Meanderings for 10/01/18

Sometimes I  believe that it is amazing how much I have changed over the years.  When I was eighteen I put into my lexicon, not knowing that Mark Twain had done the same, the idea that I once knew the answers to all of earth’s answers, but at my current age of sixty four I did not know the questions anymore.  That still holds true, evenmoreso because I continually learn more information and the questions are not so obvious.  I believed, at eighteen, that the United States had one language, that being English.  I did not pay attention to all of the other languages spoken in the United States.  Just a couple or a few of those were Spanish, French, Greek, Farsi, and the languages my direct ancestors spoke.  I know now that the English part is somewhat picayune.  Hordes of people, some who are immigrants, and some, like those from Puerto Rico (Teddy Roosevelt called it Porto Rico), were United States citizens.  It amazes me how unfavorably we view Hispanic American citizens,  after all, Desi Arnaz, Lucy’s husband, spoke with a marked accent.

Now, over the course of the past few years, I have had cancer.  One of the types I had was nonHodgekins Lymphoma, the type that incapacitated by brother-in-law, Paul Tsongas.  I have also had colon cancer, and skin cancer.   I have undergone an incredible amount of chemotherapy, surgery, and even spraying my skin with liquid nitrogen to remove the skin cancer.  That was the easiest one.  Discussing my health is not a movement to me.  It is just something that I have had.  It probably is not what is going to kill me, I give that to my tendency to use warfarin to maintain control of my body’s general capacity to make fatty deposits in my blood cells, giving rise to pulmonary embolisms, what my EMT son calls « widow-makers. »

I suffered from severe depression and other psychiatric diseases.  I do not belong to any society’s that juxtaposition myself to fit into groups that study my many mental diseases.  So  cannot complain that I am manic-depressive or bipolar.  I cannot complain even about my Parkinsons.  I have it but it is under control.   In the case of the cancer, it is just cancer.  I know about it and lend myself to the people who will extricate it from me, I hope.  In the case of the pulmonary embolisms, I have had five of them, and that is the scariest thing that is currently coursing through me.  You would rather not have it, but it is part of my make up and I have to learn to deal with it.  While you cannot complain, maybe this blog is my way of doing so.  If so, more power to me.

Overall, my life is very good.  A cancer that starts with the prefix « non » as in is not, cannot be good.  But I try to deal with it.  Paul died of its complications over twenty years ago, but not until he had served in the United States Congress, the U.S. Senate, and a run for the Presidency.  Paul missed so much.  He never saw the Red Sox win the World Series, and he never met his grandchildren.  He has three.  He would have loved them.  As part of my life being good, I try not to discuss my illnesses, but I finally wanted to discuss them.  Thus you have this piece of prose.

Anyway, life is unbelievable.  When I think back on my childhood, I cannot believe that I was born in Iowa in a small town, only to be living in a mid-size city now.  I would never have guessed that the U.S. Senate had a small subway connecting the various Senate buildings, or that the Security Guards learned the identity of the newly elected Senators immediately after their election.  But they do.  Or that I could get my brother-in-law to visit Dyersville, Iowa, the home of the « Field of Dreams. »  « Is this heaven? » asks an actor, « No it’s Iowa » states Kevin Costner.  « It seems like heaven. » the actor responds,  It was a neat thing,  getting Paul Tsongas to go to Iowa just to see the Field of Dreams.

So where am I going with this?  Well not far.  I have talked about some of my illnesses but left out the big ones.  That conversation would be boring and between God and I, I think.  I have five different diseases that could have killed my years ago, but I seldomly think of them.  They have no business in me.  I guess I am just meandering, hence the title.  I once had a lethal blood disease but beat it.  It could have easily killed me but for some God-known reason it did not.  After that one my wife told me I have an angel on my shoulder.  That may explain my luck.

I have heart disease with the inevitable « heart attack. »  Another heart disease that was supposed to kill me was cardiomyopathy.  That was supposed to render my heart  useless after five years,  I ignored that one too.  The heart attack was interesting in that my cardiovascular doctors met me in the hospital room and prescribed me an aspirin a day,  But not the 84 miligram one, the 300 plus miligram one.  They felt that one would provide more protection.

Well, I never know where my meanderings are going to place me.  I told more about myself than I ever thought I would.  Sorry for any inconvenience I might have caused.  See you next time.

2 thoughts on “Meanderings for 10/01/18

  1. C R Krieger

    An inspiration of persistence in the face of adversity.
    Hang in there, my co-host.
    Regards  —  Cliff

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