Had a lovely light lunch poolside, with Stanford Football Team.
Ensemble - The Lion King – Circle Of Life
Stanford University – Come Join The Band(for all the Stanford readers)(probably a small number)(probably a fraction, or decimal, a quotient, or integer, or a binary notation, or a derivative)
University Of Wisconsin – On, Wisconsin(A larger number of readers, possibly a prime number.)(not an SEC bone in my body, Go Bucks!)
I am closing the book on this year at The Fairmont Scottsdale Hotel. We are headed towards The Willow Stream Spa, for the day. A spa day is the perfect way to finish up a year that was anything but a spa year.
Beth and I were married 20 years ago today. I am blessed.
I cannot begin to thank all the people who have supported me through this difficult process. Your kind thoughts and prayers supported me through the dark times. Some of us may never meet, but thank you. You inquired, you paid attention. You asked regularly "How's your husband, brother, cousin, father, uncle, nephew, buddy? Why did he stop writing? Is he dead?" You physically, and metaphysically transported me each day to the treatment facilities, and medical offices. You waited patiently, and welcomed me optimistically as I emerged from therapy. The letters, cards, food, and gifts, were well above and beyond anything I could have anticipated. Your sacrifice, compassion, concern, and generosity are immeasurable.
The word family has a much deeper meaning than it did just 6 months ago. The sense of community has been enhanced exponentially. I will attempt to repay the kindness as best I can, as opportunities are presented.
I'm feeling better.
For my part I will attempt to stay connected. You people are a Power Source.
Jason Mraz – I'm Yours
NEEDTOBREATHE – Drive All Night
NEEDTOBREATHE – The Outsiders
Health, Happiness, & Love!
TJH
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Let's turn the page 12/19/11-12/31/11
Hello Switzerland!
Happy Birthday to my baby brother Marty!(12/24/63)
– Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland
– Bruce Springsteen - Thunder Road
Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared
Frank Turner – I Still Believe
Mary Chapin Carpenter – I Feel Lucky
The Beach Boys – Good Vibrations
Death Cab for Cutie – Soul Meets Body
Boz Scaggs – Georgia
We Just Disagree – Dave Mason
All of the "cancer related" accouterments have been extracted. The 4 unopened cases of nutritional canned tube food are being donated. The leftover dope has been destroyed. The wraps, bandages, ointments, oils, balms, and pharmacy related products are gone(except the new and improved puke bags those are keepers). I have some clean space on my bathroom countertop.
The port was removed as scheduled. The power-port was professionally installed by a surgeon, and the same surgeon choreographed the removal. I checked in at 9:30am, and was released at 3pm. This was the final surgical procedure related to cancer. As much as I didn't want to have surgery the week of Christmas/Hanukkah, I really didn't want to carry any unnecessary physical reminders into the New Year. The surgeon came into the curtained pre-op holding area, and gave a good explanation of the procedure, and it's risks. I let him know that we were performance oriented, and that there would be no box of candy if the potential negative occurrences, occurred. The Anesthesiologist went through the same procedure. Beth was given an Outback steakhouse pager, and waited patiently. The surgeon got the candy, and I'm feeling better than expected.
If I can gradually get my salivary glands, and taste buds back, I will really be ready to kick it in gear. I am currently weighing-in at 158 pounds, and have a limited appetite. I can hold my hands around my thighs, and touch my fingers together. Chicken legs, and wings.
The Holidays are here, and I have been given more than I could have ever hoped. The gifts received this year greatly outweigh the challenges. I just didn't know it as it was happening. I really do have a better perspective in retrospect.
An already abundant life hits hyperdrive this time of year. I want to make sure that I give, and take in, as much life as possible.
Here's wishing you more happiness then all my words can tell,
Not just alone fore Christmas, but for all the year as well.
Beth and I had to say goodbye to our dear friend(13 years) and loyal cat Samson. He sat on my lap every day during the course of my treatments. He heard my fears, and gave me support. He was a very friendly, and trusting lap cat. He will be missed.
Beth and I are celebrating out 20th wedding anniversary on New Years Eve.
I am Blessed.
Thank you all,
TJH
Dan Fogelberg – Same Old Lang Syne
James Taylor – Auld Lang Syne
Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – Christmas Song (Live)
Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time
Happy Birthday to my baby brother Marty!(12/24/63)
– Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland
– Bruce Springsteen - Thunder Road
Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared
Frank Turner – I Still Believe
Mary Chapin Carpenter – I Feel Lucky
The Beach Boys – Good Vibrations
Death Cab for Cutie – Soul Meets Body
Boz Scaggs – Georgia
We Just Disagree – Dave Mason
All of the "cancer related" accouterments have been extracted. The 4 unopened cases of nutritional canned tube food are being donated. The leftover dope has been destroyed. The wraps, bandages, ointments, oils, balms, and pharmacy related products are gone(except the new and improved puke bags those are keepers). I have some clean space on my bathroom countertop.
The port was removed as scheduled. The power-port was professionally installed by a surgeon, and the same surgeon choreographed the removal. I checked in at 9:30am, and was released at 3pm. This was the final surgical procedure related to cancer. As much as I didn't want to have surgery the week of Christmas/Hanukkah, I really didn't want to carry any unnecessary physical reminders into the New Year. The surgeon came into the curtained pre-op holding area, and gave a good explanation of the procedure, and it's risks. I let him know that we were performance oriented, and that there would be no box of candy if the potential negative occurrences, occurred. The Anesthesiologist went through the same procedure. Beth was given an Outback steakhouse pager, and waited patiently. The surgeon got the candy, and I'm feeling better than expected.
If I can gradually get my salivary glands, and taste buds back, I will really be ready to kick it in gear. I am currently weighing-in at 158 pounds, and have a limited appetite. I can hold my hands around my thighs, and touch my fingers together. Chicken legs, and wings.
The Holidays are here, and I have been given more than I could have ever hoped. The gifts received this year greatly outweigh the challenges. I just didn't know it as it was happening. I really do have a better perspective in retrospect.
An already abundant life hits hyperdrive this time of year. I want to make sure that I give, and take in, as much life as possible.
Here's wishing you more happiness then all my words can tell,
Not just alone fore Christmas, but for all the year as well.
Beth and I had to say goodbye to our dear friend(13 years) and loyal cat Samson. He sat on my lap every day during the course of my treatments. He heard my fears, and gave me support. He was a very friendly, and trusting lap cat. He will be missed.
Beth and I are celebrating out 20th wedding anniversary on New Years Eve.
I am Blessed.
Thank you all,
TJH
Dan Fogelberg – Same Old Lang Syne
James Taylor – Auld Lang Syne
Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – Christmas Song (Live)
Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time
Sunday, December 18, 2011
I have a new navel! Just what I always wanted. 12/14/11-12/19/11
Hello Kuala Lumpur! Yep, I'm huge in Malaysia.
Hello Brazil, Russia, Hungary, Ireland(about time), and USVI.
It's an International Party!
Marvin Gaye(as requested by the Plain Dealer Ohio Golf Coach of the Year TERRY HOPKINS St. Ignatius Notable: Just completed his second season as head coach after spending four years as an assistant. The Wildcats posted the best finish of a local team in the state tournament, finishing fifth with a score of 637. They also won the prestigious Kiely Cup at Canterbury by three shots and a sectional championship by eight shots at the Legacy Course at Sweetbriar. They were second in the district tournament at Pine Hills for the second year in a row.(still looking for a replacement roommate)
Abba – Dancing Queen(per Molly's request)
Weather Report – Birdland
Dropkick Murphys – Peg O' My Heart
Amy Winehouse – The Girl From Ipanema
Vladimir Mischouk – Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
Malaysian Romance Song
Jimmy Buffett – Son Of A Son Of A Sailor(Merry X-Mas Captain Kevin Maddock)
I have a brand new navel, 3 inches above my original navel. Kinda freaks me out. The new navel was not on the list of cancer related side effects. Neither was the Radiation Hairline, or the Radiation Rot in my dental ex-rays. In January I get to get a new crown. My ex-rays in June were all normal. The dentist said I did very well, considering the treatment regimen. They made 2 sets of mouthpieces to be used during my treatment. They gave me lozenges, rinses, and a prescription fluoride toothpaste. I coat the mouthpiece with prescription fluoride each day for 15 minutes.Glad I took the oral hygiene warnings seriously. I don't even want to think about what kind of condition my teeth would be in if I had not been diligent(Meth Mouth).
I found myself trying on tuxedoes this week. Not sure why I felt moved to start so soon, the wedding is not until August 11. I own some baggy assed tuxedoes. Which shoes should I wear? Black patent leather, black tie ups, black loafers? Which studs, and links? Which dress watch? Should I grow my hair out? A beard is definitely not an option, even though I'll be right near Amish country.
I have had a pretty good week. I received some phone calls that brightened my days. The Season has added to my already heightened emotional awareness. The kids, lights, traffic, and general speed is somewhat daunting. I feel like a kid trying to get back into the jump ropes.
I made my way out to a couple of social functions this week. My enthusiasm is high, but my stamina remains below average. The parties were great, and I was able to get myself cleaned up, and into the mix. The mix is a little overwhelming. Everyone knows that I was sick, and that I'm very lucky to be celebrating anything. The friends that I run into, are constant reminders of the love that exists in my life.
People are welcoming me back to life. I've been missed. I did overhear a friend of mine comment "I liked him better when he had cancer"(he was kidding). I'm definitely feeling better. It's good to be back!
Tomorrow I check in for surgery at 9:30am. I seriously considered postponing this procedure until after the Holidays. I am such a wimp. The delay would not serve me any good purpose. The timing is perfect. The temporary distress is temporary. The Port must be removed, because I no longer need to have easy medical access to my arteries. They do have to get an IV started prior to the surgery, and I wanted to know why they couldn't just use the port for one last time. She gave me some medical mumbo jumbo, but they are still giving me an IV. I'm drinking another gallon of water before midnight so that I am adequately hydrated, and well veined.
Cliff Edwards – When You Wish Upon A Star
Danny & Dusty – Song For The Dreamers
Sly & The Family Stone – Everyday People
Justin Hines – Say What You Will
The Head And The Heart – Lost in My Mind
Be Safe,
TJH
Hello Brazil, Russia, Hungary, Ireland(about time), and USVI.
It's an International Party!
Marvin Gaye(as requested by the Plain Dealer Ohio Golf Coach of the Year TERRY HOPKINS St. Ignatius Notable: Just completed his second season as head coach after spending four years as an assistant. The Wildcats posted the best finish of a local team in the state tournament, finishing fifth with a score of 637. They also won the prestigious Kiely Cup at Canterbury by three shots and a sectional championship by eight shots at the Legacy Course at Sweetbriar. They were second in the district tournament at Pine Hills for the second year in a row.(still looking for a replacement roommate)
Abba – Dancing Queen(per Molly's request)
Weather Report – Birdland
Dropkick Murphys – Peg O' My Heart
Amy Winehouse – The Girl From Ipanema
Vladimir Mischouk – Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy
Malaysian Romance Song
Jimmy Buffett – Son Of A Son Of A Sailor(Merry X-Mas Captain Kevin Maddock)
I have a brand new navel, 3 inches above my original navel. Kinda freaks me out. The new navel was not on the list of cancer related side effects. Neither was the Radiation Hairline, or the Radiation Rot in my dental ex-rays. In January I get to get a new crown. My ex-rays in June were all normal. The dentist said I did very well, considering the treatment regimen. They made 2 sets of mouthpieces to be used during my treatment. They gave me lozenges, rinses, and a prescription fluoride toothpaste. I coat the mouthpiece with prescription fluoride each day for 15 minutes.Glad I took the oral hygiene warnings seriously. I don't even want to think about what kind of condition my teeth would be in if I had not been diligent(Meth Mouth).
I found myself trying on tuxedoes this week. Not sure why I felt moved to start so soon, the wedding is not until August 11. I own some baggy assed tuxedoes. Which shoes should I wear? Black patent leather, black tie ups, black loafers? Which studs, and links? Which dress watch? Should I grow my hair out? A beard is definitely not an option, even though I'll be right near Amish country.
I have had a pretty good week. I received some phone calls that brightened my days. The Season has added to my already heightened emotional awareness. The kids, lights, traffic, and general speed is somewhat daunting. I feel like a kid trying to get back into the jump ropes.
I made my way out to a couple of social functions this week. My enthusiasm is high, but my stamina remains below average. The parties were great, and I was able to get myself cleaned up, and into the mix. The mix is a little overwhelming. Everyone knows that I was sick, and that I'm very lucky to be celebrating anything. The friends that I run into, are constant reminders of the love that exists in my life.
People are welcoming me back to life. I've been missed. I did overhear a friend of mine comment "I liked him better when he had cancer"(he was kidding). I'm definitely feeling better. It's good to be back!
Tomorrow I check in for surgery at 9:30am. I seriously considered postponing this procedure until after the Holidays. I am such a wimp. The delay would not serve me any good purpose. The timing is perfect. The temporary distress is temporary. The Port must be removed, because I no longer need to have easy medical access to my arteries. They do have to get an IV started prior to the surgery, and I wanted to know why they couldn't just use the port for one last time. She gave me some medical mumbo jumbo, but they are still giving me an IV. I'm drinking another gallon of water before midnight so that I am adequately hydrated, and well veined.
Cliff Edwards – When You Wish Upon A Star
Danny & Dusty – Song For The Dreamers
Sly & The Family Stone – Everyday People
Justin Hines – Say What You Will
The Head And The Heart – Lost in My Mind
Be Safe,
TJH
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Street Cred 12/6/11
Happy Birthday George, you are the best!
