It's Thursday, and my iphone is "frozen" in an "I-Tunes" lock. Tried to load pictures from my phone to my desktop (for eventual entry into this blog) on Tuesday, and am still locked up. Will have to resort to stopping in i-phone store for assistance.
Played two days of tennis, two sets and one set and am playing again today. My partner has to do a lot of coverage as I'm limited in my ambulatory repotiore. I was most pleased with returning most balls hit to me, the exact percentage will forever remain a secret.
So enjoy my brothers and their wives. They are a loving lot, and we all laugh at the journey, past and present.
Going to sign up for the new study today at the Huntsman Cancer Center (my "Rat" action for the day).
Daughter Darcie, and family are visiting on the 27th of June. Am eager to see them all again.
Tag going in for surgery tomorrow, so we'll be at hospital. Mitch will keep you all posted. We're expecting good things for the little guy.
Alex invited me to participate in the Star Power Conference Opening at the July Conference. It's the first SP Conf. for Alex and his team and they are preparing a great one. Couldn't be more excited for them as well as for the opportunity to express some thoughts for the attendees. May even throw in a few humerous stories appropriate for the message.
Make it a great day.
Howard
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Good News - Challenging News
This will be short and to the point. First off, GN=Good News; CN=Challenging News. GN: For my beautiful daughter and handsome son, they no longer have to post my blog.....Mitch taught me how to do it and this is my first entry.....all by myself.....a thechy whiz at 70......yet to master the photo parts which are next.....however here I is.
GN: Went to doctor for Chemo cocktail #8, and was informed they are stopping my chemo (Docetaxel). That means my hair will begin growing back, legs will decline in edema, nose will stop bleeding, legs will gain strength, fatigue will reside elsewhere, and I'll be able to possibly play better golf!
[reason: The reason I was on chemo was to contain the spreading of my cancer. Prior to treatment, I had two lesions on hips and one on rib, and neither of those expanded or grew (GN)]
CN: They found a new lesion on my lung, so now I'm the proud owner of Lung Cancer. That, combined with my Prostate and Bone cancer give me a three leaf clover! All I need now is testicular Cancer and I'd have a four leaf clover!
GN: Am beginning on a new treatment-study (Ipilimumbab or a Placebo) with a shot of radiotherapy. This study is for "Subjects with Castration Resistant Prostate Cancer", and that surely qualifies me!
CN: Ipilimumbab sounds like a terrorist drug, but it's designed to get the natural immune system fighting the cancers (all three). If it doesn't show results, and if the side affects (too numerous to mention, however diarrea is mentioned quite often (just thought I'd share that) thus qualifying it for the CN area.
GN: My daughter Darcie, after I explained my new treatment said, "You're like a rat!" We both had a great laugh at that. However, this rat is intending to come out of this new phase better than ever, or contributing to the knowledge and research for the future cure of the big "C".
GN: My spirits are GREAT. My attitude matches. Physically, I feel good, and will be getting stronger now that I'm off the cocktails.
GN: My brothers and wives are gathering this week in SLC for a week of visits, games, cards, and tons of laughter. It is always a treat to be with them (five brothers still alive and wives like Babs - wonderful). I'm even going to try tennis today (better wear knee pads). Will have some photos of Bros and wives on next blog....and that's a promise.
That's it. Some change. Welcome continued prayers and good thoughts. They work.
Love to all,
Howard (The Rat)
GN: Went to doctor for Chemo cocktail #8, and was informed they are stopping my chemo (Docetaxel). That means my hair will begin growing back, legs will decline in edema, nose will stop bleeding, legs will gain strength, fatigue will reside elsewhere, and I'll be able to possibly play better golf!
[reason: The reason I was on chemo was to contain the spreading of my cancer. Prior to treatment, I had two lesions on hips and one on rib, and neither of those expanded or grew (GN)]
CN: They found a new lesion on my lung, so now I'm the proud owner of Lung Cancer. That, combined with my Prostate and Bone cancer give me a three leaf clover! All I need now is testicular Cancer and I'd have a four leaf clover!
GN: Am beginning on a new treatment-study (Ipilimumbab or a Placebo) with a shot of radiotherapy. This study is for "Subjects with Castration Resistant Prostate Cancer", and that surely qualifies me!
CN: Ipilimumbab sounds like a terrorist drug, but it's designed to get the natural immune system fighting the cancers (all three). If it doesn't show results, and if the side affects (too numerous to mention, however diarrea is mentioned quite often (just thought I'd share that) thus qualifying it for the CN area.
GN: My daughter Darcie, after I explained my new treatment said, "You're like a rat!" We both had a great laugh at that. However, this rat is intending to come out of this new phase better than ever, or contributing to the knowledge and research for the future cure of the big "C".
GN: My spirits are GREAT. My attitude matches. Physically, I feel good, and will be getting stronger now that I'm off the cocktails.
GN: My brothers and wives are gathering this week in SLC for a week of visits, games, cards, and tons of laughter. It is always a treat to be with them (five brothers still alive and wives like Babs - wonderful). I'm even going to try tennis today (better wear knee pads). Will have some photos of Bros and wives on next blog....and that's a promise.
That's it. Some change. Welcome continued prayers and good thoughts. They work.
Love to all,
Howard (The Rat)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Nothing like good friends
My dad sent the text and photos for this post to me last Tuesday - sorry for the delay.
As you journey through life, you meet so many people, some cast no memory, some remain for the moment then dissipate into space like a quiet flagellation, some stick around like a bad dream that continues to surface in your subconscious, and then there are those wonderful souls whose memories illicit smiles, warm your heart, draw you to them again and again, who fall within that wonderful category we call friends.
As you journey through life, you meet so many people, some cast no memory, some remain for the moment then dissipate into space like a quiet flagellation, some stick around like a bad dream that continues to surface in your subconscious, and then there are those wonderful souls whose memories illicit smiles, warm your heart, draw you to them again and again, who fall within that wonderful category we call friends.
So many friends have written and extended their best wishes, prayers, hopes, encouragement, and humor, and their positive energy has cast a formidable shell around this cancer, keeping it contained and wondering where this force is coming from. I know it comes from love, faith, goodness, hope, gratitude, and a positive energy that emanates from the good souls of all these friends. Prior to my last cocktail (chemo) I had a scan of the bones after taking an infusion of some “nitro” stuff that allows the scanning machine to detect changes within the skeletal framework of the body. The doctor had told me that if it was spreading, they’d take me off the “Year” study I’m on, yet keep me on the chemo treatments. Fortunately, the scan showed no expansion or new spots on the bones! Still have two on the hips, and one on a rib, and they are not expanding or growing. So, all the prayers are working. Chemo is doing some good besides taking all the hair off my body (Babs says my legs are smoother than hers – how she knows we’ll keep to ourselves), making my legs swell, keeping fatigue as a too frequent visitor, and a few other side effects that are not worth lamenting about. All is good. They did detect a spot on my lung and took another c-scan last week and will get the results on that soon. I expect good news.
Coming back to friends, 37 years ago, I sold a home to Bob and Kay Martin in the Pinery in
Yesterday, Bob dropped me off at Rhinelander airport, Babs flew in, and we we’re picked up by our friends, Joe and Debbie Yost. Both are Stars we met through the Star Power network and they are gifted people. The have a beautiful home in WI as well as
Well, that about summarizes my blog today. Got Darcie’s blog the other day, and the rabbit craze has waned with two of the granddaughters, they continue to show brilliance (wrote and performed a 30 minute plus play for their parents and grandparents), explore nature, and learn from their wonderful parents. Also went to another softball practice and my hip has hurt ever since. Will report on that after seeing doctor. It feels like a typical pain in the @%#$. (How some might describe me at times in my life.)
My brother Merrill and wife Kalle are coming to SLC in the next couple of weeks, and they’re such a treat to be around. All my brothers and their wives are getting together and we’re so looking forward to great Brinton stories, old and new, as we always enjoy each other’s company.
Love to all,
Howard
Friday, May 7, 2010
Half Way Home…..
Where to start……been on a roller coaster ride since last chemo cocktail, some 2 weeks ago. Have you ever put off something only to have it get larger and larger in your mind to the point of annoyance? That’s what this blog entry has been. Didn’t feel like writing after treatment and the longer I avoided writing, the BIGGER it became. So, here I am in full penance, tackling it and feeling like an anvil is being lifted off my shoulders.
