Congratulations, Zach!

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May 5, 2018 – My son, Zach, graduated today from the Georgia Institute of Technology, or more commonly known as Georgia Tech. He graduated with Highest Honor and a terrific overall GPA (3.89) in Mechanical Engineering, and he is now “A helluva, helluva…hell of an engineer.” 

We’re obviously very proud of Zach and his accomplishments. It’s incredible how quickly four years have gone by (see I’m a Ramblin Wreck) and how grown up Zach has become. It was a wonderful weekend – as I posted to friends and family on Facebook – and a chance for all four of us to be together. Of course, my dad was there – once again – to see another grandchild graduate college.

So proud of our engineer.

With all of the emotion and a hectic schedule, it was nice to have to time to reflect and decompress. I spent several early mornings sitting on the back deck of our rental home (which was a cool little house with all the latest updates) to think back to my time as a college graduate. I honestly don’t remember much except bits and pieces of graduation day and the ceremony. I remember more about the family gathering my parents organized later that day. I do remember, however, a feeling of anticipation – along with nerves – at the idea of finally being out of school.

I think Zach has some of those same feelings, but he is such a stoic that he doesn’t really express himself. He just seems to move right along. I wonder if everything that our family endured over the past 5+ years – especially the last two years – including the sudden death of our family dog, Nixie, has caused Zach to remain inside of himself emotionally. It’s hard to know and, of course, he won’t talk about it. I do know that Nixie’s death hurt him as much as the rest of us.

So, the beginning of “graduation weekend” was somewhat bittersweet. As we arrived at McCamish Pavilion for the Saturday afternoon ceremony, everyone – including Zach – seemed to be caught up in the moment. It was a great, and quick, graduation ceremony, and a lot of fun to watch the jumbotron flash Zach’s name and his honors while his name was read out loud.

We’re so proud of everything our son has accomplished, and we know he’ll accomplish so much more as a “Hell of an Engineer!”


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Health Update – My condition remains relatively the same. The only major issue I dealt with in the past six months was moving back to the branded chemotherapy drug (Gleevec). We had to argue with the insurance company about side-effects from the generic version that I had not had in more than three (3) years with the branded drug. The insurance company relented earlier this spring. I see my oncologist later in May for a three-month scan and check up. 

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Emily Update – Many of you have asked how Emily is doing, and we appreciate the concern. As previously discussed, her cancer appears to be gone and she finished chemotherapy almost one year ago. She continues to deal with the ups and downs of recovery. Vicki and I remain patient and diligent as we help Emily regain her old “strength” – physically, mentally, and emotionally. It’s been a long process and we’ll be with Emily every step of the way.

Another proud day for the Billett Family.

…When September Ends (Part 2)

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September 24, 2016 – I watch my daughter lying in a hospital bed…the sounds of the machines hum and ding in a monotonous melody.  Tubes run in and out of her arm and her nose.  The smell of a hospital room permeates everything.  That antiseptic smell that anyone who’s ever been in a hospital or clinic knows so well.  I’m watching her and flashing back almost twenty-two years.  This same child was only five days old when she had open heart surgery, and then spent the next two weeks in an IC ward (see February 19th).
It’s almost unbelievable, and I think I wouldn’t believe it was true if the sounds and smells weren’t here to remind me.  Once again, we’re dealing with keeping Emily alive and healthy.  I can’t even explain both the shock and dread that Vicki and I are feeling right now.  It’s enough to make you wonder, “When is enough enough?”  We simply don’t know where to turn, who to ask, and what to expect.

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Yesterday Emily had surgery to remove a cyst from her ovary and part of her fallopian tube.  The surgery itself was successful, although due to the large size of the cyst, Emily would lose one of her ovaries and its fallopian tube. During the last part of the surgery, her doctor came to see us in the waiting area.  We had been told that either a nurse would come find us as the surgery was winding down, or we would get a call on the in-house phone in the waiting area.  As soon as I saw her doctor, I had that feeling – that feeling you get that sets off all those alarms inside your brain – that something was wrong.

