Don't Make Them Like This Anymore

Mt. Rainier, nearing Camp Muir at 10,000 ft.

Lynn is 4th climber back.

100 Miler from Mt. Adams to Mt. Hood

Lunch Break Mt. Shuksan

The Glacier Blue- Letter to a Friend

   It's a little heaven......a little hell- trying not to make a crevasse
out of myself.
   Hondoid cavernous reclusive vehicle continues to keep
us safe even on glacial ice, with the ultra sensory nature of it's
droid features and despite its rougher tortion ride.

Now if it'll just get us across the fjord, we'll be in business............ unless Vikings attack. 
The optional top mounted 50 caliber, stingray, armor piercing guns
were only $399.99 with hondoid purchase.  We feel safer with them, and they
come in handy for clearing traffic jams.


A somewhat more complete account of past humanoid events, encounters, and
conversations can be found at   http://www.runnerspace.com/Chaseryote.
 I keep it up to date..........inner meanings can be found in the blog
link, meant for eyes of clever and persistent site searchers only.

  Lynn is home from the hospital after a surgery to correct colon
perforations due to chemo.  She is now off of any chemo indefinitely.
Feeling better except for site pain. It's now a matter of quality vs. quantity.


   The glacial ice still remains cold and some humanoids have shoulders
of the same...........others- regular ice melters.  We continue to be
blessed by people who come out of the woodwork and/or crevasses, from
nowhere, who are in this for the long haul with us, and, who regard
Lynn as more than a "dead woman walking", and the two of us as
 "the death zone".  They come from Bahai, Mormon, Persian, Athiest, and a few
Christian persuasions. 

They know that, left to our own devices, we
will isolate and freeze to death on the mountain........so they pleasantly grace us with phone calls, cards and letters, visits, lawn mowings, house cleanings, meals, flowers, fire wood, counseling and such-
no aebleskevers yet, though.

   Hope all is well with you Harris valley burg buddy,

 Davud of Glacier Way

Reply: Letter from a Friend

  I don't know what you know about Lynn but she has glioblastoma which is fatal in 16-24 months.  So far, after brain surgery and chemo, the hardest part of this has been chemo.

She will have intestinal surgery next week for abscesses caused by Avastin which she is no longer taking, in fact she is altogether off chemo of any kind and won't start again until well after surgery.

She is typical Lynn........loving, thinking of others before herself, trying to help everyone but herself; a servant's servant.  Some are the ones whom she's given the most of herself to.  She is up and around here at home and loves visitors.......feel free to call or come.  

    We've had some wonderful 'angels' who have stepped into our lives out of nowhere, for the long haul, along with some family.

I rage in my heart against those 'close' friends of hers, as well as those in the church, that know her and her predicament, who have not spoken a word to her; knowing that I must forgive them. 

But  I guess that this will be my nemesis for the rest of her life......and mine.

Until then, it is a day by day love that we share for however long we have on this earth.

What a wonderful woman I have.

Thanks Again,  

David

Gathering Storm Clouds

                    Premonitions of a Helpless "Hero" 

    I press the plunger down on the syringe connected to a line in my wife's intestine, sending 10 mls of saline solution flowing back into the cavity.  It's an abscess caused by the cancer chemo drug, avastin.  I have just drawn out 5 mls. of green bacteria filled liquid.........twice a day.  So far, together with the drug, temodar, it has shrunk her incurable glioblastoma for the second time, but now the drug, in and of itself, is threatening her life more immediately than the brain cancer.

   Tumor will not go away, the abscess won't either.  She will need a resect operation on April 11th in order to halt this septic sequence which infects her gut.  3 months with no chemo.....tumor awakening? New tumors forming?  More pain, more infection? Weakness? Where did it all start and where does it all end.

   Into the stormy night I run on, looking for shelter.  Heavy, weary, rain sideways, lightning, dark, ominous, boiling clouds.  "Hey you, boy who are you now?"  Can't help her, can't fix her........ hero?  She called you "her hero"......can't fix her.  "Hey Mr. Hero, where are you now?".........running into the night.  What is the boy without his bride?  Can't see the dragon to slay it, can't find it, can't fix it.  Who can?  Only God now.
Run, hero, conquer the hills, come back to her.......but you can't fix her.

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My Queen of the Hills

      My priorities are changed........I am changed. How life can turn over so quickly.  My beautiful wife has been diagnosed with an incurable brain tumor.  Nothing else matters now except giving her my all in what little time we have together.  Nothing else matters now........it is all meaningless without her, after 41 years together.  God, give me strength to help her through this.  Give me strength to help my kids and their kids.
It would be nice, Lord, if you could just heal her........could you.......please?