For five years now, I’ve been downloading (mainly in Kindle form) books about the Afterlife (really, our real lives). I began as a skeptic, became a believer, and now, as a budding Reiki student/practitioner, I simply and profoundly know.
Six years ago this fall, Mrs. Charm, my wife of twenty-five years, transitioned after about a year of fighting cancer. Finally, via lawyer Roberta Grimes, I have found a database of more than three thousand Afterlife books. I can’t wait to search it. I’ll share the link now.
Via Afterlife data
The various A- and B-list celebrities are falling over themselves shitting on Rush Limbaugh, dead at 70 of lung cancer. Me, I was only a sometime listener, but I had a favorite of his various expressions: the Drive-by Media. So true. As a recovering journalist, I don’t know how many pieces I wrote that I knew nothing about. Drive-by, indeed.
Hospice volunteer training is pretty redundant, excessively bureaucratic, and unnecessarily long. Six hours so far on two nights. Six hours on Saturday tomorrow alone. Rinse. Repeat next week.
Includes a TB test and a Hep B vaccine. Then a long hiatus while they do our criminal background checks, to see if we have any criminals in our backgrounds. Or are one. A month or two.
Bottom line could be easily found if not for all the cooks spoiling the broth. How’s that for mixing metaphors? I’ve taken away two things: We don’t have to say much of anything to the patient or family.
Just showing up, being present, helping out, is enough. And listening. You can’t say much of anything when you’re listening.
“In a life touched by tragedy, Rona Ramon, wife of Israeli astronaut Ilan Ramon, was determined to choose life – and to help others cope with grief and sorrow as well. Rona died from pancreatic cancer on December 17, 2018 at the age of 54, but her legacy of hope and resilience endures.”
Finished yesterday my sixth or seventh colonoscopy. Hard to remember as they’ve been coming at five-year intervals. This was the easiest by far, thanks to HyGieaCare, which obviates the necessity of drinking even 12 ounces (with lots of water) of awful, nauseating stuff I can only call motor oil.
An all-around shitty subject this, but a worthwhile alert if you have a first-degree relative whose death was due to or preceded by colon cancer. In my case they were my father and his father. If so, see a gastroenterologist and get on with it.
Five Four polyps were found this time, versus six last time (in 2013), but it’ll be a week or so until I find out if any of them were malignant. Never have found one such so don’t know what the protocol would be. Hope not to find out.
UPDATE: No cancer but two of the four were pre-cancerous so the doc has me down for another test in 2020—two-year interval instead of five.
“The prize recognizes [M.D. Anderson medical researcher Jim] Allison’s basic science discoveries on the biology of T cells, the adaptive immune system’s soldiers, and his invention of [an] immune checkpoint blockade to treat cancer. Allison’s crucial insight was to block a protein on T cells that acts as a brake on their activation, freeing the T cells to attack cancer.”
A blues mouth harpist who, up to this point, had counted playing backup to Willie Nelson as the high point of his life.
Just a little (3 years on the 22nd) late to help Mrs. Charm. And so far the drugs made from his work don’t treat her non-Hodgkins lymphoma anyway.
Via University of Texas M.D. Anderson Cancer Center
Second-hand smoke health hazards are hysterical, bureaucratic bullsh*t.
“…I found myself thinking of my friend and colleague John Ringo’s signature line which is: We went to the moon on coffee, bourbon and Marlboros. We’re not going to Mars on Evian and tofu.”
So, so sadly true. Read it all.