My beautiful, young woman!

While examining the cyst, the surgical pathologist noted a tumor that appeared to be malignant.  Cancer!  Oh, God! Cancer!  We both went numb.  I’m not sure we were even listening at that point.  Our world was suddenly and cruelly spinning out-of-control.  Our daughter, age 22, has a form of ovarian cancer.

For now, this is all I want to say regarding Emily’s situation.  It’s been more that just difficult to handle – it’s been surreal and heart-wrenching.  I’m just not sure where this road is going to lead us.

Note:  I borrowed the title of a previous blog entry – …When September Ends – to help frame how I feel about another crisis in my family.

Rocky Mountain Sigh

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Labor Day Weekend 2016 – Vicki and I are in Snowmass, Colorado for the Jazz Aspen Snowmass Labor Day Experience.  We’ve been in Colorado now for two full days, and I just can’t get over how beautiful it is here in the Rocky Mountains.  It’s been at least ten years since we’ve been in Colorado and probably another ten since we’ve been in the mountains.  I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like to see and experience such beauty!  The clean, crisp air and the gorgeous views from just about anywhere.  It’s incredible!

I’ve been pumped up ever since we arrived.  Even though the altitude and the hiking trails have gotten the better of me, I just can’t get enough of this place.  Yet, at the same time, I feel melancholy deep down inside.  As Vicki sometimes asks when we’re alone at home, “What’s the matter?”  My answers range from “everything” to “nothing” to “I don’t know.”  In this case, it’s definitely everything.

I love it out here!  Absolutely love everything about Colorado in the summer.  But I know it won’t last.  I know we’ll have to leave soon and come back home.  And to be honest, sometimes home is not where my heart is.  It’s been a very weird six months since I retired from the work world.  I’m still not sure where the next part of my journey will lead me, and I’m worried. I’m worried about everything and everyone in my life. I have no control over all these moving pieces and it drives me crazy! One thing that a regular job provided me was a sense of control.  At work, most of the time, I was able to be in some sort of control.  Or I was able to change a situation to become in control.

Top of Elk Camp at 11,000 feet.

Now, I seem to just let everything happen around me.  I try to exert control, but it doesn’t seem to take.  I did a decent job with a writing project in July, but after that I’ve been like a rudderless boat. Just bobbing up and down on the daily waves of life.  What am I supposed to be doing?  Where am I supposed to go?  How do I get there?  And what do I do once I arrive?

So for now, I’ll continue to look at the beauty of Colorado and the Rocky Mountains and sip on a local microbrew. And hope this “Rocky Mountain high” lasts as long as possible after I come down from the mountains.

Thanks, as always, for your time.

I Am Not Alone

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August 6th – I decided to participate, again, in the Miles for Melanoma 5K here in Memphis.  This year I also decided to go “all in” and create a team of family and friends to help me fundraise.  This was a big step for me. You may recall from last year’s post (I Am Alone) that I had a rotten experience when I asked a simple – but obviously naive – question about melanoma support groups.  I immediately felt alone – very alone.  And to this day I still want to lash out at the woman you was rude to me.

Fast forward to this summer…A year changes everything.  Once I established a team and sent out an online request for donations, I was awestruck as to the response I received.  We raised $500 for the Melanoma Research Foundation  and I felt the anger and bitterness begin to fade away.  I want to again thank ALL of my friends and family who supported me.

Vicki and I walked in the 5K this morning…I’m still not in any shape to run or jog.  It was a somewhat pleasant early morning by Memphis weather standards, so we survived.  I still had to endure seeing that woman from a year ago and felt the resentment welling up inside of me.  But I soon let it go…I have to…it’s just not worth it.

Because I’m truly not alone…and I will never be.

The one teammate who truly matters.



Thank you.

