Friday, August 26, 2011

My Cousin Charlie


My mama had a cousin named Wanda who had a son by the name of Charles Jr. known as just plain Charlie to us cousins. Now cousin Charlie didn’t fall far from the tree, so-to-speak, and was as colorful, if not more so, than his infamous mom. As scatter brained as Wanda was Charlie was just the male version of his mother. When Charlie was about 17 years old his mother asked him to go to the store to get a loaf of bread. Somewhere on route to the store Charlie decided to keep going. He ended up 200 miles west at the Oklahoma City airport where he sat and watched planes take off and land for two days. On the third day he headed back home but without the bread. The crazy thing about this is his parents were never alarmed because, “Well, that’s just Charlie.”

Charlie is the oldest of 3 kids. He has two younger sisters Judy and Karen. Charlie’s dad was a career Marine who spent most of WWII in a Japanese prison camp. Big Charlie was a tough taskmaster and my dad once said that he wasn’t the only one in the Marine Corp. His whole family was as well. Big Charlie served in WWII, Korea and Viet Nam. Those years of battle and captivity made him tough but he was especially hard on his only son. Little Charlie could never seem to live up to his father’s expectations. And the fact that he marched to a different drummer made it all the more complicated. Neither of them understood the other and there was tension between them their whole lives.

Charlie’s home town had a population of about 10,000 so when he came to Norman to attend the University of Oklahoma, with a student population twice the size of his home town, you would expect it to be quite the culture shock. Not for Charlie. He was oblivious to his surroundings and he had a system of enrolling that I had never seen then or since. As we walked the campus Charlie would point to a building and ask, “What do they teach in there?” After hearing my response he would reply, “Well, I like that building, I think I’ll just take some of that.” And so it went. We had no idea if he would every get a degree but 4 years later he graduated with a degree in physical education. That fact may say more about the academic standards of the University than Charlie’s intelligence.

After Charlie finished school he enlisted in the Marine Corp. following his father’s footsteps and possibly hoping to finally receive his approval. He served one tour of duty and immediately re-enlisted for a second. After two years in Viet Nam we woke up one morning to find Charlie asleep on the floor in my brother’s room. Charlie had tapped on Mike’s window in the middle of the night and crawled through and slept at the foot of Mike’s bed. The next morning the family was surprised when Charlie strolled in the kitchen and sat down at the table for breakfast. Surprised my dad asked, “When did you get home Charlie?”

“Yesterday sir.”

“How are your mom and dad? I’m sure they are happy to have you home.”

“I don’t know how they are, I haven’t been home yet.”

Right then my dad handed Charlie the phone and said, “Son, call your folks and let them know you are safe and then we’re going to put your butt on a bus for home.”

Two years in Viet Nam and the first place he comes to was my brother’s bedroom window. Go figure!

I remember the story Charlie’s mom Wanda would tell about the time the Marine Corp transferred Big Charlie to Hawaii. The entire family went by ship to the island. Charles Jr. and Judy were just 8 and 9 years old at the time but they were so mischievous they had the run of the ship. They had noticed that every evening people would put their shoes outside their cabin doors so the Porter could pick them up to be shined and then returned the next morning. One evening Judy and Charlie decided for some reason to gather all the shoes left out on the ship. I’m not sure what they planned to do with them, perhaps they were going to start their own shoe shine business. By the time Big Charlie discovered what they were doing there was no way to return them to their rightful owners because the kids couldn’t remember what shoes went to what room. After notifying the Captain of the situation a room was set up on board the ship where rows of shoes lined the assembled tables and all passengers missing shoes were invited to come and look for them. Charlie and Judy had to stand sentry by the shoes and apologize to each and every passenger who came by.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Momnesia

One of our local news stations has been talking lately about something called “Momnesia”, a condition that results after giving birth causing a woman to lose her memory. I didn’t even know there was a name for this phenomenon. I thought I simply gave birth to two 6 pound babies and ½ my brain. They say your memory will return about a year after giving birth but I’m here to tell you that it’s been 40 years since I lost half my brain and I’m pretty sure it’s gone for good. The half I have left isn’t the useful half either. It’s not the half that could do fractions or remember phone numbers or why I walked into the kitchen for that matter. They say that when Momnesia is finally over it is replaced with a keener insight better known as intuition. I think that’s just a nice way of saying, “You aren’t crazy, you’re just a mother”. But somehow I managed to work two jobs, raise two kids, keep the lawn mowed and go to school with just ½ a brain. Politicians have been elected with much less. Just imagine what I could have done with my cerebellum intact.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Time to Celebrate!

It's Party Time!  We got Ron's report on his recent PET scan and his oncologist told us that the new spot on his lung that was found 3 months ago is GONE...... There was no change in the other spots, they hadn't grown or changed in any way.  There were some new small spots but she believes they are inflamation.  The kidney site was clear as well.  This was the best report we have received since his diagnosis two years ago.  We were so relieved.  He goes back in November for a CAT scan.  She didn't think he needed another PET scan.  We are doing the happy dance~

Living with Super Man

Last night Ron and I were having dinner when suddenly a piece of meat got stuck in my throat.  When I say stuck, I mean stuck.  Not a sound was coming from my mouth and all I could do was grab my throat and jump straight up and stomped my foot.  Which I did.  Ron thought I saw a bug but quickly realized I was choking.  He grabbed me and started the Heimlich.....after about 3 thrusts....up came the meat!  Hooray...my hero......he saved me from a Cass Elliot fate. But seriously, it scared us both to death!   Make sure you know how to perform the Heimlich Maneuver....it could save someone you love.  