Cocktail: They gave me two doses of stuff at the last one and maybe that’s what got to me. First was dose of Zometa, which is supposed to keep bones strong. Get it every three months, no matter the weather or season, and the first time I got shot it made me very ill with chills that aren’t associated with a joy ride. Then they gave me my normal chemo stuff next and the combo kept me feeling pretty weak for longer than the normal (7 days after). That, combined with taking a much stronger diuretic to lower the size of my legs, which are pretty big to begin with (all the muscle from years of athletic prowess plus an ample dose of inherited size from the Brinton genes), may have been what zapped me.
Legs: The size DID finally go down and I lost about 25 pounds in three days. I’ll not be writing any testimonials for the diuretic as a competition for Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers as it played havoc with some of the chemicals in my body. Things like potassium and others that I can only vaguely recall from my high school chemistry classes, from which I received a low C-. I’ll never take for granted the beauty of being able see blood vessels and tendons sticking out from my ankles again. They look so much better now. They are still a fraction of their prior selves in strength, but they take me up and down stairs, around golf courses, and they have been able to hold me up for at least two steps before the collapse, as I chase after a softball grounder.
Softball: Still engaged in practices. Two weeks ago, after a practice, the coach said, “Okay guys (all over 70, so fortunately he speaks loudly), tomorrow is our first game.” My excitement rose as he walked down the line of players, all taking off their chin guards, elastic bandages, tape, ankle and knee braces, handing out the schedule on a bright yellow paper. He handed one to the player on my right, skipped me, and handed one to the player on my left, and continued on. I didn’t make the first cut! I’ve always been one of the first chosen in pick-up games….and now, I didn’t even get a schedule!
Cocktail: They gave me two doses of stuff at the last one and maybe that’s what got to me. First was dose of Zometa, which is supposed to keep bones strong. Get it every three months, no matter the weather or season, and the first time I got shot it made me very ill with chills that aren’t associated with a joy ride. Then they gave me my normal chemo stuff next and the combo kept me feeling pretty weak for longer than the normal (7 days after). That, combined with taking a much stronger diuretic to lower the size of my legs, which are pretty big to begin with (all the muscle from years of athletic prowess plus an ample dose of inherited size from the Brinton genes), may have been what zapped me.
Legs: The size DID finally go down and I lost about 25 pounds in three days. I’ll not be writing any testimonials for the diuretic as a competition for Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers as it played havoc with some of the chemicals in my body. Things like potassium and others that I can only vaguely recall from my high school chemistry classes, from which I received a low C-. I’ll never take for granted the beauty of being able see blood vessels and tendons sticking out from my ankles again. They look so much better now. They are still a fraction of their prior selves in strength, but they take me up and down stairs, around golf courses, and they have been able to hold me up for at least two steps before the collapse, as I chase after a softball grounder.
Softball: Still engaged in practices. Two weeks ago, after a practice, the coach said, “Okay guys (all over 70, so fortunately he speaks loudly), tomorrow is our first game.” My excitement rose as he walked down the line of players, all taking off their chin guards, elastic bandages, tape, ankle and knee braces, handing out the schedule on a bright yellow paper. He handed one to the player on my right, skipped me, and handed one to the player on my left, and continued on. I didn’t make the first cut! I’ve always been one of the first chosen in pick-up games….and now, I didn’t even get a schedule!
I felt just like I did in the 10th grade when we’d clamor to the bulletin board to see if we’d made the cut for the basketball team, only to find our name missing from the fortunate few. Will be attending practices and will hopefully be asked to engage in a full blown game before season ends. Did purchase some batting gloves and chin guards myself, and their stacked neatly next to my gear, awaiting the call. Possibly need a new jock strap, unfortunately smaller in size, since taking anti-tetesterone medicine.
Interview: On last blog, I mentioned that I’d done a two hour interview with Alex Charfen and didn’t know what he intended to do with it. He’s packaged and is selling it through the company (Star Power) and I hope many purchase it. After all, it is me! Here's a video of some of the interview: Howard Interview
Tag: My grandson Tag is going in for surgery on June 11 to have the head tumor removed. He’s looking good, is healthy as a horse, cute as a bug, and this will be a relief for all concerned. Keep your thoughts and prayers directed in his behalf. We’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day with his mom, her mom, and of course Babs. Hope all you Mothers have a day to remember…..you’re a special group. My mother was a saint, and I feel her presence with me always. She shaped my personality, formed my values, and she never put off a blog entry!
Interview: On last blog, I mentioned that I’d done a two hour interview with Alex Charfen and didn’t know what he intended to do with it. He’s packaged and is selling it through the company (Star Power) and I hope many purchase it. After all, it is me! Here's a video of some of the interview: Howard Interview
Tag: My grandson Tag is going in for surgery on June 11 to have the head tumor removed. He’s looking good, is healthy as a horse, cute as a bug, and this will be a relief for all concerned. Keep your thoughts and prayers directed in his behalf. We’ll be celebrating Mother’s Day with his mom, her mom, and of course Babs. Hope all you Mothers have a day to remember…..you’re a special group. My mother was a saint, and I feel her presence with me always. She shaped my personality, formed my values, and she never put off a blog entry!
A groggy Tag after getting a recent MRI. Love the shirt!
Golf Outing: 39 years ago, as a young sales manager, I hired a bunch of guys to sell land at a development in Colorado (it’s what took me to Colorado in the first place). Some of us were convinced we still had a few strands of elastic in our jock straps, so we created a softball team to play in a recreational league. From that group, there are 8 of us that have stayed in contact and are great friends, and we’ve taken golf outings twice each year for the last 10-15 years.
I have been anointed the “Golf God” of the group, setting out the format, handicaps, and rules over the years, and playing “God” has been a most enjoyable role. Last Fall, I had to leave the event early as I was being negatively affected by the radiation treatments. I didn’t feel like throwing up while one of my opponents was putting was that detrimental to their score, but when it happened while I was putting, I could see how it could dampen one’s accuracy, so I departed.
1st fairway, off deck of house
Back of house we stayed in...30 yards from first tee
We didn’t know if I’d be back for this years events, but I planned on it just the same. Well, last weekend, I journeyed to Houston for our outing and it went well. The guys were very helpful in lifting bags, cooking, cleaning, etc. and I was able to drive to most shots. While I didn’t score too well, the beauty of being out in the open, on a course, with friends, was invigorating, and I gained strength each day. Twas a great time. One of the fellows, we call him “Dots” because he’s always asking for more dots on his scorecard (strokes), gave me a hat with a pony tail (see photo below) which reminded me of happy times golfing with Chip Neuman, Steve Westmark, and Cathy Russell in Pebble Beach years ago.
Chip came with all the hats with hair. Some guy came up to me in Houston at the course and said, “I saw that pony tail and thought it was legitimate until I got close and figured after looking at you, it should have some grey in it.” I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, however it is still eluding me.
Family: One of the reasons for moving to SLC, was to be around family, and Saturday evening was a typical family event. My niece’s son Will (this is when you realize your getting on in years) was called to a Mormon Mission, and many in the family gathered to first, guess where he’s serve, eat, and then watch him open his letter to receive where he’d be going. I picked South Africa, and only missed it by a Continent, as Argentina is where he will be serving for the next two years. He’s a good looking 6’3” young man, just turned 19, and is very excited to launch on this journey.
Family: One of the reasons for moving to SLC, was to be around family, and Saturday evening was a typical family event. My niece’s son Will (this is when you realize your getting on in years) was called to a Mormon Mission, and many in the family gathered to first, guess where he’s serve, eat, and then watch him open his letter to receive where he’d be going. I picked South Africa, and only missed it by a Continent, as Argentina is where he will be serving for the next two years. He’s a good looking 6’3” young man, just turned 19, and is very excited to launch on this journey.
Will in the light blue shirt next to his dad
As you can see, there were many young people there to celebrate with him and to wish him well. My brother Merrill served a mission to Argentina years ago. I asked Will, “Habla Espanol?”. He replied, “Yes, Spanish.” I think he’ll do well, however, “Si” would have made me feel more confident in his early success. His long term success is not in question.
Surgery: Remember all those vacations to sunny spots, laying around the pool, lathering yourself in sun tan lotion, rolling from side to side so your body could tan evenly, and sipping a cool drink? We looked so good. Well when you turn 70, those rays we absorbed early on in life seem to show up on one’s skin. I believe I mentioned going to a dermatologist and he burned off many skin cancers off my face and hands, well one didn’t seem to respond so he took a biopsy, and found it needed to be removed surgically. Tuesday was that day and you can see how I looked coming out of the doctor’s office (photo with bandaid), and how long the scar is with my pony tail hat (photo).
