Guess who got breakfast in bed.

Technically speaking, am I nothing more than a manservant, or am I a catservant?

Happy Birthday, dear sisters!

Party On!

Heavy moments of thought

Stage 4 lung cancer has dreary survival rates. The average life expectancy is 8 months. I am at four month now since my diagnosis. Only 4% are still alive after 5 years.

With that said, I do have the best kind of stage 4 cancer, and to give survival rates after 5 years, obviously the statistics are dated. New treatments have undoubtedly improved the statistics for me.

But I am at a crossroads. Do I continue working or do I retire? I’ve done the math. I can live for seven years (the same lifestyle I have today) without having to sell my house.  At that point I would have to live off the proceeds of my vast real estate holdings.

But there are variables.

What if Obamacare (the Affordable Care Act) is done in with? I guess I could move down under the Interstate Bridge. It is really pretty down there. There is plenty of fresh water from the Hood River and lots of company.

Harsh memory: sitting on the deck on the Bald Eagle Island. Nick and Bob are trashing the whole idea of the idea of Obamacare; too expensive, too unreliable, too this that and the other thing. I’d be very interested to hear what they think I should do.

I have an appointment with my primary care physician on Monday and my oncologist on Tuesday. I will ask them both if I am eligible for long term disability. I will ask my primary care physician if she is willing to follow the Death With Dignity act, or at least if she will refer me to someone who will. My oncologist works for Providence, and I know that is forbidden for her.

But the next step is up to me. What do I do?

My official first post from my new ipad

And it was suppose to include a picture.

But life is full of disappointments.

And we all move on.

Just a kitchy song from my youth!

There is little about my situation that is advantageous.

I have stage 4 lung cancer. That deserves no respect or any special treatment, per se. But I do feel that medical-type people should be aware and at least notice that I ain’t gonna be here forever. And what seems like a three month wait to you is a large percentage of my remaining life.

Okay, background. I visited with my neurosurgeon today. He wants me to try a caudal injection, which is different that the shots I had in December. He admits it still may not do the trick, but I appreciate the fact that he is avoiding surgery at all cost.

He was aghast when I told him it took three months from seeing him until I had my shots. He mentioned that he had never heard back from the doctors at Columbia Pain Management and had no idea what had been done.

When he took me out to the scheduling desk, the woman was taken aback when I said I would rather drive into Portland that deal with CPM again, she asked me why. When I mentioned the three month period, just was obviously mad. She told me I should have called her, and she promised I would have my caudal shot in less than a month, maybe even in less than two weeks. I think I pissed off the right people.

I always told Richard to play the cancer card. He never did. I am now trying to take my own advice.

Aren't Ice Storms Beautiful!

I risked my life to take this picture. Thankfully, Julie gave me come grippers for my shoes at Christmas. I made it in and out without falling!

36 degrees!

Yee Haw!!!

First time above freezing since my return from California.

A needed touch of warmth. (Okay, not bitter coldness!)

17 degrees

And counting!

2016?

You have got to be kidding. Just last week it was 1999, and we were partying like it was 1999.

We are in some tragic time warp where logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead and the white knight is talking backwards and the red queen’s off with her head. There is no reasonable explanation for this rapid progression of time other than a tear in the continuum causing a rush of protons into our world and accelerating the passing of an entire epoch. I am sure of it. I will stake my scientific reputation on it.

Umm, happy 2016 to everyone. May peace guide your planet.