The Beatles – Help! [1965 Stereo Mix]
The Beatles – All You Need Is Love
Beatles – Strawberry Fields
Beatles - Yesterday
Roxy Music – Jealous Guy
The Beatles – In My Life
The Beatles – A Day In The Life
The Beatles – Let It Be
The Beatles – imagine
RIP John Lennon
I could listen to his stuff all day!
My ab really hurts. The ab that was exposed when the feeding tube was installed, was re-exposed yesterday during the extraction. The abdomen has never been an anatomical priority. I always had great hair, a fine vocabulary, and rakish good looks.
It looks like I was shot(with a .45, not a .22), while filming a rap video. I have a larger than expected divot 3 inches above my navel. It is nasty. I took the gauze off in the shower, and my knees buckled. The gauze was semi-stuck to the wound. The Doctor suggested a 4x4 gauze pad, and some neosporin to redress the wound. I have no idea why there were no stitches, or painkillers. I'd like to nick him with a 4x4.
My inner gangster has not been exposed during my illness. Hopefully you peeps will never get the opportunity to mix it up with my Beast. Helter Skelter!
I got blisters on my fingers!
Eminem – Lose Yourself
Nellie– Ride with Me
House Of Pain – Jump Around
Everlast – What It's Like [Amended Version]
The Beatles – Help! [1965 Stereo Mix]
The Beatles – All You Need Is Love
Beatles – Strawberry Fields
Beatles - Yesterday
Roxy Music – Jealous Guy
The Beatles – In My Life
The Beatles – A Day In The Life
The Beatles – Let It Be
The Beatles – imagine
RIP John Lennon
I could listen to his stuff all day!
My ab really hurts. The ab that was exposed when the feeding tube was installed, was re-exposed yesterday during the extraction. The abdomen has never been an anatomical priority. I always had great hair, a fine vocabulary, and rakish good looks.
It looks like I was shot(with a .45, not a .22), while filming a rap video. I have a larger than expected divot 3 inches above my navel. It is nasty. I took the gauze off in the shower, and my knees buckled. The gauze was semi-stuck to the wound. The Doctor suggested a 4x4 gauze pad, and some neosporin to redress the wound. I have no idea why there were no stitches, or painkillers. I'd like to nick him with a 4x4.
My inner gangster has not been exposed during my illness. Hopefully you peeps will never get the opportunity to mix it up with my Beast. Helter Skelter!
I got blisters on my fingers!
Eminem – Lose Yourself
Nellie– Ride with Me
House Of Pain – Jump Around
Everlast – What It's Like [Amended Version]
It is very difficult to find decent gangsta rap without a bunch of F, and N, Bombs.
Come on Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Tupac, Biggie, ODB, let's bust out some fresh rhymes that don't require censor scrutiny. Oh wait half of you guys are dead...nevermind.
Peace,Out,
TJH
Monday, December 5, 2011
Tube Steak 12/5/11
Happy Birthday Colleen!
The Tubes – What Do You Want From Life?
The Tubes – White Punks On Dope
Nena – 99 Red Balloons
Goldfinger – 99 Red Balloons
Junior Wells – (I Got A) Stomach Ache
Buddy Guy & Junior Wells – Messin' With The Kid
The feeding tube was professionally installed in June. I was prepped for surgery at Banner Baywood. I had a pre-surgical consult with the anesthesiologist, and gastroenterologist. I had a warm blanket, to help keep me comfortable. I was sedated, the tube was professionally installed, my vitals were monitored throughout the night, and I was released the following morning. I felt confident, and assured.
The feeding tube was removed today, on an outpatient basis, at my gastroenterologists office. I was the last patient of the day. Troy took my blood pressure, and laughed out loud when I asked about the procedure. Dr. Umar joined in the raucous fun when he came into the room. There was no sedation, or warm blanket. Dr. Umar unbuttoned my shirt, put a bib around my tube-sight, ripped the tape off my chest, wrapped the tube in his right hand, gave it 2 uncomfortable cranks (like a Model A), and then ripped the tube, and balloon, from my gullet, just above my navel. He was giggling when he told me to open my eyes, and breathe. A tube removal is a Holiday favorite. At the end of each day the staff gets a little bonus. Who gets to go in and prep the tube extraction patient? Pure entertainment. A $40 dollar co-pay? They should pay us they have so much fun. Dr. Umar's office has been terrific throughout this ordeal. Really nice folks.
I suppose I may have incited some of the commotion, and I know they had some fun at my expense. I also know that I appreciate their expertise. They allowed me to continue to take nourishment, when my throat was closed for renovations.
The subclavian port is the only cancer related remnant. It was surgically installed, and will be surgically removed. It allowed Doctors, Nurses, and Techs, access to my arteries, without drilling a new hole each time. I may not have mentioned this earlier in my writing, but I am Vasovagal. I faint when they come after me with needles. Always ask for the bed when going for a blood test. Those silly little desks do not hold up when gravity calls. The removal is scheduled for Monday, December 19th at 11am. No food or drink after midnight. Warm blankets, and anesthesia. A civilized procedure. I am somewhat interested in keeping the port, it really does make blood work painless. I wonder what the warranty period looks like on a Port?
The Youngbloods – Let's Get Together
Don't look for me at the blood drive.
TJH
The Tubes – What Do You Want From Life?
The Tubes – White Punks On Dope
Nena – 99 Red Balloons
Goldfinger – 99 Red Balloons
Junior Wells – (I Got A) Stomach Ache
Buddy Guy & Junior Wells – Messin' With The Kid
The feeding tube was professionally installed in June. I was prepped for surgery at Banner Baywood. I had a pre-surgical consult with the anesthesiologist, and gastroenterologist. I had a warm blanket, to help keep me comfortable. I was sedated, the tube was professionally installed, my vitals were monitored throughout the night, and I was released the following morning. I felt confident, and assured.
The feeding tube was removed today, on an outpatient basis, at my gastroenterologists office. I was the last patient of the day. Troy took my blood pressure, and laughed out loud when I asked about the procedure. Dr. Umar joined in the raucous fun when he came into the room. There was no sedation, or warm blanket. Dr. Umar unbuttoned my shirt, put a bib around my tube-sight, ripped the tape off my chest, wrapped the tube in his right hand, gave it 2 uncomfortable cranks (like a Model A), and then ripped the tube, and balloon, from my gullet, just above my navel. He was giggling when he told me to open my eyes, and breathe. A tube removal is a Holiday favorite. At the end of each day the staff gets a little bonus. Who gets to go in and prep the tube extraction patient? Pure entertainment. A $40 dollar co-pay? They should pay us they have so much fun. Dr. Umar's office has been terrific throughout this ordeal. Really nice folks.
I suppose I may have incited some of the commotion, and I know they had some fun at my expense. I also know that I appreciate their expertise. They allowed me to continue to take nourishment, when my throat was closed for renovations.
The subclavian port is the only cancer related remnant. It was surgically installed, and will be surgically removed. It allowed Doctors, Nurses, and Techs, access to my arteries, without drilling a new hole each time. I may not have mentioned this earlier in my writing, but I am Vasovagal. I faint when they come after me with needles. Always ask for the bed when going for a blood test. Those silly little desks do not hold up when gravity calls. The removal is scheduled for Monday, December 19th at 11am. No food or drink after midnight. Warm blankets, and anesthesia. A civilized procedure. I am somewhat interested in keeping the port, it really does make blood work painless. I wonder what the warranty period looks like on a Port?
The Youngbloods – Let's Get Together
Don't look for me at the blood drive.
TJH
Feeling better is exhausting 12/4/11 & 12/5/11
Welcome Ukraine! I'm huge in the Ukraine, and Belarus! The must have hooked up with the dude from Latvia. An International Party!
World Party – Is It Like Today?
Annie Lennox – Walking On Broken Glass
Annie Lennox – No More "I Love You's"
Rickie Lee Jones – Chuck E's In Love
I've been on a bit of a bender since receiving the clean Pet scan. Oh let's go out and celebrate, no problem. Friday night was an art show, dinner, and time with friends. Saturday was an all day marathon of coffee, and an emotional carnival. The ups, and ups of good news are tremendous. I've spoken with family, and friends all week, and each encounter has been a blessing. I have a ton of phone calls to make, and will do my best. The blessings are taking a toll on my physical ability, but I'm heading to a Holiday potluck in 20 minutes. I guess my body will let me know when enough is too much.
Since I have been on the sidelines so long I must admit that when I walked into the art exhibit Friday night, I was overwhelmed. I looked in the Gallery, and saw so many friends. People that had been praying for me. People who had sent cards. People who love me. I was surrounded by love.
Time for the Party...Gotta Go!
I crashed hard at about 6:30pm, and woke up in time to see Aaron Rogers beat the Giants. I woke up feeling cancer free. I hope I don't forget to be thankful for waking up cancer free, and for going to sleep cancer free.
The parties are wonderful. I am glad to be invited, and able to participate.
I spoke with TJ, and Kevin today. Neither of my two sons were overly sympathetic to the removal of the feeding tube this afternoon. Insensitive Dogs! TJ said "it's just like pulling off a band-aid." The tube was surgically installed, with a great amount of seriousness. The installation was done by a gastroenterologist, not a urologist, as previously reported. They made sure I didn't eat or drink anything after midnight(not even water). They had me check in 2 hours early, and needed all of my living will and next of kin info. This afternoons procedure is being fit-in, between surgeries. Ho Hum, just get the pliers, and duct tape. Not even power tools.
Are we there yet?
TJH
World Party – Is It Like Today?
Annie Lennox – Walking On Broken Glass
Annie Lennox – No More "I Love You's"
Rickie Lee Jones – Chuck E's In Love
I've been on a bit of a bender since receiving the clean Pet scan. Oh let's go out and celebrate, no problem. Friday night was an art show, dinner, and time with friends. Saturday was an all day marathon of coffee, and an emotional carnival. The ups, and ups of good news are tremendous. I've spoken with family, and friends all week, and each encounter has been a blessing. I have a ton of phone calls to make, and will do my best. The blessings are taking a toll on my physical ability, but I'm heading to a Holiday potluck in 20 minutes. I guess my body will let me know when enough is too much.
Since I have been on the sidelines so long I must admit that when I walked into the art exhibit Friday night, I was overwhelmed. I looked in the Gallery, and saw so many friends. People that had been praying for me. People who had sent cards. People who love me. I was surrounded by love.
Time for the Party...Gotta Go!
I crashed hard at about 6:30pm, and woke up in time to see Aaron Rogers beat the Giants. I woke up feeling cancer free. I hope I don't forget to be thankful for waking up cancer free, and for going to sleep cancer free.
The parties are wonderful. I am glad to be invited, and able to participate.
I spoke with TJ, and Kevin today. Neither of my two sons were overly sympathetic to the removal of the feeding tube this afternoon. Insensitive Dogs! TJ said "it's just like pulling off a band-aid." The tube was surgically installed, with a great amount of seriousness. The installation was done by a gastroenterologist, not a urologist, as previously reported. They made sure I didn't eat or drink anything after midnight(not even water). They had me check in 2 hours early, and needed all of my living will and next of kin info. This afternoons procedure is being fit-in, between surgeries. Ho Hum, just get the pliers, and duct tape. Not even power tools.
Are we there yet?
TJH
Friday, December 2, 2011
It is OK to breathe! 12/2/11
Latvia, where the hell is Latvia, and why are they reading this?
Welcome Latvia!
Pink Floyd – Breathe
The Police – Every Breath You Take
Better Than Ezra – Breathless
Richard O'Brien – The Time Warp
Little Richard – Midnight Special
Josh Groban – Hidden Away
Josh Groban – You Raise Me Up
Bob Dylan – The Times They Are A-Changin'
The Byrds – Turn! Turn! Turn!
The Byrds – Mr. Tambourine Man
The Troggs – Love Is All Around
Beth and I have been holding our breathe for the past 6 months, and now when I breathe I realize that I was suffocating. The specter that surrounded me has been removed, and I need to learn how to breathe again. I did not teach myself how to breathe when I was born. I was gifted with the ability to breathe. I am now able to appreciate the magnitude of the gift.
I appreciate getting a clean slate, a fresh start, a do over. The trick for me will be to reflect my appreciation on a daily basis, and not take this experience for granted. I hope to take this experience as a manifestation of Grace. An unwarranted, and unexpected gift. I am humbled.
I get the surgically implanted feeding tube removed Monday at 5pm, by my Urologist. You may ask yourself, as I did, "I wonder how long the surgery to remove the feeding tube will take?" Apparently the installation requires surgical skill that is not required with the removal. They probably bring in a landscaper for the extraction, and he can reuse the parts at the golf course. "Oh you'll love it, they just deflate the inside bladder, and yank the tube out." Of course they do. Shouldn't there be some anesthesia? There is a 1/4 inch hole in my abdomen with a tube protruding. What happens to the stuff on the inside of my gullet? Shouldn't that stuff be removed? Should I get a 2nd opinion on the tube extraction? My goodness, I certainly can make a mess out of simple procedure. Oh well.
I get the surgically implanted port removed from under my right shoulder blade on Monday the 19th. The port surgeon is a professional, and the SURGICAL extraction will take place in a surgical facility. The Urologist could learn a lot from the port surgeon.
My attitude has been adjusted, again. Sorry about the Josh Groban stuff. Don't hate me, but he's got great pipes.
I'm huge in Latvia!
TJH
Welcome Latvia!
Pink Floyd – Breathe
The Police – Every Breath You Take
Better Than Ezra – Breathless
Richard O'Brien – The Time Warp
Little Richard – Midnight Special
Josh Groban – Hidden Away
Josh Groban – You Raise Me Up
Bob Dylan – The Times They Are A-Changin'
The Byrds – Turn! Turn! Turn!