Surgery: Remember all those vacations to sunny spots, laying around the pool, lathering yourself in sun tan lotion, rolling from side to side so your body could tan evenly, and sipping a cool drink? We looked so good. Well when you turn 70, those rays we absorbed early on in life seem to show up on one’s skin. I believe I mentioned going to a dermatologist and he burned off many skin cancers off my face and hands, well one didn’t seem to respond so he took a biopsy, and found it needed to be removed surgically. Tuesday was that day and you can see how I looked coming out of the doctor’s office (photo with bandaid), and how long the scar is with my pony tail hat (photo).
Right after surgery when Babs picked me up
Ponytail hat and lovely scar.
There are always good things about whatever happens in life, so I’m going to have less wrinkles on my left side, my jaw will be straighter, or I will create a story to accompany the scar that will elevate me as a hero in other’s eyes! It looks like I came out on the short end of a knife attack, but you should see the other guys (took more than one to inflict such abuse).
Bandaid at home with my boulder dome
Idea: My friend Bruce Mulhearn mentioned to me about an exercise he did that had a great impact on his life: Namely, identify and list the 10 turning points in one’s life. Haven’t done it yet, but this cancer stuff is surely one of mine, and I’m looking forward to identifying the others. Starting Star Power was surely one of them as it introduced me to so many wonderful people.
Prissy? What do you do when your spouse calls you “Prissy?” Babs mentioned that lots of times, couples help each other clean the wax out of their ears. Candidly, that’s not something I signed up for when the preacher said, “….for better or for worse…” but she obviously does. She called me “Prissy”! Fortunately, my wax is so thick, I couldn’t hear her clearly and thought she asked, “Is she?” I responded, “Is she what?”
Love to you all,
Howard
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Cocktail #5
Hey all.....ever had "Edema"? Well for some reason, well beyond my medical understanding, between Chemo cocktail Four and Five I gained 25 lbs. of water, all in the lower half of my body. My legs now match my stomach! My playing weight would be 245 lbs. just about right for a middle line backer or power back, possibly a tight end. However my speed in the 40 may have to be calculated on a sun dial. I went to the doctor and got some diuretic (it's supposed to absorb the water), and after two days I already notice the difference. I've got to be down to 240 already! I'm looking forward to the shrinking.
I worked out with Babs this morning and tired quickly, but it was a good re-entry into the exercise circle. I missed three workouts with "Huge Leg Syndrome". Babs has been concerned about gaining weight (I'm talking 2-5 lbs). She always, as a measure or test, tries on pants that, I swear, she wore in high school, complains she's gaining weight, and immediately cuts down on food intake. I told her everybody would think she's losing weight as long as she stands next to me. She smiled and still ate like a sparrow.
I had a C-scan and bone scan along with chest X-ray. Results were, I think, positive. I have a difficult time understanding our doctor, a brilliant and warm fellow, with a strong accent from India. On the last test three spots were detected. They are still there, and there may be a new one on the lung. The spots haven't expanded, and the two on the hips have calcified, which seems better than a hole and weaker bone. So I'll be going in for another series of scans in couple of months, after two or three more chemo cocktails, and will monitor the results and any changes. They think the one on my lung may just be a shadow, whatever that is. I'm continuing with same treatments. Also, love the warm blankets they provide when getting an infusion. Feels so good.
Got new glasses and it's so nice to see again.
Got a call from a past real estate acquaintance, Darlene Dipo, who owns a small office of agents in Draper, Utah, our new home town. In the past, Darlene had provided me transportation when speaking in SLC, and had taken CRS classes from me. She invited me to speak to her group of 10 agents. Last week I went to her office, sat in a very comfortable chair, with all in a circle, and we just chatted about business, success, dialogues, life, and it was a delight. Darlene has a very unique office, an old home, that sits right on the Draper parade route for holidays. Also, they are across the road from an open symphony, so they have many private parties for clients.....and speakers and spouses. Babs and I are looking forward to that this summer.
I visited Austin, TX, and Alex and his whole team. They've now got 40 employees and they are all young (young being easily defined as anyone younger than ones self..but I'm talking really young). I would say the average age would be mid twenties. All are college grads, excited about the company Alex is building, and enjoying their journey. Alex interviewed me in front of the company, we did it live and on film, for about 2 hours. We'd planned on only an hour, and time just flew by. He has a very good talent for interviewing, and it was fun to be an interviewee versus the interviewer. I don't know what he's going to do with the videos and I'll keep you posted. Also I was able to assist in providing input to their magazine, as well as this summer's Conference. It was a very worthwhile trip, felt pretty strong, however after the flight is when "Edema" set in.....and big time. I had some wonderful conversations with Alex and Cadey, his wife and partner, and what an outstanding couple they are. So much life experience, such a clear vision of where they want to go, and the energy and drive to get there. I'll be going back more frequently.
My brother Ralph and his wife Bonnie, you've heard me mention them before, have an incredible family. Two of their daughters, Jennie and Sara, caught the entrepreneurial spirit and creativity of their parents. They've owned, separately, different businesses, mostly in the crafts area, designing and producing some wonderful and beautiful products. They spearheaded (at least I assumed so because they were the only ones handling the money) a trade show with a number of other crafts people and we attended, buying some very colorful hair pins for the grand-girls and two beautiful earrings for Tennie (who recently turned 10 and went to the piercing place, no, not went, RAN to the piercing place). We hope she enjoys them. It's nice to see family members excel. Jennie and Sara are such wonderful mothers and examples to their families. Nice job Ralph and Bonnie.
I had a much anticipated visit last weekend from our dear friend Marcella Dykes and her son Steve. I've talked of Marcella and Steve often. Marcella has done my hair ever since I tried to have it dyed (from turning too gray) by another professional and it turned RED! I mean the old man red, not Lucille Ball red. And I remember sitting in Marcella's chair and she said, "Well, what can I do for you?" While my mind did wander for a split second, I said, "Cut it to the gray!" And she's cared for me ever since. She's navigated through two divorces, been a single mom for 9 years, has happily found and married her soul mate and provided another son to their mix.
Steve is the young man I began the "I'm the Best" five times every time I see him (from age 2 on - now nearly 10) and I put $5.00 into his college fund. Well it's automatic with him now, and he wrote me a note: Steve Dykes...I'm the Best X 10!
They drove 12 hours arriving Friday evening and we stayed up until 2:30AM reconnecting. Being the energetic soul she is, she attacked the back patio (we haven't done anything since moving in November 15th) with Steve, and they cleaned it up like a whistle! I mean, how often do you find friends who, on their short vacation, help you clean? It really helped us settle in and was so considerate of them both. They worked hard. I did my part in cooking for all during the three days, and it was a laid back visit with people you don't have to say anything to. They were very comfortable to be with and we had a great time.
Yesterday was Easter, and we were especially excited because our little "Tagmeister", the "Tag Man" or just plain "Tag", was coming back into town. Mitch and Joann journeyed to St. George, Utah, for a visit with Grandma Brinton, Mitch's mom, Julie. She really enjoys the grandchildren and is especially good with them. So we haven't had any Tag Time to speak of for ten days. When we were living in Colorado it was acceptable to keep contact through pictures, web, etc. However, with Tag within touching distance, we really look forward to seeing the little guy.
Tag's tumor has receded some, and I believe they'll be facing surgery within the next little while. Mitch and Joann are dealing with that question now and our thoughts and prayers are with them. We joined Joann's family for Easter dinner and it was so good to see Tag - Joann and Mitch. Joann has a great family that always makes us feel so welcome. Joannn comes from solid and wonderful stock (my old cattle metaphors are coming back). And Mitch's sire isn't bad either!
My friend Orly Steinberg is having double mastectomy today, think good thoughts for her. She's a wonderful lady.
Love to all,
Howard
I worked out with Babs this morning and tired quickly, but it was a good re-entry into the exercise circle. I missed three workouts with "Huge Leg Syndrome". Babs has been concerned about gaining weight (I'm talking 2-5 lbs). She always, as a measure or test, tries on pants that, I swear, she wore in high school, complains she's gaining weight, and immediately cuts down on food intake. I told her everybody would think she's losing weight as long as she stands next to me. She smiled and still ate like a sparrow.
