At 44 years old, the age of our kids, he got cancer in his neck and jaw late last year. Hard worker, large family, no insurance. That happens a lot here. No doctors wanted to see him. He couldn’t pay enough. When the Affordable Care Act finally kicked in, he could get insurance even though he already had cancer, and got treatment. The timing wasn’t good though, the cancer had spread too far before he got help and it got him at the end of July leaving his family without its sole breadwinner. Judy and I haven’t been able to make it better for them, but we’ve been doing what we can with groceries and moral support. It’s not about us, it’s about them, and other people have helped as much as they can too, but I have to say how proud I am of how much Judy has been there for them. She has the heart. It is so sad. It has been a tough year. They’re preparing to move back to where family is in South Carolina and face whatever comes next in their lives. We’ll continue to feel for them.
We went to a different dermatologist
The one we’ve been going to here in the Valley is pretty rough. He makes thing hurt more than they need to. This one was better. She actually used numbing cream on the site before she gave me the injection. I appreciated that. Had to get one spot biopsied. We’ll get the result in a week or so. We finally got to watch the Broncos/Seahawks preseason game from last week. I’ll that that as a Superbowl rematch. Yeaa, the Broncos Win! I’ll take even a preseason win after the Hawks played so well and made the Broncos look so bad in last year’s big game. Found a little tree frog hiding in plain sight at Lake Texana.
The reason we need the bus:
Lake Texana for one. Sometimes we make decisions
Sometimes the decisions make us. We decided what should happen with the motorhome. It didn’t, so we went with it. The return from consignment went flawlessly; no hard feelings. We drove south to Texana State Park and stopped for the day in time for lunch. We took our time moving back in with all the stuff we had packed into the minivan. We savored the moment. It feels so good to be back in the bus. The decision made itself and we are thrilled with how it turned out!
A 350 mile drive in the minivan
…to Houston. With a stopover in Corpus Christi. Jon called last night and told us about a Bar-tailed Godwit in Oso Bay. First Texas sighting ever of a Bar-tailed Godwit. Normally it’s an Asian, African, Indian, Australian, and New Zealand kind of bird. It doesn’t belong in Texas at all. We couldn’t pass that up, and found a very cooperative bird at noon, feeding with a group of Marbled Godwits relatively close to the shoreline.
Got him. Then we finished off out trip to Houston with a stop at the Hot Bowl for dinner. Our favorite Houston food.
My evening walk near the hotel was along a busy road paralleled by a train track. I wasn’t surprised by the freight train in the middle of town, or the horn when it blew, until I realized that the train horn wasn’t coming from the train, it was coming from the crossing equipment at the intersection. A horn-silent train, with the noise of a horn blowing at the perfect time for every intersection. How about that? We’re all getting older; some of us faster than others. Poor Annie is having to do it at dog-speed. The rear end isn’t keeping up with the front end so well now. She is still a happy healthy dog, but she’s having trouble getting around. No more jumping. We’re about through being able to do stairs too. We’re all here in Houston together, Judy, me, and the dogs. We’re scheduled to pick up the motorhome tomorrow morning and all start toward home together.
Got him. Then we finished off out trip to Houston with a stop at the Hot Bowl for dinner. Our favorite Houston food. My evening walk near the hotel was along a busy road paralleled by a train track. I wasn’t surprised by the freight train in the middle of town, or the horn when it blew, until I realized that the train horn wasn’t coming from the train, it was coming from the crossing equipment at the intersection. A horn-silent train, with the noise of a horn blowing at the perfect time for every intersection. How about that? We’re all getting older; some of us faster than others. Poor Annie is having to do it at dog-speed. The rear end isn’t keeping up with the front end so well now. She is still a happy healthy dog, but she’s having trouble getting around. No more jumping. We’re about through being able to do stairs too. We’re all here in Houston together, Judy, me, and the dogs. We’re scheduled to pick up the motorhome tomorrow morning and all start toward home together.