The Byrds – Mr. Tambourine Man
The Troggs – Love Is All Around
Beth and I have been holding our breathe for the past 6 months, and now when I breathe I realize that I was suffocating. The specter that surrounded me has been removed, and I need to learn how to breathe again. I did not teach myself how to breathe when I was born. I was gifted with the ability to breathe. I am now able to appreciate the magnitude of the gift.
I appreciate getting a clean slate, a fresh start, a do over. The trick for me will be to reflect my appreciation on a daily basis, and not take this experience for granted. I hope to take this experience as a manifestation of Grace. An unwarranted, and unexpected gift. I am humbled.
I get the surgically implanted feeding tube removed Monday at 5pm, by my Urologist. You may ask yourself, as I did, "I wonder how long the surgery to remove the feeding tube will take?" Apparently the installation requires surgical skill that is not required with the removal. They probably bring in a landscaper for the extraction, and he can reuse the parts at the golf course. "Oh you'll love it, they just deflate the inside bladder, and yank the tube out." Of course they do. Shouldn't there be some anesthesia? There is a 1/4 inch hole in my abdomen with a tube protruding. What happens to the stuff on the inside of my gullet? Shouldn't that stuff be removed? Should I get a 2nd opinion on the tube extraction? My goodness, I certainly can make a mess out of simple procedure. Oh well.
I get the surgically implanted port removed from under my right shoulder blade on Monday the 19th. The port surgeon is a professional, and the SURGICAL extraction will take place in a surgical facility. The Urologist could learn a lot from the port surgeon.
My attitude has been adjusted, again. Sorry about the Josh Groban stuff. Don't hate me, but he's got great pipes.
I'm huge in Latvia!
TJH
Thursday, December 1, 2011
12/1/11
TJ Hopkins is 29 today. The days go slow, but the years fly by so fast. I could not be more proud. Thank you for your service son.
The Grateful Dead – Bertha
The Grateful Dead – Terrapin Station
Dropkick Murphys – The Warrior's Code
Billy Bragg and Wilco – California Stars
Billy Bragg & Wilco – Way Over Yonder In The Minor Key
Dave Matthews Band – All Along The Watchtower
Gothenburg Symphony Brass Band, Ouverture Solennelle "1812,"
Wow, what a difference a day makes. I find myself crying with complete strangers. They must have extracted my testosterone during the treatments. I don't leave the house without 2 clean hankies, and a small purell.
My father, George Robert "Skip" Hopkins died on this day in 1999, at the age of 66. I know that he is pretty happy with the way things are working out. He left a wonderful legacy that is manifest in the lives of his family, and the people he touched. When I was a little kid I knocked his front teeth out when he threw me a pitch from just a few feet. I had a red Bam Bam bat, and he threw a whiffle ball without holes. I ripped into the pitch like Joe Charboneau, and caught him square in the grill. He didn't even get mad. He just shook it off, and moved back a couple of steps. I thought he was really impervious to pain and indestructible. I became aware much later that his teeth were dentures, and that it didn't really hurt. In my head I knew that he was as tough as anyone I would ever meet(until TJ). Dad was a pretty decent Irish Tenor. Al Jolson – When The Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobin' Along He loved to sing and had good pitch, and range. He combined songs that had nothing to do with one another. I remember him combining Loudon Wainwright III – Dead Skunk, and Lou Reed – Walk On The Wild Side, go figure. There's a dead skunk in the middle of the road doo da doo da doo da do do do.
Beth and I had our first date at The Recovery Room, in Morristown NJ on this day in 1989, and my life has improved exponentially.
Our lives are unfolding into goodness.
TJH
The Grateful Dead – Bertha
The Grateful Dead – Terrapin Station
Dropkick Murphys – The Warrior's Code
Billy Bragg and Wilco – California Stars
Billy Bragg & Wilco – Way Over Yonder In The Minor Key
Dave Matthews Band – All Along The Watchtower
Gothenburg Symphony Brass Band, Ouverture Solennelle "1812,"
Wow, what a difference a day makes. I find myself crying with complete strangers. They must have extracted my testosterone during the treatments. I don't leave the house without 2 clean hankies, and a small purell.
My father, George Robert "Skip" Hopkins died on this day in 1999, at the age of 66. I know that he is pretty happy with the way things are working out. He left a wonderful legacy that is manifest in the lives of his family, and the people he touched. When I was a little kid I knocked his front teeth out when he threw me a pitch from just a few feet. I had a red Bam Bam bat, and he threw a whiffle ball without holes. I ripped into the pitch like Joe Charboneau, and caught him square in the grill. He didn't even get mad. He just shook it off, and moved back a couple of steps. I thought he was really impervious to pain and indestructible. I became aware much later that his teeth were dentures, and that it didn't really hurt. In my head I knew that he was as tough as anyone I would ever meet(until TJ). Dad was a pretty decent Irish Tenor. Al Jolson – When The Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobin' Along He loved to sing and had good pitch, and range. He combined songs that had nothing to do with one another. I remember him combining Loudon Wainwright III – Dead Skunk, and Lou Reed – Walk On The Wild Side, go figure. There's a dead skunk in the middle of the road doo da doo da doo da do do do.
Beth and I had our first date at The Recovery Room, in Morristown NJ on this day in 1989, and my life has improved exponentially.
Our lives are unfolding into goodness.
TJH
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Status Updates 11/29/11
The Who – I'm Free
Bob Marley – Redemtion Song
Hallelujah Chorus (from Messiah)
Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah
Tom Waits – Ol' 55
Culture Club – I'll Tumble 4 Ya
Still waiting to leave for the test results, but since Kev just called to check on my status, I figured I'd update you. We certainly know how to update our statuses, don't we? My status? Hmm?
Cautiously/Aggressively Optimistic...Nervous...Quiet...Pensive...Ready...Humble...
......Just got back from 2 much anticipated medical appointments, and I would like to officially update my status to: Cancer Free
The results are in, and it is confirmed by science. I don't know why, but I feel much better when I have a piece of paper that says "Based on a battery of scientific evidence... Blah, Blah, Blah,...Cancer Free.
The medical professionals are very happy with my recovery to date, and remain optimistic for a full recovery. They assured me again today that I have held up to the treatment protocol better than most of their patients.
Beth and I had lunch at The White Chocolate Grill between medical appointments. We mentioned that we were celebrating to our server. She asked what we were celebrating, and when Beth said "we were cancer free" we all cried. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I know you know exactly how I feel. The server knew exactly how we feel. The dude with the Michigan shirt knows exactly how we feel. The pipe coverer, the hairdresser, the pizza guy, the accountant, the lawyer, all know how we feel. We feel human. We feel love... Go figure.
Taste buds be damned, I'm having milk, and cookies.
Thank You!
Sorry for the Blogblock for the past month, but I couldn't risk spilling some beans on the WWW.
Kevin Patrick Hopkins has been dating a lovely young woman by the name of Erin since he was a senior at Villanova in 2006. Through the years I've remained respectful and supportive. I finally got to the point where I stopped asking Kevin when he was getting engaged. I went to the more tactful approach of asking him if he heard anything about Erin getting engaged. I am a subtle man.
Erin accepted Kevin's marriage proposal in the parking garage of Liberty International Airport(Newark). She was duped into thinking that they were picking TJ up to surprise the family for Thanksgiving. They then boarded an international flight bound for Paris. Major style points. Welcome to the family. I'm pretty sure that I will be a most excellent Father-In-Law.
I love sharing good news, and hope that the people who read this are full of good news through the end of this year, and well into the future. I know that we are all faced with difficulties, heartache, and disappointment. I would suggest sharing these difficulties with another human being. It has worked miraculously in my life. You have worked miraculously in my life. I will keep you posted on any status updates.
We are Blessed,
TJH
Bob Marley – Redemtion Song
Hallelujah Chorus (from Messiah)
Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah
Tom Waits – Ol' 55
Culture Club – I'll Tumble 4 Ya
Still waiting to leave for the test results, but since Kev just called to check on my status, I figured I'd update you. We certainly know how to update our statuses, don't we? My status? Hmm?
Cautiously/Aggressively Optimistic...Nervous...Quiet...Pensive...Ready...Humble...
......Just got back from 2 much anticipated medical appointments, and I would like to officially update my status to: Cancer Free
The results are in, and it is confirmed by science. I don't know why, but I feel much better when I have a piece of paper that says "Based on a battery of scientific evidence... Blah, Blah, Blah,...Cancer Free.
The medical professionals are very happy with my recovery to date, and remain optimistic for a full recovery. They assured me again today that I have held up to the treatment protocol better than most of their patients.
Beth and I had lunch at The White Chocolate Grill between medical appointments. We mentioned that we were celebrating to our server. She asked what we were celebrating, and when Beth said "we were cancer free" we all cried. I can't tell you how relieved I am. I know you know exactly how I feel. The server knew exactly how we feel. The dude with the Michigan shirt knows exactly how we feel. The pipe coverer, the hairdresser, the pizza guy, the accountant, the lawyer, all know how we feel. We feel human. We feel love... Go figure.
Taste buds be damned, I'm having milk, and cookies.
Thank You!
Sorry for the Blogblock for the past month, but I couldn't risk spilling some beans on the WWW.
Kevin Patrick Hopkins has been dating a lovely young woman by the name of Erin since he was a senior at Villanova in 2006. Through the years I've remained respectful and supportive. I finally got to the point where I stopped asking Kevin when he was getting engaged. I went to the more tactful approach of asking him if he heard anything about Erin getting engaged. I am a subtle man.
Erin accepted Kevin's marriage proposal in the parking garage of Liberty International Airport(Newark). She was duped into thinking that they were picking TJ up to surprise the family for Thanksgiving. They then boarded an international flight bound for Paris. Major style points. Welcome to the family. I'm pretty sure that I will be a most excellent Father-In-Law.
I love sharing good news, and hope that the people who read this are full of good news through the end of this year, and well into the future. I know that we are all faced with difficulties, heartache, and disappointment. I would suggest sharing these difficulties with another human being. It has worked miraculously in my life. You have worked miraculously in my life. I will keep you posted on any status updates.
We are Blessed,
TJH
PET Scan 11/21/11-11/29/11
I'm going to be a Father-in Law(more on this, and TJ the tourist later). I've been on blog blackout due to privacy concerns, not because I don't have anything important to burp. Where's my bib?
Congratulations!!! Erin, and Kevin!
PORNO FOR PYROS – Pets
The Beach Boys – God Only Knows Pet Sounds
Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls
Taking Back Sunday – We All Love Our Pets
Positron emission tomography - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
We'll make great pets.
I have my much anticipated, and once rescheduled pet scan today11/21/11. The scan was originally set up for November 7th, but was postponed due to an infection in my throat. There seems to be a need to have my throat irritation settled prior to the test. They should have thought of that before they gave me enough radiation to make my throat uninhabitable for the rest of the millennium. The explanation makes sense, my reaction to the cancellation was initially uncomfortable. I wanted scientific evidence supporting my position that I am cancer free, and was disappointed with the delay.
Well here we are 45 minutes until the results of the PET scan are delivered by the quirky little medical oncologist. I've been fairly settled since the scan. The X-ray tech who did the scan last week was not tipping her hand, but told us to "not worry, and to enjoy our Thanksgiving". She didn't say "Cancel your trip to the Baja, and put on your big-boy pants".
Cover me, I'm going in!
TJH
Congratulations!!! Erin, and Kevin!
PORNO FOR PYROS – Pets
The Beach Boys – God Only Knows Pet Sounds
Pet Shop Boys – West End Girls
Taking Back Sunday – We All Love Our Pets
Positron emission tomography - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
We'll make great pets.
I have my much anticipated, and once rescheduled pet scan today11/21/11. The scan was originally set up for November 7th, but was postponed due to an infection in my throat. There seems to be a need to have my throat irritation settled prior to the test. They should have thought of that before they gave me enough radiation to make my throat uninhabitable for the rest of the millennium. The explanation makes sense, my reaction to the cancellation was initially uncomfortable. I wanted scientific evidence supporting my position that I am cancer free, and was disappointed with the delay.
Well here we are 45 minutes until the results of the PET scan are delivered by the quirky little medical oncologist. I've been fairly settled since the scan. The X-ray tech who did the scan last week was not tipping her hand, but told us to "not worry, and to enjoy our Thanksgiving". She didn't say "Cancel your trip to the Baja, and put on your big-boy pants".
Cover me, I'm going in!
TJH
11/2/11-11/8/11
Adam Ant – Goody Two Shoes
Buddy Holly – Everyday
I spent a quiet weekend at The Holy Trinity Monastery, a Benedictine Community in Southeastern ... The net result was an appreciation for the gifts I have received, and for the ability to connect. I walked in nature on Saturday morning before dawn. The walk allowed me some insight. The sky was moonless, and I was given access to a spectacular view of the heavens. Orion, Taurus, and the 7 Sisters were showing off. There were shooting stars, satellites, and Jupiter was very distinct. The wind blew through the cottonwoods creating an incredible musical backdrop. My recent illness had put me in a position to withdraw from many of the day-to-day activities I enjoyed. The normal interactions that I came to take for granted, were replaced with a medical protocol to be endured. Not today! FYI PET Scan Monday at 6:30AM. Not today!
The monastery is inhabited by a few dozen peacocks, and peahens. They walk around during the day and are beautiful. They are a large flightless bird that can do some serious flapping, and are world class jumpers. I recommend avoiding disturbing them when they are sleeping. They have a terrifying scream, that will wake the dead, and ruin your meditative walk.