I had a C-scan and bone scan along with chest X-ray. Results were, I think, positive. I have a difficult time understanding our doctor, a brilliant and warm fellow, with a strong accent from India. On the last test three spots were detected. They are still there, and there may be a new one on the lung. The spots haven't expanded, and the two on the hips have calcified, which seems better than a hole and weaker bone. So I'll be going in for another series of scans in couple of months, after two or three more chemo cocktails, and will monitor the results and any changes. They think the one on my lung may just be a shadow, whatever that is. I'm continuing with same treatments. Also, love the warm blankets they provide when getting an infusion. Feels so good.
Got new glasses and it's so nice to see again.
Got a call from a past real estate acquaintance, Darlene Dipo, who owns a small office of agents in Draper, Utah, our new home town. In the past, Darlene had provided me transportation when speaking in SLC, and had taken CRS classes from me. She invited me to speak to her group of 10 agents. Last week I went to her office, sat in a very comfortable chair, with all in a circle, and we just chatted about business, success, dialogues, life, and it was a delight. Darlene has a very unique office, an old home, that sits right on the Draper parade route for holidays. Also, they are across the road from an open symphony, so they have many private parties for clients.....and speakers and spouses. Babs and I are looking forward to that this summer.
I visited Austin, TX, and Alex and his whole team. They've now got 40 employees and they are all young (young being easily defined as anyone younger than ones self..but I'm talking really young). I would say the average age would be mid twenties. All are college grads, excited about the company Alex is building, and enjoying their journey. Alex interviewed me in front of the company, we did it live and on film, for about 2 hours. We'd planned on only an hour, and time just flew by. He has a very good talent for interviewing, and it was fun to be an interviewee versus the interviewer. I don't know what he's going to do with the videos and I'll keep you posted. Also I was able to assist in providing input to their magazine, as well as this summer's Conference. It was a very worthwhile trip, felt pretty strong, however after the flight is when "Edema" set in.....and big time. I had some wonderful conversations with Alex and Cadey, his wife and partner, and what an outstanding couple they are. So much life experience, such a clear vision of where they want to go, and the energy and drive to get there. I'll be going back more frequently.
My brother Ralph and his wife Bonnie, you've heard me mention them before, have an incredible family. Two of their daughters, Jennie and Sara, caught the entrepreneurial spirit and creativity of their parents. They've owned, separately, different businesses, mostly in the crafts area, designing and producing some wonderful and beautiful products. They spearheaded (at least I assumed so because they were the only ones handling the money) a trade show with a number of other crafts people and we attended, buying some very colorful hair pins for the grand-girls and two beautiful earrings for Tennie (who recently turned 10 and went to the piercing place, no, not went, RAN to the piercing place). We hope she enjoys them. It's nice to see family members excel. Jennie and Sara are such wonderful mothers and examples to their families. Nice job Ralph and Bonnie.
I had a much anticipated visit last weekend from our dear friend Marcella Dykes and her son Steve. I've talked of Marcella and Steve often. Marcella has done my hair ever since I tried to have it dyed (from turning too gray) by another professional and it turned RED! I mean the old man red, not Lucille Ball red. And I remember sitting in Marcella's chair and she said, "Well, what can I do for you?" While my mind did wander for a split second, I said, "Cut it to the gray!" And she's cared for me ever since. She's navigated through two divorces, been a single mom for 9 years, has happily found and married her soul mate and provided another son to their mix.
Steve is the young man I began the "I'm the Best" five times every time I see him (from age 2 on - now nearly 10) and I put $5.00 into his college fund. Well it's automatic with him now, and he wrote me a note: Steve Dykes...I'm the Best X 10!
They drove 12 hours arriving Friday evening and we stayed up until 2:30AM reconnecting. Being the energetic soul she is, she attacked the back patio (we haven't done anything since moving in November 15th) with Steve, and they cleaned it up like a whistle! I mean, how often do you find friends who, on their short vacation, help you clean? It really helped us settle in and was so considerate of them both. They worked hard. I did my part in cooking for all during the three days, and it was a laid back visit with people you don't have to say anything to. They were very comfortable to be with and we had a great time.
Yesterday was Easter, and we were especially excited because our little "Tagmeister", the "Tag Man" or just plain "Tag", was coming back into town. Mitch and Joann journeyed to St. George, Utah, for a visit with Grandma Brinton, Mitch's mom, Julie. She really enjoys the grandchildren and is especially good with them. So we haven't had any Tag Time to speak of for ten days. When we were living in Colorado it was acceptable to keep contact through pictures, web, etc. However, with Tag within touching distance, we really look forward to seeing the little guy.
A few photos Mitch brought home from St. George
Tag's tumor has receded some, and I believe they'll be facing surgery within the next little while. Mitch and Joann are dealing with that question now and our thoughts and prayers are with them. We joined Joann's family for Easter dinner and it was so good to see Tag - Joann and Mitch. Joann has a great family that always makes us feel so welcome. Joannn comes from solid and wonderful stock (my old cattle metaphors are coming back). And Mitch's sire isn't bad either!
My friend Orly Steinberg is having double mastectomy today, think good thoughts for her. She's a wonderful lady.
Love to all,
Howard
Monday, March 15, 2010
70, and Getting Better
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When I woke up today, first at 4:30 AM, to the head waggle and soft bark of our chocolate lab Charlie, saying, "We need to go outside, open the door please, and let us out, and wait until we're ready to return," along with it being much darker due to daylight savings time (and thanks to the many who sent reminders, one thing less to have to remember), I was at the beautiful age of 70!
It's like a level higher than the 60's, giving me a sensation I haven't enjoyed since moving into the teens. Wanted to wait until today to enter this Blog. Have had a great 16 days. Before recounting, I want to express my gratitude for all the best wishes and Happy Birthdays from so many special people. It makes a 70 year old feel like he's 20, well er, 40 again. Thanks for the love, prayers, wishes, encouragement, humor, support, and connections. Each is a positive force that Babs and I draw from daily.
Had my 4th out of 12 Chemo cocktail Thursday, March, 11. Don't know if it was the hair piece I wore in to last treatment (see photo below) but for the last hour, I was their only drippee.
They may bring me in late so as not to influence too many people, just don't know. Haven't told them I only attempt to influence for the good. The nurse gave me some liquid, telling me in no uncertain terms, I'm dehydrated. Didn't feel so. Felt quite good as a matter of fact, however she said, "You don't have any other place to go do you?" And I didn't. So while plugging in the "hydrate" (clear, looks similar to chemo cocktail), she informed me to begin drinking more water, and to flavor it with lemons, or oranges, or a seedless cucumber? I tried all three, drank more water, liked the lemon best, and have sure peed a lot more!
But, let me go back sixteen days ago, I flew to Orlando to the RE/MAX International Convention. Checked into the Marriott and one of the first people I ran into was Gail Henderson, a Star from Scottsdale, and a wonderful lady. She was the first to see my real life "Boulder dome". She said, "Bald men turn her on." and if I'd known that, I'd have shaved my head years ago! We had a good laugh.
Dave and Gail Liniger, Founders of RE/MAX, were going to acknowledge my works (for their agents and franchise) in the Opening Session. In walking to their suite for a welcoming event for their own people, owners, and guests, I walked without any head cover, and found I could pretty much walk incognito and only if I stood in front of them, often offering my name as a reminder to some, did they recognize the bald me. One exception to that was Dave Liniger. He honored me with his warmth and attention.
Sunday, I had the opportunity to golf in the Convention Tournament, and was teamed up with the CEO of Children's Miracle Network, and a Broker Owner and Top Agent from New Hampshire. It felt so good to get out, smell the grass, swing the clubs, sink a putt, even to shank a shot or two. I told myself that I was going to simply enjoy the experience.....and did.
The foursome was delightful, and better golfers than me so we did pretty well. With the connection, I may be doing some volunteer work for CMN in the future. The funniest moment was, before the Shotgun Start, I was walking up the stairs to the golf shop and ran into a friend from Colorado Springs, Joe Clement, who looked up and said, "Hell, I thought you were dead!" He did follow, with words to the effect, that he was glad his prior thoughts were in error. I used this experience in my remarks in the Opening, self deprication is always quite effective, allowing the audience to "lighten up" a bit and enjoy the experience that RE/MAX wanted to create.
Sunday afternoon, Bill Barrett, a friend of many years and a connoisseur of food and beverage, picked me up and we had a great lunch, with one of the finest plates of Mussels I've ever enjoyed. It was great to catch up on his life.