The Blues Ain’t Nothing But a Good Man Feelin’ Bad

July 2016 – Health Update  My latest doctor’s appointment and CT scan went better than expected.  My tumors remain “stable” and there are no new growths to report.  In addition, the two spots that were ablated continue to heal normally and show no signs of malignancy.
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Since my health has stabilized, I decided to begin to volunteer my time.  One of the places that I volunteer is the Blues Hall of Fame in downtown’s South Main Arts district.  The Hall is part of The Blues Foundation: an international non-profit organization dedicated to preserving blues music and it heritage, along with promoting contemporary blues artists and encouraging new generations of blues musicians and fans.

My volunteer job is to be a docent for the museum that encompasses the Hall of Fame.  It’s a great gig!  I get to meet people from all over the world and talk about blues music and music history.  I’m not necessarily a blues aficionado, but I love all types of music and the history of American music- especially music that came from Memphis and the Mississippi Delta.

As a high school friend told me on Facebook after I mentioned working at the Blues Hall, “the blues ain’t nothing but a good man feelin’ bad.”  That quote is attributed to Leon Redbone, but it also shows up in song lyrics and even song titles.  So, like a lot of early blues history, there is some legend and mystery around the quote’s origin.  In fact, two sources I found state the quote this way – the blues ain’t nothing but a good man feeling bad, thinking about the woman he once was with.

Little Milton Campbell hanging out in front of
the Blues Hall of Fame.

I always like this quote about blues music by Willie Dixon, “The blues is the roots, the rest is the fruits.”  So very true.  Folk music, field hollerin’, and ‘call and response’ in black churches all became the basis for blues music.  And the blues became the roots for country music, soul music, and, of course, rock and roll.

As always, thanks for listening.  If you have the chance, stop by the Blues Hall of Fame.  I’ll give you a personal tour.

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We Have Met the Enemy and They Are Us!

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Summer 2016 – As we all know, most of this year will be taken up with the presidential election campaign, and, as we have seen thus far, this campaign season is anything but typical.  Here we are in mid-summer and there have been enough headaches and head-scratchers to last for three or four presidential elections.  Right now, everyone is worn out…tired…maybe even exhausted – and it’s not even close to Labor Day!

The anger and vitriol of the American voters has seeped into every corner of our lives.  You can’t have an online conversation without someone getting ticked off because you criticized one of the candidates.  You can’t have a face-to-face conversation either without it somehow morphing into “What do you think about the election?”  You can’t even sit around your dinner table and enjoy a family meal without the conversation gravitating towards the pros and cons of the candidates or their parties.

And that’s putting it politely!  Most of the time these interactions immediately become “Trump’s a jerk,” or “Hillary’s a liar” positions that will not ever change under any circumstances.  So, we yell at one another – mostly through the Internet (sometimes, in person) – and never truly discuss why we’re so angry and frustrated.  We never try to address why one group feels the way they do.  And we’re certainly not respectful of other folks’ opinions or their right to express them.

It’s not just one side versus another…not one party out-of-touch…or one candidate being a bully.  It’s all of them and more importantly – ALL OF US!  And that includes me.  This is going to be a very long four months and a very, very long four years – regardless of who wins.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen people so mad.  It’s actually scary.  Throw in police shootings, the Orlando nightclub massacre, and Black Lives Matter demonstrations, and you’ve got truly treacherous times in America.

Yet, this is OUR country.  Our AMERICA…our home.  We should treat each other like we treat visitors to our own home. Courtesy…empathy…respect…understanding…helpfulness – these are things we would do (should do) when we have guests in our home.

I’m reminded of the famous comic strip “Pogo” by Walt Kelly. Kelly created a piece specifically for the first Earth Day back in 1970.  “We have met the enemy and he is us” is a takeoff on a famous quote from Navy Commodore Oliver Perry, who said after defeating the British in a naval battle during the War of 1812, “We have met the enemy and they are ours.”

Like the cliche – He is his own worst enemy – we need to remember that we all share this great big country that we call home.  And we’ll eventually destroy this home if we don’t learn to temper our anger and realize that what makes America great is that everyone has a voice.

I think it’s only fitting that we remind ourselves that our biggest demons come from inside our own hearts and it takes true strength to keep those demons from tearing us apart.