The ability to connect is something special. The ability to not be separated. The opportunity to let people in, and to welcome interaction, has been missing. I've been so myopic, and so focused, that I nearly wound up cross-eyed. I have spent enough time with my nose stuck in my naval to know that the view is lousy. Getting outside myself is not always my strong suit, especially when I am given a socially acceptable excuse. Cancer...Oh you poor man! Yes...Let me tell you all about it. When you get tired of yourself, you can be sure that others have been worn out much earlier.
Time for others, time to give back, time to show my gratitude, not talk about gratitude. Get my wife a cup of coffee. Offer to listen to a friend. Encourage a new resident to join me for breakfast. Welcome strangers, and give access to the outsider. Just as I was welcomed, listened to, and encouraged.
Todays Playlist:
Feeling much better,
TJH
Friday, October 28, 2011
Noreen 10/27/11
Brazil, and India... who are you people?
Jim Croce – Time In A Bottle
Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind
I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. Said my prayers, had a nutritious Ensure Plus, made my bed(and didn't want to crawl back under the covers), walked one mile on the treadmill, and took a shower. My attitude is gradually improving, I get tired of myself complaining about how tired, worn out, sore, and gastricly challenged I am. I know that it is understandable, but it is also pathetic.
Yesterday marked the 14 anniversary of the passing of my sister Noreen. We were Irish twins. She was always at the seen of the crime with me. We shared a blessed childhood in a blessed family. I hit her with a golf club when she was 18 months old, and I was under 3. I took a pretty good divot. I know I didn't intentionally hit her, but try to explain that to an angry, and frightened parent looking at blood gushing from the noggin' of a beautiful daughter. For the rest of her life she had a permanent dimple in the middle of her forehead courtesy of her big brother.
She had my back for years. She drove when I couldn't, and covered my tracks. We left a Monday Night Football game at the old Cleveland Municipal Stadium after the Browns lost a horrible game to the Houston Oilers 6-3. It was a crowd in a foul mood. Traffic leaving the stadium was bumper to bumper. A traffic altercation was almost inevitable... Almost.
A group of rowdy hooligans threw a hanger at our transportation, (which I believe was a Nova) and it was on. Our car emptied. We had a lot of people in our car. I had an instigator on the trunk of his car by the hair. I was explaining to him why he shouldn't have thrown the hanger at us when a young lady jumped on my back and started scratching my face. My sister jacked her up so fast she didn't know what hit her. My sister landed a series of combinations that would have made my father proud. They were trying to roll the automatic windows up on Terry McLaughlin' hands, and he was kicking the shit out of the side of the car. I believe my brother Terry disabled the hooligans car by removing the keys and throwing them across traffic into the Flats. Then we left the disabled car in the middle of traffic, jumped in the Nova and went home. The night was not a complete loss.
In April of 1997 my sister, and her family were visiting us in AZ over Easter Break. She was fighting cancer. I had a heart attack playing Laser Tag, and she was at my side. At the hospital she told me, informed me, demanded that I would live. She shared with me some fears about her own mortality. She was going to fight, but the cancer was a formidable adversary. She passed away on 10/26/97, and I think of her every day. She was cancer free when she died, but her immune system was so suppressed that she couldn't fight off a cold. Cancer scares me. I hate cancer.
There are people out there with real problems.
Let's talk about them!
How about those idiots in Washington. The worlds largest push-me pull-you.
Hard to believe Amy Winehouse was only 5 times the legal limit.
One of the Kardasians is having marital problems.
Chaz Bono felt discriminated against.
I have a great life!
Thanks Nor,
TJH
Jim Croce – Time In A Bottle
Gordon Lightfoot – If You Could Read My Mind
I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. Said my prayers, had a nutritious Ensure Plus, made my bed(and didn't want to crawl back under the covers), walked one mile on the treadmill, and took a shower. My attitude is gradually improving, I get tired of myself complaining about how tired, worn out, sore, and gastricly challenged I am. I know that it is understandable, but it is also pathetic.
Yesterday marked the 14 anniversary of the passing of my sister Noreen. We were Irish twins. She was always at the seen of the crime with me. We shared a blessed childhood in a blessed family. I hit her with a golf club when she was 18 months old, and I was under 3. I took a pretty good divot. I know I didn't intentionally hit her, but try to explain that to an angry, and frightened parent looking at blood gushing from the noggin' of a beautiful daughter. For the rest of her life she had a permanent dimple in the middle of her forehead courtesy of her big brother.
She had my back for years. She drove when I couldn't, and covered my tracks. We left a Monday Night Football game at the old Cleveland Municipal Stadium after the Browns lost a horrible game to the Houston Oilers 6-3. It was a crowd in a foul mood. Traffic leaving the stadium was bumper to bumper. A traffic altercation was almost inevitable... Almost.
A group of rowdy hooligans threw a hanger at our transportation, (which I believe was a Nova) and it was on. Our car emptied. We had a lot of people in our car. I had an instigator on the trunk of his car by the hair. I was explaining to him why he shouldn't have thrown the hanger at us when a young lady jumped on my back and started scratching my face. My sister jacked her up so fast she didn't know what hit her. My sister landed a series of combinations that would have made my father proud. They were trying to roll the automatic windows up on Terry McLaughlin' hands, and he was kicking the shit out of the side of the car. I believe my brother Terry disabled the hooligans car by removing the keys and throwing them across traffic into the Flats. Then we left the disabled car in the middle of traffic, jumped in the Nova and went home. The night was not a complete loss.
In April of 1997 my sister, and her family were visiting us in AZ over Easter Break. She was fighting cancer. I had a heart attack playing Laser Tag, and she was at my side. At the hospital she told me, informed me, demanded that I would live. She shared with me some fears about her own mortality. She was going to fight, but the cancer was a formidable adversary. She passed away on 10/26/97, and I think of her every day. She was cancer free when she died, but her immune system was so suppressed that she couldn't fight off a cold. Cancer scares me. I hate cancer.
There are people out there with real problems.
Let's talk about them!
How about those idiots in Washington. The worlds largest push-me pull-you.
Hard to believe Amy Winehouse was only 5 times the legal limit.
One of the Kardasians is having marital problems.
Chaz Bono felt discriminated against.
I have a great life!
Thanks Nor,
TJH
Monday, October 24, 2011
Why do I need a PET Scan to decide if I feel OK? 10/24/11
11/1/59-10/26/97(Nor) Louis Armstrong – What A Wonderful World
6/1/33-10/23/99(Nance) Julie Andrews;Irwin Kostal – The Sound Of Music
4/3/22-10/27/2002(Justin) Petula Clark – Downtown - Petula Clark
1/16/31-10/22/99(Chief) Amazing Grace - Bagpipes
Am I cynical, skeptical, suspicious? You bet I am. The truth is that my recovery is magnitudes better than it could be, but I remain hesitant to embrace the evidence. I want additional confirmation that the little microorganisms have been decimated. I want to see their lifeless entrails displayed on my Doctors View-Master. I've received nothing but optimistic reports from all of the professionals, but I'm not completely sold. You guys are sold, and I appreciate that, but...
I have a ton of old stories in my head that keep flashing back.
I see the Medical Oncologist today. He's kind of the ShotCaller. He'll let me know when it's OK to pull the tubes, and ports. He's the guy who all of the reports run through. A brilliant, but quirky little fellow. Reminds me of a 50 year old Einstein with the flyaway hair, and Jerry Garcia neckwear....
Later that day...
The little bastard threatened to put me on Ritalin, or Marinol(a THC derivative), if I continue to lose weight. Just what I need at 53, a medical marijuana card. 35 years ago I would have jumped for joy at the prospect, and be selling equity participation. I will not be intimidated by that yard gnome. He doesn't know who he's threatening. His child psychology always works on me. I'm so pathetic. Wait till I waddle back in there looking like Jabba the Hutt. He scheduled me for a full body PET Scan mid November. He also suggested that I get in to see the dermatologist to look at some of my irregular freckles. What irregular freckles? Thanks for giving me something else to worry about that wasn't even on the radar.
I have the green light to start exercising. I have lost a good bit of muscle mass from my once chiseled physique. I now have these droopy bags of skin hanging under my biceps, and wrinkled droopy flesh on my thighs, and calfs. I am a vision.
Good thing I have my health.
Todays Playlist:
Steve Earle – The Galway Girl
The McCaffrey Folk Singers – Irish Rover
The Dubliners – The Rocky Road To Dublin - Live
Barleyjuice – Weekend Irish
Bette Midler – The Rose
Up the Irish,
TJH
6/1/33-10/23/99(Nance) Julie Andrews;Irwin Kostal – The Sound Of Music
4/3/22-10/27/2002(Justin) Petula Clark – Downtown - Petula Clark
1/16/31-10/22/99(Chief) Amazing Grace - Bagpipes
Am I cynical, skeptical, suspicious? You bet I am. The truth is that my recovery is magnitudes better than it could be, but I remain hesitant to embrace the evidence. I want additional confirmation that the little microorganisms have been decimated. I want to see their lifeless entrails displayed on my Doctors View-Master. I've received nothing but optimistic reports from all of the professionals, but I'm not completely sold. You guys are sold, and I appreciate that, but...
I have a ton of old stories in my head that keep flashing back.
I see the Medical Oncologist today. He's kind of the ShotCaller. He'll let me know when it's OK to pull the tubes, and ports. He's the guy who all of the reports run through. A brilliant, but quirky little fellow. Reminds me of a 50 year old Einstein with the flyaway hair, and Jerry Garcia neckwear....
Later that day...
The little bastard threatened to put me on Ritalin, or Marinol(a THC derivative), if I continue to lose weight. Just what I need at 53, a medical marijuana card. 35 years ago I would have jumped for joy at the prospect, and be selling equity participation. I will not be intimidated by that yard gnome. He doesn't know who he's threatening. His child psychology always works on me. I'm so pathetic. Wait till I waddle back in there looking like Jabba the Hutt. He scheduled me for a full body PET Scan mid November. He also suggested that I get in to see the dermatologist to look at some of my irregular freckles. What irregular freckles? Thanks for giving me something else to worry about that wasn't even on the radar.
I have the green light to start exercising. I have lost a good bit of muscle mass from my once chiseled physique. I now have these droopy bags of skin hanging under my biceps, and wrinkled droopy flesh on my thighs, and calfs. I am a vision.
Good thing I have my health.
Todays Playlist:
Steve Earle – The Galway Girl
The McCaffrey Folk Singers – Irish Rover
The Dubliners – The Rocky Road To Dublin - Live
Barleyjuice – Weekend Irish
Bette Midler – The Rose
Up the Irish,
TJH
165, it's the new 195...10/23/11
Buddy Holly – Everyday
Hello China! Welcome back Germany(call Uncle Terry)!
OK, OK, I'm getting some calls, nudges, emails, and texts. I haven't been skyped, or tweeted yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. There are literally tens of you, in multiple continents who are speculating about my condition. Blog Junkies detoxing are pitiful creatures, shivering denizens. I recognize all the textbook symptoms. Cold sweats, clamminess, dry mouth, dizziness, and in some extreme cases delirium tremens. Numerous panicked phone calls to other anonymous bloggers with some discrete inquiries. Why did he stop writing me? Where are my musical playlists? I hope that bastard is so sick he can't even think about writing. He's got a lot of nerve. He better be pretty sick. I hope he's OK. Is he looking to get rid of anymore of those sweet Cubans? Did he get my card?
How are you doing? How do you feel? Wow, where did you go? Did you get taller? How much weight did you lose? Are you depressed? Is your hair going to grow back? Are your eyelashes longer? Did you get your salivary glands working again, how about the taste buds? Are you still sporting the port, and the feeding tube?
I'm doing OK, I am not recovering as quickly as I would like, but I'm recovering. There are good days, and difficult days. My energy level is extremely diminished. When I do have some energy, I tend to over expend. I recently drove to Rosarito Beach, Baja California, Mexico with some friends. I hadn't been able to get there over the summer for obvious reasons. I had some business to take care of, and assumed it would be therapeutic. James Taylor – Mexico Chris Isaak – South Of The Border - Down Mexico Way LP Version
Jon & I loaded a couple of king mattresses on the back of his Tundra and hit the road. I was shot after loading the truck, and should have called for a reschedule. I'll be fine. I'll just take a nap. Beth gave Jon a pretty thorough list of babysitting instructions, and we were off. If I lost one more pound he was a dead man.
Once again my head was writing checks that my body couldn't cash.
I had to get a new Mexican insurance Agent. The agent I had been doing business with for the last 5 years retired. He actually collected all the annual premiums from his clients, cashed the checks, and took off, without renewing the policies. I suppose it's like a retirement bonus. I'm glad I didn't have any claims, but realizing I was driving uninsured last year in Mexico is somewhat unnerving.The Refreshments – Banditos
In addition to the insurance, I had a chance to meet with our property manager, lawyer, and the representative for the builder. None of these meetings were unpleasant or stressful, but the cumulative effect knocked me out. Bart met us down there on Friday, and we laughed for the rest of the weekend. We hooked up with Shelly, and Tory for a great meal at La Fonda.
In the evenings we were fortunate to see a blue tide. Red tide glows blue along the San Diego coast (photo) - BlogPost ...There were phytoplankton in the surf that ignited when the waves crested. It was a gorgeous light show. The sound of the surf is very restful. I hope to hear it again very soon.
The recent medical appointments remain positive. Cardiologist is pleased. Radiation Oncologist is content with some concern as respects continued weight loss. We se the medical Oncologist today. A PET Scan will be scheduled. I'll keep you posted.