Sunday, evening, our dear friend, Nina Cottrell (who was there representing her network) and I played gin and caught up. She seldom loses, but the vibes were with me (golf, air, food, smiles) and I won handily, lowering my ongoing deficit owed her from prior games.
The Opening for their Convention was really strong. Dave was their closing Keynote, talking on "What Motivates the Motivator," and at the beginning of his presentation, he showed a video that RE/MAX had prepared that was very heartwarming. It really touched me that they put this much work into this and I told the audience, in jest mind you, that this is a great eulogy for my funeral. Didn't get the laughter I wanted but some people were, I think, a bit taken back because Dave mentioned my fight with cancer, then I walked on with no hair and threw the "eulogy" comment on them. Things got better and Dave interviewed me allowing to me "Thank" all the agents, RE/MAX, Dave and Gail, and their whole organization, for the opportunity to work with them over the years, and left them with a couple of examples of living with the "Attitude of Gratitude," meaning: No matter what the situation, however challenging or disheartening, there is always something to be grateful for.
I've seen it with my son Mitch and his wife Joann with their son Tag, who was born with a tumor on his head. Here's a recent video Mitch created celebrating the unique spirit baby Tag has: < Click Here To View Video >
What a blessing. And I'm living it with me. The original Book, Attitude with Gratitude was given me by Star and friend, Orly Steinberg, who's undergoing a couple of mastectomies, discovered after she gave me the book. She's an incredible example of seeing the humor and bright side of any situation. She's a gift to all who know her.
Monday afternoon and Tuesday Morning, I was able to get in 9 holes each day with my good friend and Star, Patrick Strucuzzi. For those who don't know Patrick, he enjoys talking more than me. I know for some, that's hard to believe, but trust me, Patrick can chatter. We even had to implement a word that I could call out that would get him to stop talking. The word he chose was, "Tiger"....no resemblance in any manner.
Had a great dinner with Alex Charfin and his team, (they purchased the Star Power name and programs) a focused and most enjoyable group, at one of those Japanese steak house places. I flinched at least twice from the feints by the chef at our station. Am traveling to Austin next week to spend time with the new Star Power Team, and very much looking forward to it. They are a very young, energetic and talented group. My energy will be climbing.
Had Eggs Benedict twice! Didn't have to be anywhere except where I wanted to be. Did two hours of booth, saw many smiling faces, got lots of hugs, (one of my nectars) and witnessed a deja vu with Alex. When I first did a booth at NAR, I shared one with Bill Barrett, at his encouragement. A lady came by and told me she "Never" buys anything at these things, walked three steps away and purchased Bill's product. To some, that might be an example of "rejection", and I felt my share of that. I also recogized I needed to get better on answering objections, create better product, get better known, and do my own booth. All good things.
Well, at the SP booth at RE/MAX, when it gets hectic, people sometimes stand and wait until you get through talking with someone else (some don't wait), then move forward to visit. A couple of times, I turned, thinking these people I'm looking in the face and walking toward me wanted to extend their best wishes, and regards. Instead, they walked right past me to see Alex (Alex looked like Bill a couple of times to me). Alex and I had a good grin over what I deemed a nice passing of the torch. He's the face, and a handsome one at that. Great feeling. Great time.
Upon arriving home, went to the BYU-Utah basketball game with three high-school friends, front row, near mid court. The cheerleaders looked like 8th graders. The players looked like junior high school players. I'm getting new glasses this week, buying one and getting one for free. Of course the one I buy, I'm sure, will cover the costs of the "Free" pair. Lost my sun glasses about two months ago, I've given them long enough to show up, and to my chagrin, they've refused. Sat on my other "Supposedly Flexible" ones, and broke off and twisted one side. Hasn't been same since. I must admit, those were some awfully cute "8th" graders!
Saturday, did a full day of cooking. Did two dinners and vegetables for Babs for the week, invited Mitch, Joann and Tag along with my brother Reid and his bride, Vicki. We all love to play 6 handed Rook, so planned a dinner and games for Saturday night. Bill Barrett gave me a Pork recipe that took all day long and was tremendous. Did some roasted potatoes, Schlata Salad (Brinton Cook Book), broccoli with pine nuts, and this unbelievable pork loin. Evening was a great success and most enjoyable. Joann was elated to be the consistent winner in a family who prides themselves as good card players. She played well. Tag, my grandson, is growing and his personality evolves daily. Haven't been around kids this young for a long time. Very much look forward to each visit.
Darcie's kids came to visit more than once or twice a year only in the last year, since they returned from France. They are such fun to watch grow up, to become young women, to become full-blooded rabbit owners (Star, Perfect and Milkshake), and to experience "Grandpahood" much more frequently.
This evening I even got a "Kids written" Happy Birthday serenade from Tennie, Adele and Ceci. The lyrics of their song were:
Music to my ears. It's such a pleasure to feel the union of love that Geoff and Darcie have for each other, their common faith, their communication and respect, and their belief in family. Babs and I are again, the beneficiaries of all this.....
On Wednesday last week, for my pending birthday, Mitch had arranged to take me to a Brian Regan Concert, at a beautiful complex where they hold the Utah Symphony. Had never heard of the guy, Mitch googled him, and I watched segments and thought, "Wow, this guy is funny!" And I love to laugh. Front rows again, the frequency of good things just goes on and on, and this guy is a "Must See" comedian. Brilliant. My cheeks were sore when it was over, and Mitch and I continued to remind each other of the evening's humorous stories all the way home. Mitch stayed over, I fixed him breakfast and sent him on his first appointment of the day, Thursday, my chemo cocktail day.
The chemo went off pretty well, and on one of the three questionnaires I fill out each visit as part of a study I'm in, was the question, "How fulfilled are you in your life?" The range was from "Not fulfilled" to "Fully Fulfilled", or some five stage grading system, and I marked "Moderately Fulfilled". When Babs, who I believe was looking over my answers, asked me why I'd marked "moderate", I told her I wasn't involved in tennis or outdoor activities (golf is coming) as much as I would like. Well, be careful for what you wish for, ever hear of that? Great example coming up.
Normally, for about 7 days after the chemo, I've historically felt the most impact of the side effects. On Friday morning, one day after, at 9;00 am, my brother Ralph calls (Ralph is two years older, plays softball year round on a Seniors team across the United States. They are good). I'd asked him to let me know when they hold a practice as I'd like to join them and see if I can "still catch a ball". Throwing also comes in there, however, "catching" is more oft times used when talking "Jock." He invited me to join him and a group of guys at 11:00 am. I accepted with relish, and my energy level went up 40% and it was unbelievable. I went out back, found my two mitts, my spikes, had fortunately kept some workout tights, slapped on some sweats, a layered top to offset the cold (temp. in the mid-40's). Not too cold for old jocks that enjoy the game.
When it came time to throw a few to "warm-ups", one pairs off with another player, and you proceed to play catch and throw until such time as the arm feels like it's ready to go into battle. The first ball was thrown to me, I deftly caught it, and my throw to the fellow, around 73, went 15-20 feet over his head into the backstop. The balance of the practice went downhill from there. Arm fully extended on throws to first base and the ball lands 15-30 feet, in front of you, or the intended target, which ever is closer! Thought I'd really show off my style by relaying a double play ball by catching it bare handed, and while completing the play with a short-hop throw to first, I later found I'd bruised the bone in my middle finger (as it was the first thing to hit the ball). My legs failed to keep up with my upper body (my lower extremities could not match the blazing speed of my upper torso nor my mind's accompanying athletic mental intentions) as I'd still go after a ball, like I'd done thousands of times over the past 70 years, 55 of them playing, thinking I could make the play.....only to find myself in a forward roll on the ground or in the field. My hat rim was covered with mud, on both sides. After two hours, taking infield, hitting practice - two turns (lots of grounders), and misjudging balls in the outfield, the practice came to a halt. One fellow said as I departed, "You're a ball player, you can tell." I attempted to walk as straight as I could to my car, as the pain began setting in...
When I got home, I was energized. Hurting, but energized. Babs and I had a great visit, one of those really good ones where you listen and hear what the other one is saying, and they to you. We noticed the better mental and physical energy around team sports, visited about "Well Being" and how this moved me nearer the "Fully Satisfied" level. We agreed to work out together for an hour a day/four days a week, and committed to a lower intake breakfast, soup for lunch, then a dinner.
