Wednesday, December 14, 2016

10-28-14 Mama Goes Away To South Lyon For The Last Time

Mom's back in the hospital (South Lyon in Yerington) at her own request as of 11:00 am yesterday morning. Her pain and nausea were off the charts the previous night, medications weren't cutting it, her appetite was nonexistent, she didn't think she could hold together until her appointment with Alpine Oncology in Reno on Thursday, and I wasn't about to argue with her. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.

10-19-14 Travis' Commentary On The Doctor Assisted Suicide Of Brittany Maynard, About A Month Before It Was Done

What's this world come to? Some doctor says it's hopeless, just go home and eat a bunch of rat poison and die? My mom, who I love very much has cancer all over the place, probably wont make it, but there's still that small chance, so who the hell am I to deny it? And there was a good friend of mine who survived a stage IV brain tumor with only a 10% chance to live. No, it is the will to fight, to live against immeasurable odds that makes the grief, drama, and trauma bearable for both me and mom. Our lives are short enough as it is, why make them shorter based on some doctors "projected probability"? Doctors may be well educated, but a lot of what they school in is not always useful or practical. They are not gods. Even if you are a hard boiled athiest, at least consider the random possibility of good things happening under apparently tragic circumstances. Life is ugly, life is graphic, life is upsetting, life is painful, life is unfair. You walk thru it and get stronger on the other side. Grow up and get over it. If I've pissed off everybody on this thread, good at least I made you think for yourself for half a second, instead of just accepting all this suicide stuff as gospel, just cause "all your friends said so". There are still a lot of unknown variables with cancer, in spite of decades of research, so although there are "ball park" figures with life expectancy, it's still impossible to nail down an exact "death date", so this poor young lady might be cheating herself and her loved ones by a few days. Just something to consider.

10-15-14 Travis After 2 Days Of Caretaking For Mama

Very tired, have some ladies assisting me with obtaining "professional" help and medical supplies more details when I have time to write.

10-15-14 Mama Comes Home From Renown For The Last Time

Mama's home as of midnight, with oxygen.

10-03-14 Pink Cancer Ribbon

I used to think pink was a wimpy, girly, sissy color. But someone once told me real men wear pink. And you know what, I've decided I'm a real man. I wear pink on my page to support my mom in her brave fight.

10-02-14 Pink Cancer Ribbon

I just want to say one thing, and that is if you're inclined to throw money at this problem, throw it at a reputable research organization, not another well-meaning but useless awareness campaign. We need a cure dammit, don't you agree?

09-27-14 No Wheat Is Good Wheat (06-01-2014) (Life Event)

For those who know me, you probably know my mom, who has been my rock, my indispensable, my everything, is battling terminal cancer at Renown in Reno. The three big gifts she leaves me are my sobriety, my higher power, and my gluten free diet. Gluten Free helped me with weight, blood pressure, arthritis, autism, and chronic allergies. It was helping mom too, but she has "other" stuff going on. Anyways, the truth about gluten, or modern day commercial wheat products (the laundry list is endless) is that since 1950 (when mom was born), wheat was genetically modified to increase crop yield tenfold and end world hunger. Unfortunately, two or three generations later, it comes at the expense of everyone's long term health, since people who can't properly digest gluten, have it build up in their bloodstream, which leads to a general sense of feeling sick all the time, as well as feeling "addicted" to the stuff. I explained to a friend that eating massive quantities of gluten when you have the sensitivity, is basically like eating a tire, which I've seen a lot of dumped on the shoulders of Nevada highways. If you're curious, try your local library, there's been a lot of informative books written in the last 10 years or so.

A little bit of my story. Almost five years ago, mother and I lost our home in a conservatorship takeover and we ended up in the mission, I was of course super depressed, and having long before found the world of alcohol and substances wanting, I did what a lot of people do and turned to food for comfort. The mission had lots of extra pizza, breadsticks, cakes, doughnuts, cookies, and pastries. All stuffed with gluten. I was grateful for a place to stay and food to eat, so I didn't question it. I also didn't believe in wasting food which I mostly still don't, gluten being the exception. As a result, I had the "last laugh" on the mission director who instructed the cooks "not to fatten us up too much". I went from 235 to 270 lbs in the two months I was there. I would later find out I was "the butt of the joke".

My weight gain didn't end there though, over the next 2 1/2 to 3 years I was on the antidepressant Celexa, which was pretty darned effective at controlling my depression. In fact I didn't feel much of anything at all. I slept 14-16 hours a day, I developed an addiction to Italian cuisine, mainly pasta and pizza, both made of wheat and loaded with genetically tweaked gluten. When I wasn't eating those, I'd be gorging on various desserts, pastries, french bread, crackers, bagels, muffins, biscuits & gravy (most gravy uses wheat flour as a base, I also can't indulge in my formerly beloved clam chowder for the same reason). If it had gluten, I was eating it with gusto, I was hooked and didn't even know it. More on this later.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016