Todays Playlist:
Dwight Twilley – Secret Agent Man
Little Feat – Dixie Chicken
The Band – The Weight
Buddy Holly – Rave On
Roy Orbison – Oh, Pretty Woman
A. Banderas & Los Lobos – Cancion del Mariachi
Mariachi El Bronx – 48 Roses
Adios Muchachos,
TJH
Hello China! Welcome back Germany(call Uncle Terry)!
OK, OK, I'm getting some calls, nudges, emails, and texts. I haven't been skyped, or tweeted yet, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time. There are literally tens of you, in multiple continents who are speculating about my condition. Blog Junkies detoxing are pitiful creatures, shivering denizens. I recognize all the textbook symptoms. Cold sweats, clamminess, dry mouth, dizziness, and in some extreme cases delirium tremens. Numerous panicked phone calls to other anonymous bloggers with some discrete inquiries. Why did he stop writing me? Where are my musical playlists? I hope that bastard is so sick he can't even think about writing. He's got a lot of nerve. He better be pretty sick. I hope he's OK. Is he looking to get rid of anymore of those sweet Cubans? Did he get my card?
How are you doing? How do you feel? Wow, where did you go? Did you get taller? How much weight did you lose? Are you depressed? Is your hair going to grow back? Are your eyelashes longer? Did you get your salivary glands working again, how about the taste buds? Are you still sporting the port, and the feeding tube?
I'm doing OK, I am not recovering as quickly as I would like, but I'm recovering. There are good days, and difficult days. My energy level is extremely diminished. When I do have some energy, I tend to over expend. I recently drove to Rosarito Beach, Baja California, Mexico with some friends. I hadn't been able to get there over the summer for obvious reasons. I had some business to take care of, and assumed it would be therapeutic. James Taylor – Mexico Chris Isaak – South Of The Border - Down Mexico Way LP Version
Jon & I loaded a couple of king mattresses on the back of his Tundra and hit the road. I was shot after loading the truck, and should have called for a reschedule. I'll be fine. I'll just take a nap. Beth gave Jon a pretty thorough list of babysitting instructions, and we were off. If I lost one more pound he was a dead man.
Once again my head was writing checks that my body couldn't cash.
I had to get a new Mexican insurance Agent. The agent I had been doing business with for the last 5 years retired. He actually collected all the annual premiums from his clients, cashed the checks, and took off, without renewing the policies. I suppose it's like a retirement bonus. I'm glad I didn't have any claims, but realizing I was driving uninsured last year in Mexico is somewhat unnerving.The Refreshments – Banditos
In addition to the insurance, I had a chance to meet with our property manager, lawyer, and the representative for the builder. None of these meetings were unpleasant or stressful, but the cumulative effect knocked me out. Bart met us down there on Friday, and we laughed for the rest of the weekend. We hooked up with Shelly, and Tory for a great meal at La Fonda.
In the evenings we were fortunate to see a blue tide. Red tide glows blue along the San Diego coast (photo) - BlogPost ...There were phytoplankton in the surf that ignited when the waves crested. It was a gorgeous light show. The sound of the surf is very restful. I hope to hear it again very soon.
The recent medical appointments remain positive. Cardiologist is pleased. Radiation Oncologist is content with some concern as respects continued weight loss. We se the medical Oncologist today. A PET Scan will be scheduled. I'll keep you posted.
Todays Playlist:
Dwight Twilley – Secret Agent Man
Little Feat – Dixie Chicken
The Band – The Weight
Buddy Holly – Rave On
Roy Orbison – Oh, Pretty Woman
A. Banderas & Los Lobos – Cancion del Mariachi
Mariachi El Bronx – 48 Roses
Adios Muchachos,
TJH
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Knock on Wood 10/6/11
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – The Impression That I Get
Blue Rodeo – Hasn't Hit Me Yet
Hello Indonesia?
I'd be lying if I told you that my impression of my recovery was always good. In spite of the unanimous optimism by people who make a living treating cancer, I admit to having some doubt, and pessimism. I am particularly reminded when in conversations people ask "So, what's the prognosis?" "The prognosis is great, I'm cancer free." But the truth is, there is a lurking notion that I might just be a kid whistling in a cemetery after dark. I try to stay positive, but sometimes I just don't believe what I've been told. I have no good reason to doubt the experts, but from time to time I find myself having the what if they're wrong conversation. The "I have nothing until somebody says I have something" adage only goes so far. I have been sick for the past week, and am getting sick, and tired of being sick, and tired.Crash Test Dummies – The Ghosts That Haunt Me
I go in for a full body PET Scan in November. Right now my throat is still hot, and could possibly give an inaccurate reading. All those micro organisms are heavily mixed up with radiation, and targeted antibodies. It sounds like some kind of gumbo. I apologize for the food reference, but I am finding myself watching Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations - Travel Channel and a lot of food shows. I'm trying to encourage the redevelopment of my salivary glands, and taste buds. I have no idea if this is effective, but at this point I'll try anything. Crash Test Dummies – Superman's Song
That is just about enough negativity for one morning, time to get after the day. My attitude is better when I feel better. I feel better after I take right action, but if the right action means taking another GD nap I'm gonna scream. Rusted Root – Send Me On My Way
Today's Playlist:
Crash Test Dummies – Here On Earth (I'll Have My Cake)
Crash Test Dummies – At My Funeral
Blue Rodeo – Bad Timing
Blue Rodeo – 5 Days in May
Glen Phillips – Courage
The Bongos – Mambo Sun
I'm starting my day over right now.
Cover me,
TJH
Blue Rodeo – Hasn't Hit Me Yet
Hello Indonesia?
I'd be lying if I told you that my impression of my recovery was always good. In spite of the unanimous optimism by people who make a living treating cancer, I admit to having some doubt, and pessimism. I am particularly reminded when in conversations people ask "So, what's the prognosis?" "The prognosis is great, I'm cancer free." But the truth is, there is a lurking notion that I might just be a kid whistling in a cemetery after dark. I try to stay positive, but sometimes I just don't believe what I've been told. I have no good reason to doubt the experts, but from time to time I find myself having the what if they're wrong conversation. The "I have nothing until somebody says I have something" adage only goes so far. I have been sick for the past week, and am getting sick, and tired of being sick, and tired.Crash Test Dummies – The Ghosts That Haunt Me
I go in for a full body PET Scan in November. Right now my throat is still hot, and could possibly give an inaccurate reading. All those micro organisms are heavily mixed up with radiation, and targeted antibodies. It sounds like some kind of gumbo. I apologize for the food reference, but I am finding myself watching Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations - Travel Channel and a lot of food shows. I'm trying to encourage the redevelopment of my salivary glands, and taste buds. I have no idea if this is effective, but at this point I'll try anything. Crash Test Dummies – Superman's Song
That is just about enough negativity for one morning, time to get after the day. My attitude is better when I feel better. I feel better after I take right action, but if the right action means taking another GD nap I'm gonna scream. Rusted Root – Send Me On My Way
Today's Playlist:
Crash Test Dummies – Here On Earth (I'll Have My Cake)
Crash Test Dummies – At My Funeral
Blue Rodeo – Bad Timing
Blue Rodeo – 5 Days in May
Glen Phillips – Courage
The Bongos – Mambo Sun
I'm starting my day over right now.
Cover me,
TJH
Monday, October 3, 2011
Dread Pirate Roberts 10/3/11
14 countries! World Party – Ship Of Fools
I'm making it through the last few days. Not exactly the uptick I was hoping for, but I may have tasted some Mexican food yesterday. I had a soft taco at Serranos, and may have tasted the salsa. I can only hope. I asked Beth to taste my prescription tooth paste last week. Since it is prescription, I was certain that it tasted like tar. She thinks it is mint flavored, who knows for sure? I have to continue to put the toothpaste in my mouthpiece trays until I can produce saliva. I have very little energy the past few days. My head tells me to get after it, but my body says nothing doing. Hold on thar Baba Louie! Glenn Miller – In The Mood
My throat remains sore, but not horribly sore. The glands seem to be attempting to produce some saliva, which I would welcome, or I could be getting a cold, which I would not welcome. The fabulous nerve adjustments continue. The pins and needles in my ear are almost comfortable.The Waterboys – And A Bang On The Ear
The weather is breaking. This week in AZ we go through Autumn. Next week we hit winter, and stay there until mid-May when we have a week of Spring, and then settle back into our Summer. I love the change of seasons week. Put the seersucker, and hush puppies away, and bust out the cotton blends, dark saddle shoes, and tweeds. We hold off on the wool until the December.London Philharmonic Orchestra – The Four Seasons, Op. 8, "Spring": Allegro
Wove Twue Wove! Gotta love Princess Bride. Can't stop myself from watching every time it turns up on the screen. "Have fun storming the castle". Willie DeVille & Mark Knopfler – Storybook Love
Meg is 13 today!Gin Wigmore – Don't Stop
The Kooks – She Moves In Her Own Way (Radio Version)
Todays Playlist:
Toad The Wet Sprocket – All I Want
Bruce Cockburn – Wondering Where The Lions Are
Willy DeVille – When I Get Home
We Just Disagree – Dave Mason
Inconceivable!
TJH
I'm making it through the last few days. Not exactly the uptick I was hoping for, but I may have tasted some Mexican food yesterday. I had a soft taco at Serranos, and may have tasted the salsa. I can only hope. I asked Beth to taste my prescription tooth paste last week. Since it is prescription, I was certain that it tasted like tar. She thinks it is mint flavored, who knows for sure? I have to continue to put the toothpaste in my mouthpiece trays until I can produce saliva. I have very little energy the past few days. My head tells me to get after it, but my body says nothing doing. Hold on thar Baba Louie! Glenn Miller – In The Mood
My throat remains sore, but not horribly sore. The glands seem to be attempting to produce some saliva, which I would welcome, or I could be getting a cold, which I would not welcome. The fabulous nerve adjustments continue. The pins and needles in my ear are almost comfortable.The Waterboys – And A Bang On The Ear
The weather is breaking. This week in AZ we go through Autumn. Next week we hit winter, and stay there until mid-May when we have a week of Spring, and then settle back into our Summer. I love the change of seasons week. Put the seersucker, and hush puppies away, and bust out the cotton blends, dark saddle shoes, and tweeds. We hold off on the wool until the December.London Philharmonic Orchestra – The Four Seasons, Op. 8, "Spring": Allegro
Wove Twue Wove! Gotta love Princess Bride. Can't stop myself from watching every time it turns up on the screen. "Have fun storming the castle". Willie DeVille & Mark Knopfler – Storybook Love
Meg is 13 today!Gin Wigmore – Don't Stop
The Kooks – She Moves In Her Own Way (Radio Version)
Todays Playlist:
Toad The Wet Sprocket – All I Want
Bruce Cockburn – Wondering Where The Lions Are
Willy DeVille – When I Get Home
We Just Disagree – Dave Mason
Inconceivable!
TJH
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Detours and Road Closures 10/2/11
DUKE ELLINGTON – Take The “A” Train
I was able to wash the car this(Saturday) morning. I stopped off to re-fill my cup with Hazelnut coffee at the Einstein Bros Bagels on Val Vista, and was on my way. The car wash is right next to Midwestern Market where I pick up the doughnuts. I have found that these dounuts are arguably the best in Maricopa county(Phoenix). They are better than Dunkin', Crispy Creme, or even Barb's Bakery on 24th and Thomas. The apple fritters are a huge hit. I don't eat them due to the type 2 diabetes, and the fact that they currently taste like wood putty. I enjoy delivering some sweets to the fellas. Marcie set me up with the goodies while I dried the car in the lot. The Horrible Crowes – Sugar, Sweet – Love Is Like Oxygen
After washing the car, I picked up a couple of friends for some coffee. We were heading to South Phoenix(Ahwatukee), to hook up with some friends. The road detour/closure was not very well marked, and we ended up doing some crazy eights, before regaining our bearing. I didn't mind the detour yesterday.Willie Nelson with Waylon Jennings – Take It To The Limit
I do vividly remember heading to my biopsy on 5/28/11 in North Phoenix(40th St./Bell). Some jackass had the audacity to roll his vehicle in my HOV lane, and disrupt my transit. I know he did it intentionally to mess up my trip. I said a quick prayer for the bastard, and swerved across 5 lanes of traffic. He was not going to keep me from getting my throat cut! I was determined to be on time for the surgery, but was forced to call the surgical center, and advise them of my traffic status. They didn't really care about the rolled vehicle, they would be ready for me whenever I arrived. Now I felt bad about the upside down driver. Selfishness is a sneaky deal. Hothouse Flowers – I'm Sorry, ZZ Top – La Grange - Re-Mastered LP Version
I instinctively fall back on a frightened response. How is this going to effect me, why am I being delayed, don't they know who I am? I want what I want, and I want it right now. I am often reminded of a friend who was commuting from Philly to NYC once a month. He had a great routine. He'd drive to his corporate parking spot, get his vanilla latte, and jump on the express. He was heading in to the meeting and his keycard didn't work, so he had to call maintenance for assistance. They gave him a latte instead of a vanilla latte. He missed the express and was ultimately late for his meeting in the World Trade Center on 9/11/2001. Thank God. World Party – Put The Message In The Box
I went to bed early, and slept forever. I may have overshot the mark again. I'm not feeling 100% today, but it's still early. I think I'll have another nutritious Ensure. I'll watch the NFL and relax.
Todays Playlist:
Sweet – Fox On The Run(don't hate me)
ZZ Top – Tush
John Lee Hooker – Boom Boom
Hothouse Flowers – Don't Go
The Horrible Crowes – Behold The Hurricane
Duane Eddy – Rebel Rouser
Happy Birthday Meg!