The medical team encouraged me to "beef" up, eat more, go off skim milk to heavier level. I've even extended that to ice cream, in the interest of "beefing" up. Well, at last weigh-in, I'd beefed up to my highest level ever, so the campaign is on, and Babs and I've worked out twice in last three days. I not only lost power in my lower extremities and hip area from radiation and taking non testosterone meds (lowers strength), I've not done much except walk to rebuild strength. That increased strength will allow me to stay upright more often when playing softball this summer, which I intend to do. The pain in my legs from softball and working out is finally subsiding, and is just below bringing a tear to my eyes! "I've got it!"
So you can see, it's been a fun couple of weeks. I'm 70 now, just found out my granddaughter, at 10, is getting her ears pierced today, and is bubbling with excitement. Isn't it great when things raise your level of energy. Mine's pretty good right now, and I look forward to it's continuation. Hope you all are Super fantastic!
Love you all......
Howard
When I woke up today, first at 4:30 AM, to the head waggle and soft bark of our chocolate lab Charlie, saying, "We need to go outside, open the door please, and let us out, and wait until we're ready to return," along with it being much darker due to daylight savings time (and thanks to the many who sent reminders, one thing less to have to remember), I was at the beautiful age of 70!
It's like a level higher than the 60's, giving me a sensation I haven't enjoyed since moving into the teens. Wanted to wait until today to enter this Blog. Have had a great 16 days. Before recounting, I want to express my gratitude for all the best wishes and Happy Birthdays from so many special people. It makes a 70 year old feel like he's 20, well er, 40 again. Thanks for the love, prayers, wishes, encouragement, humor, support, and connections. Each is a positive force that Babs and I draw from daily.
Had my 4th out of 12 Chemo cocktail Thursday, March, 11. Don't know if it was the hair piece I wore in to last treatment (see photo below) but for the last hour, I was their only drippee.
They may bring me in late so as not to influence too many people, just don't know. Haven't told them I only attempt to influence for the good. The nurse gave me some liquid, telling me in no uncertain terms, I'm dehydrated. Didn't feel so. Felt quite good as a matter of fact, however she said, "You don't have any other place to go do you?" And I didn't. So while plugging in the "hydrate" (clear, looks similar to chemo cocktail), she informed me to begin drinking more water, and to flavor it with lemons, or oranges, or a seedless cucumber? I tried all three, drank more water, liked the lemon best, and have sure peed a lot more!
But, let me go back sixteen days ago, I flew to Orlando to the RE/MAX International Convention. Checked into the Marriott and one of the first people I ran into was Gail Henderson, a Star from Scottsdale, and a wonderful lady. She was the first to see my real life "Boulder dome". She said, "Bald men turn her on." and if I'd known that, I'd have shaved my head years ago! We had a good laugh.
Dave and Gail Liniger, Founders of RE/MAX, were going to acknowledge my works (for their agents and franchise) in the Opening Session. In walking to their suite for a welcoming event for their own people, owners, and guests, I walked without any head cover, and found I could pretty much walk incognito and only if I stood in front of them, often offering my name as a reminder to some, did they recognize the bald me. One exception to that was Dave Liniger. He honored me with his warmth and attention.
Sunday, I had the opportunity to golf in the Convention Tournament, and was teamed up with the CEO of Children's Miracle Network, and a Broker Owner and Top Agent from New Hampshire. It felt so good to get out, smell the grass, swing the clubs, sink a putt, even to shank a shot or two. I told myself that I was going to simply enjoy the experience.....and did.
The foursome was delightful, and better golfers than me so we did pretty well. With the connection, I may be doing some volunteer work for CMN in the future. The funniest moment was, before the Shotgun Start, I was walking up the stairs to the golf shop and ran into a friend from Colorado Springs, Joe Clement, who looked up and said, "Hell, I thought you were dead!" He did follow, with words to the effect, that he was glad his prior thoughts were in error. I used this experience in my remarks in the Opening, self deprication is always quite effective, allowing the audience to "lighten up" a bit and enjoy the experience that RE/MAX wanted to create.
Sunday afternoon, Bill Barrett, a friend of many years and a connoisseur of food and beverage, picked me up and we had a great lunch, with one of the finest plates of Mussels I've ever enjoyed. It was great to catch up on his life.
Sunday, evening, our dear friend, Nina Cottrell (who was there representing her network) and I played gin and caught up. She seldom loses, but the vibes were with me (golf, air, food, smiles) and I won handily, lowering my ongoing deficit owed her from prior games.
The Opening for their Convention was really strong. Dave was their closing Keynote, talking on "What Motivates the Motivator," and at the beginning of his presentation, he showed a video that RE/MAX had prepared that was very heartwarming. It really touched me that they put this much work into this and I told the audience, in jest mind you, that this is a great eulogy for my funeral. Didn't get the laughter I wanted but some people were, I think, a bit taken back because Dave mentioned my fight with cancer, then I walked on with no hair and threw the "eulogy" comment on them. Things got better and Dave interviewed me allowing to me "Thank" all the agents, RE/MAX, Dave and Gail, and their whole organization, for the opportunity to work with them over the years, and left them with a couple of examples of living with the "Attitude of Gratitude," meaning: No matter what the situation, however challenging or disheartening, there is always something to be grateful for.
I've seen it with my son Mitch and his wife Joann with their son Tag, who was born with a tumor on his head. Here's a recent video Mitch created celebrating the unique spirit baby Tag has: < Click Here To View Video >
What a blessing. And I'm living it with me. The original Book, Attitude with Gratitude was given me by Star and friend, Orly Steinberg, who's undergoing a couple of mastectomies, discovered after she gave me the book. She's an incredible example of seeing the humor and bright side of any situation. She's a gift to all who know her.
Monday afternoon and Tuesday Morning, I was able to get in 9 holes each day with my good friend and Star, Patrick Strucuzzi. For those who don't know Patrick, he enjoys talking more than me. I know for some, that's hard to believe, but trust me, Patrick can chatter. We even had to implement a word that I could call out that would get him to stop talking. The word he chose was, "Tiger"....no resemblance in any manner.
Had a great dinner with Alex Charfin and his team, (they purchased the Star Power name and programs) a focused and most enjoyable group, at one of those Japanese steak house places. I flinched at least twice from the feints by the chef at our station. Am traveling to Austin next week to spend time with the new Star Power Team, and very much looking forward to it. They are a very young, energetic and talented group. My energy will be climbing.
Had Eggs Benedict twice! Didn't have to be anywhere except where I wanted to be. Did two hours of booth, saw many smiling faces, got lots of hugs, (one of my nectars) and witnessed a deja vu with Alex. When I first did a booth at NAR, I shared one with Bill Barrett, at his encouragement. A lady came by and told me she "Never" buys anything at these things, walked three steps away and purchased Bill's product. To some, that might be an example of "rejection", and I felt my share of that. I also recogized I needed to get better on answering objections, create better product, get better known, and do my own booth. All good things.
Well, at the SP booth at RE/MAX, when it gets hectic, people sometimes stand and wait until you get through talking with someone else (some don't wait), then move forward to visit. A couple of times, I turned, thinking these people I'm looking in the face and walking toward me wanted to extend their best wishes, and regards. Instead, they walked right past me to see Alex (Alex looked like Bill a couple of times to me). Alex and I had a good grin over what I deemed a nice passing of the torch. He's the face, and a handsome one at that. Great feeling. Great time.
Upon arriving home, went to the BYU-Utah basketball game with three high-school friends, front row, near mid court. The cheerleaders looked like 8th graders. The players looked like junior high school players. I'm getting new glasses this week, buying one and getting one for free. Of course the one I buy, I'm sure, will cover the costs of the "Free" pair. Lost my sun glasses about two months ago, I've given them long enough to show up, and to my chagrin, they've refused. Sat on my other "Supposedly Flexible" ones, and broke off and twisted one side. Hasn't been same since. I must admit, those were some awfully cute "8th" graders!
Saturday, did a full day of cooking. Did two dinners and vegetables for Babs for the week, invited Mitch, Joann and Tag along with my brother Reid and his bride, Vicki. We all love to play 6 handed Rook, so planned a dinner and games for Saturday night. Bill Barrett gave me a Pork recipe that took all day long and was tremendous. Did some roasted potatoes, Schlata Salad (Brinton Cook Book), broccoli with pine nuts, and this unbelievable pork loin. Evening was a great success and most enjoyable. Joann was elated to be the consistent winner in a family who prides themselves as good card players. She played well. Tag, my grandson, is growing and his personality evolves daily. Haven't been around kids this young for a long time. Very much look forward to each visit.
