? Anything could be possible, I’m thing and I just have to do the math to find the right equation to get the right answer I’m looking for.

As Mark Walberg’s character, Mark Watney was stranded on the planet Mars, I kept thinking towards the end of the film, when he addresses students about his journey of getting stranded on Mars and “everything goes south, you gotta work the math to fix the problem,” he said to a ground of NASA students looking for a future in Space Exploration and beyond.

As I write this, I keep wondering, if this all had to do with the recent events that took place in Oregon, before I moved to the Midwest with my best friend and his wife, where the weather is much warmer and there are more severe storms than in the Pacific Northwest.

Perhaps? This an another clue to the answers of life? Again, anything is possible, I still have to figure out the equation to find the right answers to life.

Continue reading There was change, big changes – Yikes!

New Era


When you start something new, you always wonder how you got there in the first place? 

Yesterday, I did something, that I’ve not done in a million years or should I say in ages! The tactic was simple, you walk into a business, inquire within the minds of its management and you realize toward the end,  you just went on a fishing expedition and you reeled in the bissgest fish in more than twenty  years. 

It amazes me on how,  I did just that! But,  it was easier than, I thought? it would  be from the beginning. I gambled my marbles and poker chips early, the payoff was better,  against the odds. 

“Huzzah”, as friend would say later in the evening,  when she gets the news of what just happened several  hours earlier.

Life is likely to keep me here for now – even though,  I still miss the great Pacific  Northwest and its where “home” is – but for now,  a new era starts fresh and who knows, where it will lead next?

“Huzzah!”….

Armchair blogger


cropped-underwood_typewriter1.jpgNot very often, do I often get to do the “armchair blogging” run on my blog from a reclining chair.

There’s so much sense from writing and blogging from an office chair in my shared office with my best friend and brother, as we share half of the same desk.

But, writing from an armchair is like writing from a fishing boat with no set course of where you’re wanting to drop anchor and sport fish for the rest of the day. Viola, it’s just that, being the writer & the blogger right from an armchair quarterback – the recliner.

“Why the change as you ask?”, well, beats the hell-outta me for sure!

The change of scenery gives me, the chance of mind bogging the game plan and the mere creativity of writing a blog with the envision of the next great American blog – not exactly the great American Novel.

snoopy_editsBut, there’s a catch, your writing instructor never told you to “eat, sleep, edit and write”, while reclining in an a reclining armchair as writer and blogger, much like Snoopy writing and editing atop his Red Baron Dog House in the Peanuts Comics Strips, by the Charles M. Schulz.

However you write, it’s best to try not to go to sleep while you’re reclining to comfort, with that said, it’s literally addicting and delusional as a bad habit. Go figures. That’s the rattle tat tale of being an “armchair writer and blogger” on sensible Monday, when it comes to a stormin” normin day of hectic writing in a recliner.