It's also a good idea, especially for seniors, to know CPR.  Because I work in a hospital I am required to be certified every year but you can get training at any local Red Cross center and it can provide a sense of security to know what to do in an emergency.  You can also receive a basic first aide course as well.  Knowledge is power!


Today we get Ron's PET scan results!  We need all the positive vibes we can get. This is the day we dread....I am practically shaking when the doctor enters the room.  I hold my breath, trying to pick up any clue from her facial expression.  I'm afraid not only for Ron and what his reaction to bad news might be but also fear that I won't be strong enough to give him what he needs.  I try so hard to hide my fear.  


This morning Ron said, "I'll be glad when 2:00 gets here."  We then started talking about our expectations.  Reminding ourselves that he is doing well and has had no apparent symptoms of cancer.  We reminded ourselves that the 4 spots found in his lung have not been biopsied so for now cancer has not been confirmed.  I've been so worried about his lung that I forget about the possibility of the cancer returning to its original site.  Would Ron choose to have a 3rd operation to remove it if it comes back?  He said he would.  Last time it came back 6 months after his first surgery.  It has now been 6 months since the second surgery.


All I can do is pray and wait!  He's the love of my life! 

 

Monday, August 22, 2011

Help

Saw the movie, "The Help" this weekend.  Loved it.  I can't say whether I liked the book or the movie the best because for me the tone of each was very different.  The movie was more of a comedy and though the book had humorous parts it had (for me) a more serious under tone.

Ron is having his PET scan this morning and we get the results tomorrow at 2:00 pm.  Do people ever get used to this?  Living 3 months at a time because you can't plan anything further out than that.  Always feeling like the anvel is about to fall on your head and you can only hope that when it does it will get you with one blow and not just take you away piece by piece?  I keep saying positive affirmations every day that everything will be OK.  That we will have years together and that his cancer will be gone.  Thankfully he is feeling good and looks healthy so I have great hope that tomorrow will go well.

My daughter is still struggling to improve.  She's really had a rough time.  I saw her Saturday and did her laundry for her.  Trying to relieve some of her stress.  I just wish I could relieve some of her pain.  She will see her neurosurgeon this week I believe and hopefully he can give her some encouragement that the pain will get better.

I'm asking for good wishes and prayers for tomorrow!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Ring Ring....."Hello, Alexander calling."

I know a lot of seniors are now on Facebook and Twitter but do they utilize it in the same way as the younger folks?  I know that I just lurk about on Facebook reading the posts of others but I seldom post anything myself.  I'm not sure why I have not been attracted to this form of communication but it just doesn't do anything for me. It's obviously not because I have trouble sharing my thoughts....I do that here all the time!  I get on Facebook to see what my daughters are up to since they have all but given up using the phone except for texting which to their frustration, I don't do.  

Texting is a whole other rant....I still don't get it!!!!!  In my mind the invention of the telephone was and still is one of the greatest achievements.  No more Morse Code.......or at least we thought!
  The art of spelling and grammar will be lost forever thanks to texting.

I saw a room full of girls at my friend's house recently.  The girls were all sitting in the den with cell phones in hand and they were busy texting, tweeting, posting, and whatever and not a one of them looked up to interact personally.  It was the weirdest thing I ever saw.  Not a sound in the room, no talking, no giggling girls, it was just weird.  How on earth will these kids know how to have a personal relationship with anyone?   I've heard of parents having to text their kids (while in the same house) in order to get their attention and call them to dinner.    OMG!!!!!!!
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Monday, August 15, 2011

Weekend Updates

The weekend was good but not long enough!  Ron and I met his aunt and cousin for dinner at Charleston's Friday night and that was fun.  Ron doesn't have many relatives left and his Aunt Florine is 80 now but she's very healthy and looks fantastic.  For her birthday her daughter brought her to Okla. City for a spa weekend.  Nice way to spend your 80th birthday......little pampering is good for the soul.

My latest Mike story is we found out he had gotten some kind of aversion to the shower.  Something about the water hurting his eyes or his skin or he couldn't breathe in the water or something to that affect so he had just been "patting his hair with water to remove the pollen".  Sooooo I got into action and Ron and I purchased him a pair of swim goggles and a snorkel and said, "Have at it".  (A sight I can only imagine) Evidently it resolved all his issues (at least for the time being) and he was spiffy and ready for church yesterday!  Now, if he decides he needs swim fins for the shower I'm drawing the line.

My poor daughter is still struggling with her recovery.  She's still having a lot of pain and is scared she will not be recovered enough for the first day of school.  A room full of 5-year olds requires more stamina than she has at the moment.  I'm just hoping things start to level out for her.

My little ole ulcer seems to be responding to the new medication so I'm feeling better.  All in all not a bad weekend!  Hope your's was good too!