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March 13, 2021— It’s been a week…man, it’s been a week. As many of you know, I love blues music, and this week has been one continuous blues song—full of highs and lows, and just about everything in-between. The theme of this post is dedicated to that legendary Mississippi Delta bluesman who made Chicago blues an international sensation: Muddy Waters.
Like Muddy’s iconic song, Rollin’ Stone, this week had me back, back down the road I’m goin’. In other words, every time I moved forward, I seemed to move even farther back.
Monday I received my first Pfizer vaccine dose. I posted on Facebook that the process was fairly quick and well-organized. In fact, Muddy was there to accompany me (see bottom photo). I’m glad to be closer to being fully-vaccinated and, hopefully, safer from the coronavirus.
This week I started a new writing gig for StoryBoard Memphis. I now have a recurring column, currently titled Time Capsules. I’ll focus on personal essays, stories, and observations/commentary. My first column (Time Capsule) was published on Thursday, March 11th.
I’ve written several pieces for StoryBoard, and I’m excited about the opportunity to continue developing and improving my craft. In addition to the new column, I have two short stories that will be published (hopefully sooner than later) in a local mystery writers anthology.
Deja vu all over again—Warning: Yucky picture!
It was a little more than a year ago (see Don’t Believe the Gripe) that I had my ninth melanoma removed. Yes, nine melanomas! The 9th melanoma (in situ) was on my upper right ankle.
It’s not only been a heck of week, it’s been a hell of a year!
Thanks, as always, for listening.
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August 24, 2020 – We lost my Aunt Barbara earlier this month. She died August 4th around one in the morning. According to my family, her cause of death was kidney (renal) failure. Aunt Barbara was in the hospital at the time due to COVID-like symptoms and a possible positive COVID test.
Compounding the sadness over her loss was that she died alone – like so many people right now. That’s heartbreaking, and I feel for all the families whose loved ones have died alone. It’s just not right.
Here’s the link to her current obituary (Barbara Billett Jeffrey). I say current because, right now, everything is subject to change. In addition, I’ll likely update this post in the near future.
Jim Jeffrey, Barbara’s husband, died in December 2013. What I wrote about Uncle Jim back then included my memories of Aunt Barbara. She always took a special interest in her nieces and nephews and doted on our children as well. Here’s an excerpt from what I wrote in 2013:
On Friday, December 20th, my family held a funeral service for my uncle, Jim Jeffrey. Uncle Jim died last Sunday of complications brought on by a host of ailments, primarily the after-effects of chemotherapy and the further onset of Alzheimer’s. Uncle Jim was a unique individual, and the obituary from the funeral home doesn’t due justice to a man who fully embraced the ideal of “following your heart.”
Uncle Jim was married to my dad’s older sister, Barbara. Both were talented musicians who lived for many years in the heart of New York City. Jim fluently spoke several foreign languages, was an accomplished gourmet chef, and a handy-man who could fix or rebuild just about anything – electrical appliances, car engines, refurbed houses. On top of that, he was an opera singer!
There is a lot about my Uncle Jim that I will never know, or certainly won’t remember, but one clear memory of Jim was his singing of Ave Maria at our wedding. Beautiful does not even come close to describing Jim’s performance. Singing at the weddings of nieces and nephews, accompanied, of course, by Aunt Barbara on the organ, became a family tradition that Jim seemed to relish.
We miss Aunt Barbara.
Thanks for listening.
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| Wedding Photo: Jim & Barbara. My dad on the far left. |
July 6, 2020 – I finished the last of my scheduled doctor’s appointment this afternoon – annual physical. Everything was fine according to my internist. I’ve been with this same doctor for perhaps 25 years. He knows as much about my health as I do. After last year’s physical he joked, “You’re the healthiest guy with cancer, who had a heart attack, I’ve ever seen.”
Based on the numbers from this year’s blood tests and urinalysis, I hope that comment remains true.
