Thanks to Mason Simpson who carried everything around, pulled me up out of seats and drove for me. The rain was cleared up this day, so we made a trip to NASA Johnson Space Center. It was a great day of fun and learning. Photos include road maps of everywhere we went that day, including my parents house to get them and go out for some Texas BBQ.
I was alive and remember when Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. I remember a major desegregation of schools in McMinnville, by busing students across town to make it happen. I was an outcast and bullied by others, so was really never aware of what was going on around me while at school or how the school population changed. I was too busy trying to be invisible.
I remember the equality and racism movement has increased and decreased several times over my lifetime. I also read from the Bible and other books that it has occurred all throughout thousands of years, with no resolutions. It seems that about every race or group of people have had their turn as being enslaved, shunned, or looked down upon.
As a young teen and a college aged person I thought how easy it would be for everybody to simply love one another. I haven't lost those thoughts and still believe it would be so easy. It must be the hippie in me along with the foundation of Christ's teachings.
And in the same way I've had a plethora of friends all my adult life of various ages, looks, races and beliefs. I see some beautiful people who only run with beautiful people. I see young people who only run with other young folks. I see healthy people who only run with healthy people.
I also see people of all ages who cross those lines. I have friends who have friends of all age groups, healthy and unhealthy, races and all. It's nice to see a young person who loves and befriends an older person, suffering from cancer and unable to get around well.
We were in Houston visiting my parents when remnants of a hurricane hit. I never knew how fast roads in a city can flood and then go away when the rain stops. The road had no water when we left the Galleria, then became worse than even what I recorded here before getting back to the hotel one block away.
Everyone had left work and was on the road to get home. We had to drive back and forth on various roads that were getting so bad. Manholes blowing and damaging cars. We ended up in a parking garage for a couple of hours until the water subsided.
In all my trips to Houston and even living there for some time, I never experienced a flood.
Mason Simpson was a trooper driving through all this.
I'm no longer in the clinical trial. The doctor said the negative side effects outweighed the positive ones. I will be going back to Tennessee Oncology in Murfreesboro to take Stivarga, the final option the doctors know to try on me.
There was some growth of my cancer, though not as much as each scan over the past 9 months. The doctor said it is not worth having a thoracentesis every week, having to be pushed around in a wheelchair and being on a walker just to walk around the house. I've not even been able to walk to my mailbox and am on oxygen. I am swollen from my waist down and cannot wear my shoes anymore. Fissures are developing on me from the rash side effect where clothes meet my body, around my waist and on the bridge of my nose from the cpap mask.
I don't know how the other subjects are doing in the experiment. When I started the doctor said they've been having some good results.
So here we are with my last resort and the doctor saying I have less than a year to live if we can't find something that works. "Quality of life" is the new focus in my treatment. 🔆