Darcie's kids came to visit more than once or twice a year only in the last year, since they returned from France. They are such fun to watch grow up, to become young women, to become full-blooded rabbit owners (Star, Perfect and Milkshake), and to experience "Grandpahood" much more frequently.
This evening I even got a "Kids written" Happy Birthday serenade from Tennie, Adele and Ceci. The lyrics of their song were:
Happy Birthday to you,
You probably feel like poo,
Good thing you don't smell like it,
Or we wouldn't sit by you.
On Wednesday last week, for my pending birthday, Mitch had arranged to take me to a Brian Regan Concert, at a beautiful complex where they hold the Utah Symphony. Had never heard of the guy, Mitch googled him, and I watched segments and thought, "Wow, this guy is funny!" And I love to laugh. Front rows again, the frequency of good things just goes on and on, and this guy is a "Must See" comedian. Brilliant. My cheeks were sore when it was over, and Mitch and I continued to remind each other of the evening's humorous stories all the way home. Mitch stayed over, I fixed him breakfast and sent him on his first appointment of the day, Thursday, my chemo cocktail day.
The chemo went off pretty well, and on one of the three questionnaires I fill out each visit as part of a study I'm in, was the question, "How fulfilled are you in your life?" The range was from "Not fulfilled" to "Fully Fulfilled", or some five stage grading system, and I marked "Moderately Fulfilled". When Babs, who I believe was looking over my answers, asked me why I'd marked "moderate", I told her I wasn't involved in tennis or outdoor activities (golf is coming) as much as I would like. Well, be careful for what you wish for, ever hear of that? Great example coming up.
Normally, for about 7 days after the chemo, I've historically felt the most impact of the side effects. On Friday morning, one day after, at 9;00 am, my brother Ralph calls (Ralph is two years older, plays softball year round on a Seniors team across the United States. They are good). I'd asked him to let me know when they hold a practice as I'd like to join them and see if I can "still catch a ball". Throwing also comes in there, however, "catching" is more oft times used when talking "Jock." He invited me to join him and a group of guys at 11:00 am. I accepted with relish, and my energy level went up 40% and it was unbelievable. I went out back, found my two mitts, my spikes, had fortunately kept some workout tights, slapped on some sweats, a layered top to offset the cold (temp. in the mid-40's). Not too cold for old jocks that enjoy the game.
When it came time to throw a few to "warm-ups", one pairs off with another player, and you proceed to play catch and throw until such time as the arm feels like it's ready to go into battle. The first ball was thrown to me, I deftly caught it, and my throw to the fellow, around 73, went 15-20 feet over his head into the backstop. The balance of the practice went downhill from there. Arm fully extended on throws to first base and the ball lands 15-30 feet, in front of you, or the intended target, which ever is closer! Thought I'd really show off my style by relaying a double play ball by catching it bare handed, and while completing the play with a short-hop throw to first, I later found I'd bruised the bone in my middle finger (as it was the first thing to hit the ball). My legs failed to keep up with my upper body (my lower extremities could not match the blazing speed of my upper torso nor my mind's accompanying athletic mental intentions) as I'd still go after a ball, like I'd done thousands of times over the past 70 years, 55 of them playing, thinking I could make the play.....only to find myself in a forward roll on the ground or in the field. My hat rim was covered with mud, on both sides. After two hours, taking infield, hitting practice - two turns (lots of grounders), and misjudging balls in the outfield, the practice came to a halt. One fellow said as I departed, "You're a ball player, you can tell." I attempted to walk as straight as I could to my car, as the pain began setting in...
When I got home, I was energized. Hurting, but energized. Babs and I had a great visit, one of those really good ones where you listen and hear what the other one is saying, and they to you. We noticed the better mental and physical energy around team sports, visited about "Well Being" and how this moved me nearer the "Fully Satisfied" level. We agreed to work out together for an hour a day/four days a week, and committed to a lower intake breakfast, soup for lunch, then a dinner.
The medical team encouraged me to "beef" up, eat more, go off skim milk to heavier level. I've even extended that to ice cream, in the interest of "beefing" up. Well, at last weigh-in, I'd beefed up to my highest level ever, so the campaign is on, and Babs and I've worked out twice in last three days. I not only lost power in my lower extremities and hip area from radiation and taking non testosterone meds (lowers strength), I've not done much except walk to rebuild strength. That increased strength will allow me to stay upright more often when playing softball this summer, which I intend to do. The pain in my legs from softball and working out is finally subsiding, and is just below bringing a tear to my eyes! "I've got it!"
So you can see, it's been a fun couple of weeks. I'm 70 now, just found out my granddaughter, at 10, is getting her ears pierced today, and is bubbling with excitement. Isn't it great when things raise your level of energy. Mine's pretty good right now, and I look forward to it's continuation. Hope you all are Super fantastic!
Love you all......
Howard
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Cocktail #3
Well I did it. I wore the hat with the hair hanging down to my last cocktail and got a good laugh from the staff. Unfortunately, all the people who were at the last treatments weren't there so the new ones looked at me a little askance. I haven't taken a picture of me in the hat, yet, but will, and will post it next time. This techy stuff is a grinder. The treatment went well and, as in the prior treatments, the 7 days following are an interesting ride. Have a taste in my mouth like I swallowed some rabbit droppings (a memory of my brother Ralph convincing me as a youngster that they were raisins).
I had an opportunity to visit with our niece who just had a beautiful boy a couple of days ago, and her mother was there. She's married to my brother Merrill, who's coming up from California this week, and what a delightful family. We, the Brintons, are having a get-together this Thursday and I'm so looking forward to it. There is not a time we get-together that we don't laugh and love a lot. We've all been blessed with our parents sense of humor and the ability to see humor in just about everything. As an example, Babs asked me the other morning as we were reading the paper, "Will you help me write your obituary?" I told her that was another seven word sentence that one doesn't want to hear, like the doctor saying some months ago, "You better get your affairs in order." We had a good laugh about that. However...I am insisting that she take the first bite out of all the food we eat!
I also went to a dermatologist to look at some skin blemishes on the back of my hand and some sun spots on my face (from sun worshiping in my earlier days around pools, and on the slopes of Utah). After telling me a good joke, he then said to his nurse, "Get me the frozen gun." For those of you who don't know, they zap any superficial skin cancer before they become serious. Well I felt he went a little crazy with the gun. When he was finished, the back of my hands looked like a leper's (I'll not include photos) and my nose was as red as a clown's at Ringling Bros. Upon looking at myself in the mirror on the way home, I had a big grin what with my white bolder dome and red nose. Fortunately these blemishes are short lived.
I'm meeting Bruce and Tomazina Mulhearn in Park City along with Bruce's brother Tim, who's a delightful fellow, tomorrow evening for dinner. So looking forward to it. Family gathering Thursday, and leaving for Orlando this Saturday for RE/MAX Convention, and then I'm golfing in a tournament on Sunday. It's the first time I'll be on golf course in over 7 months. I feel for the partners they've assigned me to, however I'll be grinning the total round. Looking forward to seeing many friends.
Love to ALL,
Howard
I had an opportunity to visit with our niece who just had a beautiful boy a couple of days ago, and her mother was there. She's married to my brother Merrill, who's coming up from California this week, and what a delightful family. We, the Brintons, are having a get-together this Thursday and I'm so looking forward to it. There is not a time we get-together that we don't laugh and love a lot. We've all been blessed with our parents sense of humor and the ability to see humor in just about everything. As an example, Babs asked me the other morning as we were reading the paper, "Will you help me write your obituary?" I told her that was another seven word sentence that one doesn't want to hear, like the doctor saying some months ago, "You better get your affairs in order." We had a good laugh about that. However...I am insisting that she take the first bite out of all the food we eat!
I also went to a dermatologist to look at some skin blemishes on the back of my hand and some sun spots on my face (from sun worshiping in my earlier days around pools, and on the slopes of Utah). After telling me a good joke, he then said to his nurse, "Get me the frozen gun." For those of you who don't know, they zap any superficial skin cancer before they become serious. Well I felt he went a little crazy with the gun. When he was finished, the back of my hands looked like a leper's (I'll not include photos) and my nose was as red as a clown's at Ringling Bros. Upon looking at myself in the mirror on the way home, I had a big grin what with my white bolder dome and red nose. Fortunately these blemishes are short lived.
