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I’m still sticking with the changes as things progress with my Cancer treatment as it goes into its fourth dosage of Chemotherapy with two more to go until the next PET Scan takes place to see where things are sitting and if the Chemotherapy treatments have helped stop the spread of the disease? I would consider it an extension of my lifespan on earth, if the PET scan results come back favorable to the medical team that is treating me for my cancer.
I’m just hoping for the better than the wacky canny insane results, where things go downward spiral into uncertainty, “let’s hope for the best of the best, not the worst of the worst,” I say in my centurion old mind at this age and life.
The new ride
A couple of weeks ago, I took this blue thing out of lay-a-way and brought it home from the shop. It was probably one of the best investments I’ve ever made since my move from Oregon over six months ago to the Midwest.
The bad boy has been getting me “addicted,” in “driving” to and from work and to my chemotherapy appointments at the cancer. It feels refreshing not having to fight to rely on getting a ride share with UBER or vying for the car with my Brother’s wife and juggling between our doctor’s appointments, my work schedule – this “new toy,” literally saves the day, ultimately.
It makes sense in having your “own set of wheels,” and get this – gas is way cheaper, when you can get a full tank of gas, a gallon to say and getting nearly 70 to 100 MPG before filling the tank on the next round at fuel at the pump.
Besides, it only cost me, $2.98 a gallon at the local gas station, where we get our fuel for our cars and now my bike. I’m actually enjoying it more than ever, since I learned to ride and drive motorcycles as a kid on my Grandparent’s farm as a child, along with my cousin’s when we were all young at heart.
The sense of having your own wheels makes, the “independency” a little more “wicked” and bubbly to be able to do what you want to do and where you want to go, when and whenever you want too. I had the same sensibility with my bicycle back in Oregon, when I would hop on the bike and take long day rides around town or out into the country or take the bike on the bus and go to a town miles away with the use of public transportation and ride the bike back home for the ride of the day…
Making memories last
Memories are made when your able to do that the things you want to do with the things you already own and call your own as well. That’s the same feeling that I have with my new Denali Scooter, named, “Blue.”
It’s nice to take a ride to places you’ve not yet explored, once you’ve made a major move to a new home and while visiting “Fidler’s Pond” in Goshen, Indiana. It’s an awesome piece of land with a well stocked with fish and an awesome walking/bike path around the park.
I had a chance to visit this historic park along the Lincoln Highway in Goshen over the past couple of month’s. It’s just a beauty to see and watch, as nature calls it home for the many animals that live in the surrounding area of the pond.
There’s amble parking and a picnic area for all to enjoy as well as an outhouse barn, that will allow you to visit and tour the park, as well take a canoe into the water and paddle away as the ripple effects of the wind-driven water brings of waves to life as paddle and make your way across the pond.
Life is good. Cancer treatment is going well and better than I had originally thought. But it’s good to know, that I’m in good hands with the folks at the Cancer Center that have been treating me like a Royal King with surpreme treatment with the royalty of love and compassion of their patients that they treat on a daily basis.
Until next time – that’s a wrap.
My 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.
It 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.
I 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?”.
Perhaps, 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.
So, here’s the question of the day – “If you were to run for something? What would it be? Think about it, because it’s a crafted and complicated question to think about.”
For some reason, that was the Q&A of the day that came to mind, so, I figured, I’d ask the readers of what that they thought and why.