Travel Safe,
TJH
I was able to wash the car this(Saturday) morning. I stopped off to re-fill my cup with Hazelnut coffee at the Einstein Bros Bagels on Val Vista, and was on my way. The car wash is right next to Midwestern Market where I pick up the doughnuts. I have found that these dounuts are arguably the best in Maricopa county(Phoenix). They are better than Dunkin', Crispy Creme, or even Barb's Bakery on 24th and Thomas. The apple fritters are a huge hit. I don't eat them due to the type 2 diabetes, and the fact that they currently taste like wood putty. I enjoy delivering some sweets to the fellas. Marcie set me up with the goodies while I dried the car in the lot. The Horrible Crowes – Sugar, Sweet – Love Is Like Oxygen
After washing the car, I picked up a couple of friends for some coffee. We were heading to South Phoenix(Ahwatukee), to hook up with some friends. The road detour/closure was not very well marked, and we ended up doing some crazy eights, before regaining our bearing. I didn't mind the detour yesterday.Willie Nelson with Waylon Jennings – Take It To The Limit
I do vividly remember heading to my biopsy on 5/28/11 in North Phoenix(40th St./Bell). Some jackass had the audacity to roll his vehicle in my HOV lane, and disrupt my transit. I know he did it intentionally to mess up my trip. I said a quick prayer for the bastard, and swerved across 5 lanes of traffic. He was not going to keep me from getting my throat cut! I was determined to be on time for the surgery, but was forced to call the surgical center, and advise them of my traffic status. They didn't really care about the rolled vehicle, they would be ready for me whenever I arrived. Now I felt bad about the upside down driver. Selfishness is a sneaky deal. Hothouse Flowers – I'm Sorry, ZZ Top – La Grange - Re-Mastered LP Version
I instinctively fall back on a frightened response. How is this going to effect me, why am I being delayed, don't they know who I am? I want what I want, and I want it right now. I am often reminded of a friend who was commuting from Philly to NYC once a month. He had a great routine. He'd drive to his corporate parking spot, get his vanilla latte, and jump on the express. He was heading in to the meeting and his keycard didn't work, so he had to call maintenance for assistance. They gave him a latte instead of a vanilla latte. He missed the express and was ultimately late for his meeting in the World Trade Center on 9/11/2001. Thank God. World Party – Put The Message In The Box
I went to bed early, and slept forever. I may have overshot the mark again. I'm not feeling 100% today, but it's still early. I think I'll have another nutritious Ensure. I'll watch the NFL and relax.
Todays Playlist:
Sweet – Fox On The Run(don't hate me)
ZZ Top – Tush
John Lee Hooker – Boom Boom
Hothouse Flowers – Don't Go
The Horrible Crowes – Behold The Hurricane
Duane Eddy – Rebel Rouser
Happy Birthday Meg!
Travel Safe,
TJH
Friday, September 30, 2011
Oh contraire mon frère 9/30/11
Hello Australia, and Singapore!
Beth and I snuck out to a movie yesterday(Memo to Self: Avoid popcorn until further notice.), and I was reminded that, in my opinion, Paris(not in Texas), is by far the most beautiful city I have ever visited. Not NYC, not LA, not San Fran, not London, not Rome, not Maui. I'm not saying it is the most livable city, but, it is by far, the most beautiful city. We visited in 2005 while Kevin was studying in London. (Thank you Kevin for providing us with the perfect excuse.) We took the train through the Chunnel. I don't speak French, and had some less than positive preconceived notions about France, and the French. I had to loose my prejudice, and negativity about the French prior to my visit. It was suggested that I love the French. It worked. Needless to say, I was wrong about the French. They were wonderful, they were helpful, friendly, interesting, and they didn't hate me, or make me feel less than. We had lunch at Taillevent (restaurant) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia a world famous restaurant. I had the rabbit. Prior to our departure, the ladies were checking out the facilities. I sat down and had a lovely chat with a man who turned out to be the owner. He could not have been more unassuming, or pleasant. I would return to Paris in a heartbeat. Steely Dan – Reeling In The Years
I feel pretty good today. I woke up early, said my prayers, made my bed, brushed my teeth, and took a shower. I had some extra energy so I called a friend of mine(at 5:45am) who has been having some difficulties. I suggested a cup of coffee, and he agreed. I felt much better that he didn't say "Hey you Idiot, don't you know what time it is? My day improved by spending some time with him. I don't know how to explain it, but participating in his life helps him, and gives me an improved perspective on my own. The Gaslight Anthem – The '59 Sound
The neurological side effects of the surgery are becoming more apparent with my increased freedom. I've gotten used to having numbness, and shooting pains around the house, but the shoulder strap of the seat belt is a bitch. Those things are overkill, and we should be allowed to cut them off, and just have a normal airplane seatbelt. If it's good enough for a plane crash, it should be sufficient for the road. I'm just saying...The Gaslight Anthem – American Slang
The numbness in my fingers, head, and shoulder have gotten very little attention during the active cancer treatments. They were ancillary inconveniences, and consequences. Well I'm done with treatment, and now I want this other stuff fixed! Is that so wrong? I could probably use a lobotomy, that would fix what's wrong with me. Steely Dan – Only A Fool Would Say That
Alison Krauss has a great set of pipes! Alison Krauss – When You Say Nothing At All
Todays Playlist:
Alison Krauss – Baby, Now That I've Found You
The Foundations – Baby Now that I've Found You
The Foundations – Build Me Up Buttercup
Boz Scaggs – Lido Shuffle
The Gaslight Anthem – Meet Me By The River's Edge
The National – Fake Empire
Pat is dying to tell you that joke!
Glad to feel better! Watch out!
Bonsoir,(I love the French)
TJH
Beth and I snuck out to a movie yesterday(Memo to Self: Avoid popcorn until further notice.), and I was reminded that, in my opinion, Paris(not in Texas), is by far the most beautiful city I have ever visited. Not NYC, not LA, not San Fran, not London, not Rome, not Maui. I'm not saying it is the most livable city, but, it is by far, the most beautiful city. We visited in 2005 while Kevin was studying in London. (Thank you Kevin for providing us with the perfect excuse.) We took the train through the Chunnel. I don't speak French, and had some less than positive preconceived notions about France, and the French. I had to loose my prejudice, and negativity about the French prior to my visit. It was suggested that I love the French. It worked. Needless to say, I was wrong about the French. They were wonderful, they were helpful, friendly, interesting, and they didn't hate me, or make me feel less than. We had lunch at Taillevent (restaurant) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia a world famous restaurant. I had the rabbit. Prior to our departure, the ladies were checking out the facilities. I sat down and had a lovely chat with a man who turned out to be the owner. He could not have been more unassuming, or pleasant. I would return to Paris in a heartbeat. Steely Dan – Reeling In The Years
I feel pretty good today. I woke up early, said my prayers, made my bed, brushed my teeth, and took a shower. I had some extra energy so I called a friend of mine(at 5:45am) who has been having some difficulties. I suggested a cup of coffee, and he agreed. I felt much better that he didn't say "Hey you Idiot, don't you know what time it is? My day improved by spending some time with him. I don't know how to explain it, but participating in his life helps him, and gives me an improved perspective on my own. The Gaslight Anthem – The '59 Sound
The neurological side effects of the surgery are becoming more apparent with my increased freedom. I've gotten used to having numbness, and shooting pains around the house, but the shoulder strap of the seat belt is a bitch. Those things are overkill, and we should be allowed to cut them off, and just have a normal airplane seatbelt. If it's good enough for a plane crash, it should be sufficient for the road. I'm just saying...The Gaslight Anthem – American Slang
The numbness in my fingers, head, and shoulder have gotten very little attention during the active cancer treatments. They were ancillary inconveniences, and consequences. Well I'm done with treatment, and now I want this other stuff fixed! Is that so wrong? I could probably use a lobotomy, that would fix what's wrong with me. Steely Dan – Only A Fool Would Say That
Alison Krauss has a great set of pipes! Alison Krauss – When You Say Nothing At All
Todays Playlist:
Alison Krauss – Baby, Now That I've Found You
The Foundations – Baby Now that I've Found You
The Foundations – Build Me Up Buttercup
Boz Scaggs – Lido Shuffle
The Gaslight Anthem – Meet Me By The River's Edge
The National – Fake Empire
Pat is dying to tell you that joke!
Glad to feel better! Watch out!
Bonsoir,(I love the French)
TJH
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Where does all this spiritual talk come from? 9/29/11
Experience in my own life has lead me to reach certain conclusions. Not dogma, not institutional, not Baltimore catechismic(catechismal), not religious conclusions, but spiritual conclusions based upon my own experience. My life continues to unfold into goodness. The seemingly bad circumstances prove to be spiritual opportunities. Damaged relationships are healed, economic difficulties are accepted, physical obstacles are met with surprising composure. Miraculous coincidences become common.The Flaming Lips – Do You Realize??
Hola(hello)Panama!!!
12 countries, call the UN. I'm huge in Panama(Central America)Hee Hee.
Luka Bloom – See You Soon
Holy shit, I'm an evangelist, but I'm not exactly sure what to do with that. I'm no Preacher, or Tent Minister. I'm a regular guy living a spiritual experience. Sure it doesn't hurt to have 7 weeks of treatment in the rearview mirror, but I would venture to say that as I approached this physical, emotional, financial, spiritual obstacle, I was able to tap into a Power significantly larger than me. Through the course of my illness I have been lifted up by the kind thoughts, deeds, and prayers of others. I was lifted up by the physicians, and medical professionals. I was lifted by family, and friends, past , and present. I was lifted by clergy of every denomination. I was lifted up by strangers. I was included in meditation, and pilgrimage. I have been given blessings, tokens of support, and anointments.The Decemberists – This Is Why We Fight
Here I go...Einstein said in his book The World As I See It "A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which are only accessible to our reason in their most elementary forms---it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude. He goes on to say "The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which he has attained to liberation from the self". Go figure...I like Einstein. Don't ask me about the theory of relativity, or the music of the spheres.Los Lonely Boys – Heaven
Good Yon tif, and Happy New Year, may it be Sweet.
TJH
Todays Playlist:
Bright Eyes – Shell Games
Bright Eyes – First Day Of My Life
Ben Harper – Diamonds On The Inside
The Damned – Alone Again Or
Blind Boys Of Alabama – Walk In Jerusalem
Blind Boys Of Alabama – Danny Boy
Reading List:
The Greatest Thing in The World by Henry Drummond(61 pages)
The World as I See It by Albert Einstein(112 pages)
Hola(hello)Panama!!!
12 countries, call the UN. I'm huge in Panama(Central America)Hee Hee.
Luka Bloom – See You Soon
Holy shit, I'm an evangelist, but I'm not exactly sure what to do with that. I'm no Preacher, or Tent Minister. I'm a regular guy living a spiritual experience. Sure it doesn't hurt to have 7 weeks of treatment in the rearview mirror, but I would venture to say that as I approached this physical, emotional, financial, spiritual obstacle, I was able to tap into a Power significantly larger than me. Through the course of my illness I have been lifted up by the kind thoughts, deeds, and prayers of others. I was lifted up by the physicians, and medical professionals. I was lifted by family, and friends, past , and present. I was lifted by clergy of every denomination. I was lifted up by strangers. I was included in meditation, and pilgrimage. I have been given blessings, tokens of support, and anointments.The Decemberists – This Is Why We Fight
Here I go...Einstein said in his book The World As I See It "A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which are only accessible to our reason in their most elementary forms---it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude. He goes on to say "The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which he has attained to liberation from the self". Go figure...I like Einstein. Don't ask me about the theory of relativity, or the music of the spheres.Los Lonely Boys – Heaven
Good Yon tif, and Happy New Year, may it be Sweet.
TJH
Todays Playlist:
Bright Eyes – Shell Games
Bright Eyes – First Day Of My Life
Ben Harper – Diamonds On The Inside
The Damned – Alone Again Or
Blind Boys Of Alabama – Walk In Jerusalem
Blind Boys Of Alabama – Danny Boy
Reading List:
The Greatest Thing in The World by Henry Drummond(61 pages)
The World as I See It by Albert Einstein(112 pages)
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
So I'm minding my own business...9/28/11
I've been given another second chance. Last week I let my primary care Doctors office know that I am on the mend when I went in for a flue shot. I didn't see the Doctor, but I'm sure he got the message. Today I get a call that he'd like to invite me in for a routine evaluation. I'm not so sure I want a routine evaluation. I've been, ultreasounded, biopsied, surgeried, scanned, radiated, Erbituxed, ported, tubed(multiple times), and, facemasked. What the hell am I going to do with a routine evaluation. I want some form of upgrade, Platinum status at a minimum. Where's my upgrade? Shouldn't I be entitled to a premium waiting room? What about a plaque? Kenny Rogers – Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)
We've pushed through the 40 followers barrier. That's right there are actually 43 people who admit to reading this thing. Be proud people. 5000 hits to this sight since its inception in June. We have been read in 10 countries. What I find amusing is that I get between 75-150 hits per day. I would hope that one of you guys, or the anonymous hitters, would have picked up the phone to call Pat O'Toole. Ask him about "the joke", hell ask him about anything.(440) 937-6003 Operators are standing by, I can't do this all day!Bee Gees – I Started A Joke
UPDATE: !!! Hello Australia 11 countries!!!