I'm meeting Bruce and Tomazina Mulhearn in Park City along with Bruce's brother Tim, who's a delightful fellow, tomorrow evening for dinner. So looking forward to it. Family gathering Thursday, and leaving for Orlando this Saturday for RE/MAX Convention, and then I'm golfing in a tournament on Sunday. It's the first time I'll be on golf course in over 7 months. I feel for the partners they've assigned me to, however I'll be grinning the total round. Looking forward to seeing many friends.
Love to ALL,
Howard
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
A full weekend
What a weekend! Friday began with the early arrival of my daughter Darcie and our three beautiful granddaughters (from California
"I can lift as much as you need with my Mom and Dad's help."
"Who's going to pay them, you? Or will I have to?"
"Just a minute,” (whispers) “I will."
"Good I respect that, now, how much are you worth?"
"I don't know."
"Are you worth a dollar?"
"Yes."
"Are you worth $10,000 dollars?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Well all we need to do is find out where you fit in between a dollar and ten thousand dollars and we'll know how to set up a pay scale, so where do you think you'll fit within there?"
"Just a minute,” (whispers) “I'm worth a million dollars, but I don't charge that per hour."
And the conversation went on and on like that until we agreed to agree on a rate before they began work on Friday. Darcie came on the phone and commented about Adele’s perseverance once she sets her mind to doing something. It was a joy to participate in. So when they showed up for breakfast Friday morning (by their admission, Grandpa's breakfasts are one of their favorite things when they visit) we sat down and looked over a job description I had typed up for her and her sisters (Tennie, who's also saving for a bunny, and Ceci, who's saving for an unidentified “furry and cuddly” animal). We went over the jobs and requirements and they all signed it before we began.
Setting the table was the first task before they could eat. Part of the job description began with having a "can do" attitude in all things listed, operating with an "attitude of curiosity" so that if they didn't know how to complete a task they would ask, and operating in a "spirit of teamwork". A bonus was offered if they accomplished all of those three elements plus all the tasks listed. After that, the day was a whirlwind of work and enjoyable moments. After cleaning up the breakfast plates, we went outside to pick up the dog poop. That stretched their "can do" attitude and I shared a wisdom learned from someone, "Do the most difficult thing first in the day and all else is easy and flows after that."
I joined them in emptying the "Poop bucket". Tennie and I wished we had a mask, however the task ended successfully and they were obviously glad to move onto the next job.
Walking the dogs was a task that they loved. Kipper, their little champion, joined our Charlie and Ella and each of the kids took responsibility for a long walk around the beautiful Draper Park
Preparing a potato salad was another task that they jumped into with relish, slicing and dicing until it was complete.
Vacuuming was one of the areas they tackled, working as a team.
The highlight however on the job description was a foot massage for Grandpa and Babs, and Tennie and Adele showed great talent. In fact, for an old physical therapist (me) they showed exceptional talent. I could have stayed in that chair for hours.
Babs made a homemade carrot cake, and we had our own belated birthday party for Adele.
When they visited me last summer, I was determined to introduce them to golf, and my lesson held their attention for about 97 seconds. Realizing I had little knowledge of how to engage them in the game, I included it in their job description: a golf lesson at
Adele showed me pictures, and shared all sorts of personal details, of their year in France. Overall, the day with them was one of my best ever. I can easily see how many of you who've raved about your grandkids over the years came by it so honestly.
Friday was also a banner day for Star Power, the business Babs and I ran for so many years. We received many e-mails from "Stars" (top agents who share their success practices with others...and each other) who were thrilled with the direction Alex Charfen and his team are taking Star Power. We couldn't be more thrilled with Alex and the leadership and talent he brings to so many. We were so fortunate to have him and his wife Cadey come into our lives.
Friday was also a big day for our son Mitch and his wife Joann and their son Tag. Mitch and Joann were sealed in the Mormon Temple in Provo , Utah
Saturday was Adele's baptism into the Mormon faith. We were so proud of her for her choices (baptism is done at age 8) as she takes on the responsibility of her choices in life. What a wonderful experience. Darcie gave a talk, as did Joann. In talking to youngsters, they had props, engaged them with questions and I was so proud of Darcie's kids, as they had every answer on their tongue before the question was asked. I know they must get their brilliance from their mom and dad! Geoff's side of the family was there in abundance (at least 5 of his 8 siblings) and their kids, so cousins were everywhere, as were Grandparents and loved ones. Babs and I enjoyed it so. They even asked me to say a few words, which is somewhat of an oxymoron as they said about a minute or so. I don't even work up a sweat in a minute, but I relied on love and the spirit of the event to let Adele know how proud we were of her and that she has so many loved ones who are there to support and love her throughout her life. The six quiches were part of a brunch afterwards that everyone contributed to. Food and company were great!
Sunday was another family gathering at my brother Ralph and his lovely wife Bonnie's beautiful home. The occasion was the blessing (or christening) of Tag. He was in his element. For a two-month old child, he has personality to burn. There must have been 70 family and friends there to enjoy the experience plus another family pot luck dinner. With this much food, I can hardly wait for my weigh-in this Thursday when I go for my third Chemo cocktail. For the food, Joann's parents made a Texas
Today, Monday, saw Darcie, Geoff and the girls depart for California
Today also brought me great pleasure when RE/MAX International called and they are flying me down to their Annual Convention in Orlando
Well, that's all for now. I’ll be back after Thursday's chemo round. I'm planning on wearing a hat that has long hair hanging out from the side (a gift from Star Chip Neumann years ago) and asking fellow Chemo-ites what their problem is with losing their hair......I've had the opposite reaction!
Love you all......
Friday, January 29, 2010
Chemo treatment #2
Thanks so much for your wonderful responses to the Blog, and yes, I'm very fortunate to have a loving daughter that's talented in ways that continue to fill me with pride and happiness. I finished my second Chemo yesterday along with one of my Zometa treatments. The Zometa is for strengthening the bones which are weakened by taking Lupron, the anti-testerone stuff that's got me looking forward to the AARP Magazine more than the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit issue. I’m every three months on that stuff, and it keeps me VERY save in all female circles. The Chemo went well. I had three people that were there at the last treatment and it was like old home week. We laughed a lot, and they commented about the amount of hair I had on the first treatment. I wore my French beret, and they welcomed me to the "Hat Club". Good people. I am encouraged by the strength I've been feeling. No pain at all which was quite intrusive prior to the radiation last fall. So far, it's been absent and I've had a great appetite, even gaining weight. I’m walking the dogs and extending the length of time, and even breaking out a sweat. Hot flashes have subsided since taking some type of medicine for that. I have the same empathy for women that I discovered when I forgot to put the toilet seat down one evening years ago. At a 3:00 AM urge, I damn near settled in the water as I sat on the porcelain. I have dutifully replaced the toilet seat since. Didn't realize what hot flashes were like but do now, and have a new found respect for what women go through.
A high School buddy called me the other day and suggested we go to a place to hit golf balls. I love golf, as you know, and hadn't had a club in my hands for 5 months, so I agreed immediately. It was at an indoor Junior Golf School where you hit into a net some 15-20 yards away. Half hour for $5.00, unbelievable price. We shared the range with two 5-year-olds, and two 8-year-olds. I am going to take my grand-daughters there for a lesson. I tried to give them a lesson last summer in Colorado, by myself, and it lasted around 4 minutes before they lost interest in the sage wisdom I was attempting to pass on. Back to my visit, I was golfed-out after 25 minutes, but shots were pretty impressive. Ball didn't have much time to hook or slice, so I felt every shot was straight, far, and accurate. Love that place. Am looking forward to next visit and to spring season.
Some things have changed, some remain the same. When I was at it full time, and had a project, presentation, task, negotiation, etc. the next day, my mind was always active in my dreams. I'd go over the presentation, often getting up early and making last minute tweaks. I'd play 18 holes in my mind on the course, and often had many pars and birdies (this didn't really transfer to my game unfortunately, but my mind was always active). The change now is I think of what I'm going to fix Babs and me for food the next day - planning out breakfast, lunch and dinner. The same is that the mind is such a wonderful thing. Had an old college buddy send me an email calling me Jubilation T. Fleabone. That struck a memory of my first year in college where I played a flea in a play and sang a song, "Just blew in from the windy city, the windy city is mighty pretty but they ain't got what we got, no siree. They got stacks up to seven stories but they don't have any morning glories, no they ain't got what we got, no siree." Ah yes the mind is a wonderful thing. I'm blessed to have mine flash back on many pleasant memories of all of you which give me great pleasure and joy. Thanks for them all.
With Love,
Howard
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