Appointments, Appointments, Appointments
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| At least it’s clean. |
Because of COVID-19, I waited until June to follow-up with most of my doctors. In the past thirty days, I saw just about everyone: cardiologist, urologist, orthopedist, dermatologist, oncologist (we’ll get to that in a moment), and even the dentist (no cavities!). All of these visits we’re either annual checkups, routine appointments, or quickly scheduled due to an issue that came up. I saw my orthopedist after I over did it with exercise, yard work, and pressure washing the back patio.
Note: The patio’s now clean, but I was in some serious back and muscle pain for about a week.
Metastatic Melanoma
In early June I had my scheduled CT scan and doctor’s appointment at the West Cancer Center. As I mentioned previously (see Status Quo and An Early Christmas Gift), I am now scanned about every six (6) months because my tumors remain stable and (for the most part) unchanged. June’s CT results were pretty much the same. Nothing – in my lungs – has changed.
Now For Something Completely Different
There was, however, something completely unexpected on the scan results. A fairly large mass – about 2 1/2 inches – on or around my right adrenal gland. The adrenal gland sits on top of each kidney. The radiology oncologist called it a heterogeneous mainly low density mass. Basically, it looks like I had some internal bleeding either in or around my adrenal gland.
Between chemotherapy meds, blood thinners (to help keep the stent in my heart working), and everything else I’ve been through, it’s hard to know what caused this mass.
Modern-day Torture Device
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| You never know what’s lurking inside. |
My oncologist scheduled an MRI to get a better look. If you’ve never had an MRI, it’s very strange and a bit nerve-racking. The MRI machine is claustrophobic and loud. And weird…I swear I could feel the magnetic force going through my midsection. Yuck!
Unfortunately, the MRI didn’t provide any new clues as to what’s going on inside me. The concern is that this blood mass may be hiding a cancerous tumor (or, the mass was caused by a cancerous tumor). The size has not changed, and I’m not in any pain.
At the end of July, I’ll have another CT scan to see if anything’s changed. Then, the doctors and I will figure out what the next steps will be.
Possibly another twist in my melanoma journey. More to come…
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March 20, 2020 – After yet another week of self-imposed quarantine at home, I decided to post about our current situation through a series of pictures. I’ll try to keep it light and try to keep out politics and frustration. We all need to smile a little more, right now.
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| Pretty hyacinths during my walk. Of course it’s wet outside. |
Corona Blues…The Early Days
After the initial shock of Bloody Thursday (March 5th), when it seemed the entire sports world shutdown simultaneously, the reality of what was happening around us began to take hold. No more handshaking, learning to socially distance, constantly washing your hands. All those things now seem quaint, or almost normal.
The New Normal
Long lines at Costco – and just about everywhere else. Toilet paper hoarding. Rumors flying faster than Air Force One. Those midday press conferences, or Coronavirus Briefings, which seemed to be held for both informational purposes and as a form of online entertainment.
Here in Memphis, it continues to rain.
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| Emily bought us cupcakes from Muddy’s. Eventually all small businesses had to close. |
Who’ll Stop the Rain
Seriously…will it ever stop raining? Everyone on TV and the internet says go outside, go for a walk, get some fresh air. I’d like to, but it never stops raining. Meanwhile, more events are postponed or cancelled. More states begin to shutdown everyday activities and non-essential services.
And I wonder, still I wonder…who’ll stop the rain!
The Beat Goes On
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| Germantown horses understand social distancing. |
After almost two weeks of a new normal, we settled into somewhat of a routine. It warmed up outside and, occasionally, stopped raining for a few hours during the day. I began walking a little farther each day, getting a chance to revisit places and sights that I hadn’t seen in a while.
Memories of those spots bring a variety of emotions. Some good, some sad. Seems everyone is having a little corona blues.
At the same time, the outside world seemed to be spinning more and more out-of-control. It’s just surreal, as we seem to repeat every days. Schools closing for two weeks and then indefinitely. Universities on hiatus with distance learning to come. More and more cases of COVID reported in the U.S.
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| The obligatory Corona beer picture. |
Final Thoughts
I continue to be on the mend from my latest skin cancer removal (see Don’t Believe the Gripe). It’s frustrating to be at home – like most everyone else – but I’m thankful to have a place to be.
As my friends continue to say, “Weird, weird times.”
Thanks for listening.
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