This morning I get to have coffee with Pete, and Marcia. The freedom to get out on a more regular basis is wonderful. Yesterday I ran into friends at lunch, and then at the Nordstom Rack(I ain't got no body). Bumping into B-Lloyd at the Rack provided me with a lovely dinner visit. This additional mobility is pretty nice. I miss investing in the lives of others, and being on the firing line of life. Get busy living or get busy dying. So much for minding my own business, let's live! Michael Franti & Spearhead – Say Hey (I Love You)
In Gratitude,
TJH
Todays playlist:
Mickey Newbury – Just Dropped In
Rodrigo y Gabriela – Tamacun(thanks B-&AmyLloyd)
Boston – More Than A Feeling
Steve Forbert – Romeo's Tune(ask Brian Maloney about Williams College)
Grateful Dead – It Must Have Been The Roses
We've pushed through the 40 followers barrier. That's right there are actually 43 people who admit to reading this thing. Be proud people. 5000 hits to this sight since its inception in June. We have been read in 10 countries. What I find amusing is that I get between 75-150 hits per day. I would hope that one of you guys, or the anonymous hitters, would have picked up the phone to call Pat O'Toole. Ask him about "the joke", hell ask him about anything.(440) 937-6003 Operators are standing by, I can't do this all day!Bee Gees – I Started A Joke
UPDATE: !!! Hello Australia 11 countries!!!
This morning I get to have coffee with Pete, and Marcia. The freedom to get out on a more regular basis is wonderful. Yesterday I ran into friends at lunch, and then at the Nordstom Rack(I ain't got no body). Bumping into B-Lloyd at the Rack provided me with a lovely dinner visit. This additional mobility is pretty nice. I miss investing in the lives of others, and being on the firing line of life. Get busy living or get busy dying. So much for minding my own business, let's live! Michael Franti & Spearhead – Say Hey (I Love You)
In Gratitude,
TJH
Todays playlist:
Mickey Newbury – Just Dropped In
Rodrigo y Gabriela – Tamacun(thanks B-&AmyLloyd)
Boston – More Than A Feeling
Steve Forbert – Romeo's Tune(ask Brian Maloney about Williams College)
Grateful Dead – It Must Have Been The Roses
Monday, September 26, 2011
Did You Call Pat O'Toole? 9/26/11
Why haven't you called Pat O'Toole?
It should come as no surprise that I tend to over do it on the weekends. This is not a recent phenomena. In my current condition I get exhausted quickly. I was in the Jos. A Bank store on Saturday afternoon because they were having a sale(hard to believe), and my clothes don't fit. The sales advisor commented that there was a lot of extra fabric on my backside, and would I like to have the butt tucked? By all means please tuck the butt. I shopped so hard that I had to have Beth drive me home for an emergency nap.The Grateful Dead – Box Of Rain
I refrained from visiting a friend on Saturday afternoon, and when I called to explain, she completely understood. She was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer, and could not have been more gracious. I hope to get a chance to visit with her in the very near future. Ray Charles – Georgia On My Mind
Today I dug out a stash of some skinny clothes, that are now fat clothes, and fat clothes, that are now ridiculously fat clothes. I have suits, jackets, and pants that have not seen the light of day in decades. The pants were linen, khaki, corduroy, and various blends. I found an old favorite pair of Nantucket Red khakis. I'm glad that I was able to find these treasures, now I need to put the fat clothes out in the garage. Weezer – Weezer - In The Garage
I have some friends coming over for dinner. One of my buddies hasn't been over since before I was diagnosed. I'm looking forward to spending some time with him. The visitors are lined up this week. My dance card is booked through Thursday. I look forward to these visits. My energy is better when I have friends within reach.Joe Cocker – With A Little Help From My Friends
Mom is on her way back to Jersey for the week. She just called from Albuquerque NM. This is an unscheduled pit stop due to hydraulic problems. Hopefully she will catch an alternate flight without much hassle. Right now they are talking about putting her up in a hotel and flying her out in the morning. I suggested she get further east to shorten the trip tomorrow. We'll keep our fingers crossed. Joe Cocker – The Letter - Single Version, Arlo Guthrie – Coming Into Los Angeles (original version) Update: She's flying back to Phoenix, and jumping a red eye back out to Jersey tonight.
I'm gonna prep dinner, and take a nap. My brother Terry received a condolence call today. "Sorry to hear about your brother". He assured the caller that to the best of his knowledge, his brother was doing just fine. He called me tonight, just to make sure. I'm pleased to report that the rumor of my demise is premature.Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – Helpless - Previously Unreleased Mix
Tomorrow I get a haircut. I am healing enough to know that this haircut will never become a trend.
Todays Playlist
Dashboard Confessional – Hands Down - EP Version,
Franz Ferdinand – Take Me Out
Cake – Going The Distance
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – Get A Haircut
Beck – Devils Haircut
Michael Franti & Spearhead – Say Hey (I Love You),
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – If You Don't Start Drinkin' (I'm Gonna Leave)
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – Move It On Over
TJH
It should come as no surprise that I tend to over do it on the weekends. This is not a recent phenomena. In my current condition I get exhausted quickly. I was in the Jos. A Bank store on Saturday afternoon because they were having a sale(hard to believe), and my clothes don't fit. The sales advisor commented that there was a lot of extra fabric on my backside, and would I like to have the butt tucked? By all means please tuck the butt. I shopped so hard that I had to have Beth drive me home for an emergency nap.The Grateful Dead – Box Of Rain
I refrained from visiting a friend on Saturday afternoon, and when I called to explain, she completely understood. She was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer, and could not have been more gracious. I hope to get a chance to visit with her in the very near future. Ray Charles – Georgia On My Mind
Today I dug out a stash of some skinny clothes, that are now fat clothes, and fat clothes, that are now ridiculously fat clothes. I have suits, jackets, and pants that have not seen the light of day in decades. The pants were linen, khaki, corduroy, and various blends. I found an old favorite pair of Nantucket Red khakis. I'm glad that I was able to find these treasures, now I need to put the fat clothes out in the garage. Weezer – Weezer - In The Garage
I have some friends coming over for dinner. One of my buddies hasn't been over since before I was diagnosed. I'm looking forward to spending some time with him. The visitors are lined up this week. My dance card is booked through Thursday. I look forward to these visits. My energy is better when I have friends within reach.Joe Cocker – With A Little Help From My Friends
Mom is on her way back to Jersey for the week. She just called from Albuquerque NM. This is an unscheduled pit stop due to hydraulic problems. Hopefully she will catch an alternate flight without much hassle. Right now they are talking about putting her up in a hotel and flying her out in the morning. I suggested she get further east to shorten the trip tomorrow. We'll keep our fingers crossed. Joe Cocker – The Letter - Single Version, Arlo Guthrie – Coming Into Los Angeles (original version) Update: She's flying back to Phoenix, and jumping a red eye back out to Jersey tonight.
I'm gonna prep dinner, and take a nap. My brother Terry received a condolence call today. "Sorry to hear about your brother". He assured the caller that to the best of his knowledge, his brother was doing just fine. He called me tonight, just to make sure. I'm pleased to report that the rumor of my demise is premature.Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young – Helpless - Previously Unreleased Mix
Tomorrow I get a haircut. I am healing enough to know that this haircut will never become a trend.
Todays Playlist
Dashboard Confessional – Hands Down - EP Version,
Franz Ferdinand – Take Me Out
Cake – Going The Distance
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – Get A Haircut
Beck – Devils Haircut
Michael Franti & Spearhead – Say Hey (I Love You),
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – If You Don't Start Drinkin' (I'm Gonna Leave)
George Thorogood And The Destroyers – Move It On Over
TJH
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Thanks Mary Jo 9/25/11
Today I had breakfast with mom, lunch with the ladies, and dinner with Bart, Doug, and Frank. The appetite is not really back, but I remain motivated to eat. The salivary glands, and taste buds will return in due time. I have to do a better job taking in sustenance. I'm sure that 168lbs. is not my optimum weight. I am pretty sure a haircut with some special blending in the back, is on the agenda. Our guests raved about the designer ice cream from Breamer's in Cincy(thanks Julie and Paul). They said the pepper jack cheese was very spicy, but I couldn't tell. I didn't try the deviled eggs, but did have a decent sized soft taco, and a couple of buffalo wings. I didn't taste much.
We had a nice visit with Shannon, Sarah, Maggie, and Kate. The ladies were buzzed on sugar, and we started telling some stories. Beth encouraged me to tell the "Pat O'Toole joke". Pat O'Toole is my cousin via marriage to my cousin Mary Jo. The joke was told at a family wedding for cousin Kevin and Heather Kilbane. Two generations were gathered at a large table, and my sister Noreen encouraged Pat to tell "the Joke". He wisely declined knowing that the joke was completely inappropriate for the mixed crowd. By mixed I mean old school hard line Catholics, and my generation. He knew that he shouldn't tell the joke in front of his Mother-in-law(my dear Aunt Mary), and certainly not in front of Billy, and Mary Kay Hagan. Another agitator suggested for Pat to tell the joke, and he was off to the races.Graham Parker – No Holding Back
The joke is about a theme party where you come dressed as your favorite emotion. Please feel free to call Pat at (440)937-6003. When the dust settled my generation was howling, screaming, and pissing they're pants. The mixed crowd was catatonic, randomly making the sign of the cross, and praying for his eternal soul, which was most certainly going straight to hell. The memory of my sister's hysterical shriek is crystal clear. Thank You! I'm pleased to report that today's retelling of the joke was well received by the ladies, who shared a few of they're favorites. The Rolling Stones – Emotional Rescue
I received a call from my brother Marty, who was working the sidelines at a CYO football game this afternoon. He bumped into an old friend Gil Ryan. I met Gil through Mary Jo. His picture may still be on Big Mare's basement wall. Marty put Gil on the phone, and we picked up right where we left off 30 years ago. Gil and I had a very good run in the 70's and early 80's. We busted each others chops immediately. It's not that he didn't care how I was doing, he already knew. He didn't have to ask, or suggest he was praying for me, I already knew. I was visiting family in Cleveland one time 6-8 years ago, and a complete stranger approached me and said "I know you". He wasn't sure exactly how, but was certain, and so we started to unravel the mystery. I assured him that I hadn't lived full time in Cleveland since 1973. I summered in Cleveland while attending OU in the late 70's. He was positive. He asked me if I had ever gone to the Rib Burn Off at Burke Lakefront Airport. Oh My God! He remembered his friend Gil and I doing quite a spectacular Soul Train line dance through the Rib Festival. I know a boom box was involved. Go ahead see it in your minds eye, two very happy, rhythmic white boys dancing through the crowd at Burke Lakefront Airport. An instant classic.
Sly & The Family Stone – Dance To The Music,
Sly & The Family Stone – Stand
Grateful Dead – Truckin'
I had a very good day today, thank you God.
TJH
More of todays music
Graham Parker – Break Them Down
Graham Parker – Local Girls - Digitally Remastered 1996
The Grateful Dead – Terrapin Station Medley:
Graham Parker – Comfortably Numb
Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath
We had a nice visit with Shannon, Sarah, Maggie, and Kate. The ladies were buzzed on sugar, and we started telling some stories. Beth encouraged me to tell the "Pat O'Toole joke". Pat O'Toole is my cousin via marriage to my cousin Mary Jo. The joke was told at a family wedding for cousin Kevin and Heather Kilbane. Two generations were gathered at a large table, and my sister Noreen encouraged Pat to tell "the Joke". He wisely declined knowing that the joke was completely inappropriate for the mixed crowd. By mixed I mean old school hard line Catholics, and my generation. He knew that he shouldn't tell the joke in front of his Mother-in-law(my dear Aunt Mary), and certainly not in front of Billy, and Mary Kay Hagan. Another agitator suggested for Pat to tell the joke, and he was off to the races.Graham Parker – No Holding Back
The joke is about a theme party where you come dressed as your favorite emotion. Please feel free to call Pat at (440)937-6003. When the dust settled my generation was howling, screaming, and pissing they're pants. The mixed crowd was catatonic, randomly making the sign of the cross, and praying for his eternal soul, which was most certainly going straight to hell. The memory of my sister's hysterical shriek is crystal clear. Thank You! I'm pleased to report that today's retelling of the joke was well received by the ladies, who shared a few of they're favorites. The Rolling Stones – Emotional Rescue
I received a call from my brother Marty, who was working the sidelines at a CYO football game this afternoon. He bumped into an old friend Gil Ryan. I met Gil through Mary Jo. His picture may still be on Big Mare's basement wall. Marty put Gil on the phone, and we picked up right where we left off 30 years ago. Gil and I had a very good run in the 70's and early 80's. We busted each others chops immediately. It's not that he didn't care how I was doing, he already knew. He didn't have to ask, or suggest he was praying for me, I already knew. I was visiting family in Cleveland one time 6-8 years ago, and a complete stranger approached me and said "I know you". He wasn't sure exactly how, but was certain, and so we started to unravel the mystery. I assured him that I hadn't lived full time in Cleveland since 1973. I summered in Cleveland while attending OU in the late 70's. He was positive. He asked me if I had ever gone to the Rib Burn Off at Burke Lakefront Airport. Oh My God! He remembered his friend Gil and I doing quite a spectacular Soul Train line dance through the Rib Festival. I know a boom box was involved. Go ahead see it in your minds eye, two very happy, rhythmic white boys dancing through the crowd at Burke Lakefront Airport. An instant classic.
Sly & The Family Stone – Dance To The Music,
Sly & The Family Stone – Stand
Grateful Dead – Truckin'
I had a very good day today, thank you God.
TJH
More of todays music
Graham Parker – Break Them Down
Graham Parker – Local Girls - Digitally Remastered 1996
The Grateful Dead – Terrapin Station Medley:
Graham Parker – Comfortably Numb
Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath
Friday, September 23, 2011
I'm a Runway Model 9/23/11
My clothes are falling off. Fat clothes, skinny clothes, hell I'd probably fit in that canary yellow leisure suit from 1973. I have no idea how I misplaced that fashion faux pas. I know it will always live on in Aunt Mary's basement wall of fashion. My jackets make me look like Tom Hanks in Big. Larry Clinton – Heart And Soul I need elastic, and drawstrings. My belts don't fit, and I'm swimming in my shirts. How did this happen? I'm not sure whether I should dance, or die. Let's dance! House Of Pain – Jump Around I definitely need a smaller belt, or a slower dance!Music of the 40s – Begin The Beguine
I received a flu shot this morning at my primary care Doctors office. They haven't seen me since March. They had originally prescribed 10 days worth of anti biotic, followed by the ultrasound. I called in April to let them know that the ultrasound showed some abnormal masses, and that I was subsequently diagnosed with stage 4 squamous cel carcinoma, but have not been in the office through my treatment. I was pleased to walk in and request a flu shot. I normally don't like getting shots, but I felt like a survivor walking into the office. God forbid I get the flu! The shot I'm really looking forward to is that Shingles vaccine. My dad had shingles, and hated it worse than cancer, and dialysis combined. I have to wait until my white blood count is better until I can get the active shingles virus injected into my system. I can't wait! Don't want no Shingles! The Cure – Friday I'm In Love
I ran into a guy this morning who couldn't believe that his urine sample would test positive after having only 2 beers. I understand, but if you are in a position to have your urine checked wouldn't you want to know exactly what tolerance they allowed before they tested. I would think that 2 beers is pretty reasonable. But I guess the DMV is less tolerant. Go figure. Brendan Shine – I Like Beer Traffic – John Barleycorn (Must Die)
Todays Playlist
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – The Impression That I Get
Gloria Gaynor – I Will Survive
Blackie and the Rodeo Kings – Summer Side Of Life
Gary U.S. Bonds – This Little Girl
Gary U.S. Bonds – Jole Blon
Madonna – Like A Prayer
I must say I am finding some tasty morsels on spotify
I received a flu shot this morning at my primary care Doctors office. They haven't seen me since March. They had originally prescribed 10 days worth of anti biotic, followed by the ultrasound. I called in April to let them know that the ultrasound showed some abnormal masses, and that I was subsequently diagnosed with stage 4 squamous cel carcinoma, but have not been in the office through my treatment. I was pleased to walk in and request a flu shot. I normally don't like getting shots, but I felt like a survivor walking into the office. God forbid I get the flu! The shot I'm really looking forward to is that Shingles vaccine. My dad had shingles, and hated it worse than cancer, and dialysis combined. I have to wait until my white blood count is better until I can get the active shingles virus injected into my system. I can't wait! Don't want no Shingles! The Cure – Friday I'm In Love
I ran into a guy this morning who couldn't believe that his urine sample would test positive after having only 2 beers. I understand, but if you are in a position to have your urine checked wouldn't you want to know exactly what tolerance they allowed before they tested. I would think that 2 beers is pretty reasonable. But I guess the DMV is less tolerant. Go figure. Brendan Shine – I Like Beer Traffic – John Barleycorn (Must Die)
Todays Playlist
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – The Impression That I Get
Gloria Gaynor – I Will Survive
Blackie and the Rodeo Kings – Summer Side Of Life
Gary U.S. Bonds – This Little Girl
Gary U.S. Bonds – Jole Blon
Madonna – Like A Prayer
I must say I am finding some tasty morsels on spotify
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Take the Over 9/22/11
I saw some friends this morning who reminded me again, just how fortunate I am. The fact that I live in a time where a protocol exists that will allow me to survive a formerly fatal disease is miraculous. I am reasonably certain that if my symptoms had shown up 30 years ago you would be reading someone else's blog.The Shins – New Slang
The fact that people have been studying this disease, and applying their knowledge over time has provided me with a reason to remain optimistic. I have optimism without arrogance. I didn't kick cancers ass. I have been given a daily reprieve today. Tomorrow may be a different story, but for today I have recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body. The mental recovery is sometimes more painful than the physical recovery. My mind has me running marathons with imaginary grandchildren. The Strokes – Someday
My friend also reminded me that wanting to have this all behind me is not a substitute for walking through this process. I really need to put one foot in front of the other, and follow the directions from my physicians. I had been trying so hard to get in shape, and change my physical condition, that I was actually doing harm to my recovery. The Doctor reminded me on Monday that I was still in the acute recovery stage, and that my body is still breaking down. The Erbitux, and Radiation were continuing to attack my system, and would be for several weeks. He suggested I step away from a strenuous exercise regimen. I told him I was only walking 1 mile per day at a slow pace. He told me that if I continued to loose weight I would be looking at some difficult consequences. I hate difficult consequences. Bad Religion – Sorrow
I appreciate the blogshots I've been receiving. The subtle anonymous phone calls, texts, and emails just wondering how I've been. "Haven't read anything from you in a while". "Just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything". "How come you quit writing"? Are you dead? Most people I know are very sensitive!
When I was first diagnosed in May my friends really stepped forward in a big way. One of my buddies called to make certain his middle name was spelled right in my will. Another friend made a request for some quality neckwear. A third friend mentioned that he'd always admired Beth. I didn't hear anyone set an over/under, but let me just say for today.... "take the over".
Todays Playlist
– Men Without Hats - Safety Dance
Willie Nelson – Unchained Melody
The Kooks – Junk Of The Heart (Happy)
The Kooks – Naive
Your Loyal Serf,
TJH
The fact that people have been studying this disease, and applying their knowledge over time has provided me with a reason to remain optimistic. I have optimism without arrogance. I didn't kick cancers ass. I have been given a daily reprieve today. Tomorrow may be a different story, but for today I have recovered from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body. The mental recovery is sometimes more painful than the physical recovery. My mind has me running marathons with imaginary grandchildren. The Strokes – Someday
My friend also reminded me that wanting to have this all behind me is not a substitute for walking through this process. I really need to put one foot in front of the other, and follow the directions from my physicians. I had been trying so hard to get in shape, and change my physical condition, that I was actually doing harm to my recovery. The Doctor reminded me on Monday that I was still in the acute recovery stage, and that my body is still breaking down. The Erbitux, and Radiation were continuing to attack my system, and would be for several weeks. He suggested I step away from a strenuous exercise regimen. I told him I was only walking 1 mile per day at a slow pace. He told me that if I continued to loose weight I would be looking at some difficult consequences. I hate difficult consequences. Bad Religion – Sorrow
I appreciate the blogshots I've been receiving. The subtle anonymous phone calls, texts, and emails just wondering how I've been. "Haven't read anything from you in a while". "Just wanted to make sure you didn't need anything". "How come you quit writing"? Are you dead? Most people I know are very sensitive!
When I was first diagnosed in May my friends really stepped forward in a big way. One of my buddies called to make certain his middle name was spelled right in my will. Another friend made a request for some quality neckwear. A third friend mentioned that he'd always admired Beth. I didn't hear anyone set an over/under, but let me just say for today.... "take the over".
Todays Playlist
– Men Without Hats - Safety Dance
Willie Nelson – Unchained Melody
The Kooks – Junk Of The Heart (Happy)
The Kooks – Naive
Your Loyal Serf,
TJH
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Good Role Models 9/12/11- 9/21/11
I had a gremlin jump into my blogspot dashboard, and erase 2 quality blogs from my menu prior to publishing. I swear these were a couple of real gems that would have been candidates for some kind of blog Pulitzer. Pithy, insightful, and filled with hope. I can't for the life of me recall what I wrote, but I can assure you that it was brilliant. I found myself becoming resentful that my creation had been destroyed, and intentionally not writing. I am such an infant! Modest Mouse – Missed The Boat
I am regularly reminded that I continue to recover. Last week I had some Ahi Tuna that I could almost actually taste(wasabi/horseradish sauce). This week I realized that my appetite is improving. I was able to get up each day this week, and do some exercise. I was able to enjoy some food, fellowship, and football with friends on Sunday.The Decemberists – Calamity Song
I enjoyed hanging our American Flag this weekend. I'm also glad that when the storms came Saturday, and Sunday afternoon, I had the respect to take our flag down. I live in the greatest country in the history of civilization. I am proud to be an American, and am grateful for the blessings that we receive as Americans. I am also very aware of the responsibilities, and sacrifices that go along with being an American. TJ is currently deployed in an undisclosed location. May God continue to protect, and keep him in his care and custody. Grateful Dead – U.S. Blues
I would like to welcome a reader from Italy. I love Italy. I remember being in Florence on a hot summer day. The happy American tourist. The window was opened, and I was enjoying the bumper to bumper midday gridlock. A young man reached into the window of our cab, and grabbed my manly shoulder pouch. He pulled, I pulled back, we had a little tug of war, and I held on to the bag. He was walking to his next job and stopped to look at me from behind the car. He gave me an insulting non verbal hand gesture. I held up the bag and gave him a 1 fingered salute. Ahh Florence! I'm glad to know that there are people out there who stay connected. – Funiculi Funicular
Through the process of writing I've been blessed to be in contact with so many old friends, and friends I haven't met yet. The world is getting smaller all the time. I'm finding comfort in hearing that I am being read in Naperville, Long Valley, and somewhere in Malaysia. Asian Traditional Music – Malaysia Melody A friend called this week, and asked if he could give my # to one of his guys who was going through treatment for cancer. My # is (480)242-7910 operators are standing by. The fact is that people connect. People connect me to the world. I have been lifted up during a seemingly bad time in my life. I have been given everything that I ever needed. Your collective Power has carried me. You people with various philosophies, religious beliefs, and spiritual leanings gave me the "bump" I needed, right when I needed bumping.Pete And The Pirates – Things That Go Bump
My dear friend Roger Doyle passed away a year ago this week. He was one of the finest men I have ever known. He was a living example of the kind of man I would hope to become. It is good to have role models. He was put in my life at just the right time to help me change trajectory, and I will be forever grateful for his friendship. The same can be said for my friend Randy Howes, who ended his fight with pancreatic cancer on Sunday. May they, and all our dearly departed, rest in peace.
Dropkick Murphys – The Wild Rover
The Outlaws – Green Grass & High Tides
The Outlaws – (Ghost) Riders In The Sky - Digitally Remastered, 1996
Respectfully submitted,
TJH
I am regularly reminded that I continue to recover. Last week I had some Ahi Tuna that I could almost actually taste(wasabi/horseradish sauce). This week I realized that my appetite is improving. I was able to get up each day this week, and do some exercise. I was able to enjoy some food, fellowship, and football with friends on Sunday.The Decemberists – Calamity Song
I enjoyed hanging our American Flag this weekend. I'm also glad that when the storms came Saturday, and Sunday afternoon, I had the respect to take our flag down. I live in the greatest country in the history of civilization. I am proud to be an American, and am grateful for the blessings that we receive as Americans. I am also very aware of the responsibilities, and sacrifices that go along with being an American. TJ is currently deployed in an undisclosed location. May God continue to protect, and keep him in his care and custody. Grateful Dead – U.S. Blues
TJ is third from the left wearing the only sleeveless number
The week seems to be dragging. The recovery is not happening as fast as I would like. My energy level is drastically reduced, and I wear our very quickly. The doctor reminded me that I am in the acute recovery stage, and that this may last months. He assured me that I will have some recovery for years. Thanks, Doc. The wounds on my neck are steadily improving, just not fast enough for me. I've become aware of some other physical manifestations of my treatment. My skin color is ashen, and my skin tone seems to be less elastic. My hair is brittle, and seems to have stopped growing. My eyebrows look like they've been singed. I've got chicken legs. Other than these small side effects, I look like a million bucks.The Outlaws – Hurry Sundown - Digitally Remastered 2001
I would like to welcome a reader from Italy. I love Italy. I remember being in Florence on a hot summer day. The happy American tourist. The window was opened, and I was enjoying the bumper to bumper midday gridlock. A young man reached into the window of our cab, and grabbed my manly shoulder pouch. He pulled, I pulled back, we had a little tug of war, and I held on to the bag. He was walking to his next job and stopped to look at me from behind the car. He gave me an insulting non verbal hand gesture. I held up the bag and gave him a 1 fingered salute. Ahh Florence! I'm glad to know that there are people out there who stay connected. – Funiculi Funicular
Through the process of writing I've been blessed to be in contact with so many old friends, and friends I haven't met yet. The world is getting smaller all the time. I'm finding comfort in hearing that I am being read in Naperville, Long Valley, and somewhere in Malaysia. Asian Traditional Music – Malaysia Melody A friend called this week, and asked if he could give my # to one of his guys who was going through treatment for cancer. My # is (480)242-7910 operators are standing by. The fact is that people connect. People connect me to the world. I have been lifted up during a seemingly bad time in my life. I have been given everything that I ever needed. Your collective Power has carried me. You people with various philosophies, religious beliefs, and spiritual leanings gave me the "bump" I needed, right when I needed bumping.Pete And The Pirates – Things That Go Bump
My dear friend Roger Doyle passed away a year ago this week. He was one of the finest men I have ever known. He was a living example of the kind of man I would hope to become. It is good to have role models. He was put in my life at just the right time to help me change trajectory, and I will be forever grateful for his friendship. The same can be said for my friend Randy Howes, who ended his fight with pancreatic cancer on Sunday. May they, and all our dearly departed, rest in peace.
Roger C. Doyle
Dropkick Murphys – The Wild Rover
The Outlaws – Green Grass & High Tides
The Outlaws – (Ghost) Riders In The Sky - Digitally Remastered, 1996
Respectfully submitted,
TJH
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