Gutsy Moves

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Intro: Please note that if there is (or has recently been) a life or death medical crisis within your family / close circle of friends, perhaps, it’d be best not to read any further. As for all others who’ve clicked by, the following account has been culled from my family’s personal History Book; backdated to this very day, 33 years ago…

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My father, having feared the worst, had delayed colon cancer surgery for at least half a decade.

Long sigh…

September 6, 1988 had no sooner arrived than another of his medical issues, congestive heart failure, had worsened; thereby necessitating two ambulance rides, initially, to our local hospital, ultimately, to a much better staffed and equipped, out of town facility.

At that point, whenever his internist had made his rounds, he had tried his very best to coax my dad into making a more gutsy move; the good doctor saying (words to the effect),

“Seeing how your heart situation has been stabilized and you’re already hospitalized, anyway, why not schedule your long overdue operation?”

And so, September 20, 1988 became “The Day”.

However, no sooner had his surgeon begun the procedure, than he had realized the metastasizing tumors had left him little choice but to wave the white flag.

Further complicating matters, my dad had intentionally left blank his pre-surgical paperwork’s advanced directives section, and his resultant, by default, Full Code status meant that were anything to go wrong, his doctors were required to do everything humanly possible to keep their patient alive.

And everything did go wrong! Big Time Wrong! In essence, my father had died on the operating table; with only hospital heroics wresting his lifeless body from the Grim Reaper’s cold clammy clutches.

Within the hour, his surgeon, in no mood to mince his words, informed me that the best, most merciful thing that could’ve possibly happened to my dad, that morning, would’ve been his dying.

Nonetheless, for the next six weeks, my family and I kept on wallowing in our shared, irrational belief that, if given a chance, our family patriarch would overcome his ventilator dependence and rally, sufficiently, to go home.

  • The Good News: My dad, albeit briefly, was able to breathe, anew, on his own.
  • The Bad News: He had emerged from his ordeal in a horrifying state of mind.

His only sounds, which even remotely resembled sentience / human communication were his yawns.

One of his nurses confided that the phalanx of ICU physicians had formulated two possible diagnoses. Either the cancer had metastasized to my dad’s brain or his likely cancerous liver could not even begin to process the dozens of dangerously interacting pharmaceuticals; all of which had rendered him, for lack of a better phrase, stoned out of his mind.

Well, my dad did finally make it back home, but, alas, this was not his Earthly home.

And such an outcome had only been feasible once his exasperated surgeon had prevailed upon us to make one helluva gutsy move. He had encouraged us (my word choice) to see the light; to morph his patient from Full to No Code; to permit my dad to go into the light (as it were).

Truth told, hospital heroics had been the ONE and ONLY reason my father had managed to stay alive; i.e., if being tethered to an ICU bed, wigged out on Rx drugs and ventilator dependent even qualifies as being alive.

What all of this had actually meant was that we, his family, could’ve picked and chosen any day for him to die. And it’s difficult not to consider September 20, 1988, as the day my father had actually died.

My parting wisdom…

What life and death taught me, 33 years ago, today, is no less applicable today.

  • To varying degrees, major surgery is never free of inherent risks.
  • O.R. bound patients must always convey their advanced directives.
  • Full Code is for patients with a good chance for a complete recovery.
  • Full Code for those with poor chances, can lead to a quasi-living Hell!

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If you’re finding life lacking…

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Let’s take a moment to consider, compare and contrast our lots in life…

• What of the pathetic, idiotic, opportunistic online sponsors, who actually believe toenail fungus, tummy flab, testosterone deficits and improperly textured turds trump our far more serious, worldwide woes.

To name but a few, how about the KNOWN, SO FAR, nearly 5 million Covid-19 deaths and how, too damned many of our human family members have been facing down nutritional and educational starvation; grotesque systemic racism; fascism setting up shop within the most unlikely places (e.g., within Trumpian America) and, last but not least, how climate change (quite literally) is burning down our entire planet.

• What of the willful, anything-for-a-buck webmasters, who throw their platform doors wide open to any and all creepy, deep pocketed sponsors who just happen by; all sans any apparent vetting processes, which could better assess the safety / efficacy of those huckstered snake-oil potions; peer review those how-to manuals and run criminal background checks / judge the legality of those “professionals” and their touted “services”.

In other words, just how many of those sponsors are akin to societal Lemmings / Lemons?

And, speaking of that latter “L” word, do check out this time honored, well-known proverb…

“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”

Elbert Green Hubbard (June 19, 1856 – May 7, 1915) [Read More Here]

And, speaking of that lemonade, might any of those sponsors and webmasters be in imminent need of prison orange jumpsuits? This doth smack of a solution to the ever-growing problem, at hand; also calls for the practical application of…

The law of supply and demand!

To say the very least, it’d behoove any animal wranglers and clothiers who may happen by, today, or anytime in the near future, to go the carpe diem route.

So, have my observations served as a mood elevator to anyone in need? If nothing else, I’d hope one or two of you would welcome my working this sector of the WordPress multiverse pro bono.

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8 Line Poem Deconstructs 9/11

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“During the September 11 attacks in 2001, 2,977 people were killed, 19 hijackers committed murder–suicide, and more than 6,000 others were injured. The immediate deaths included 265 on the four planes (including the terrorists), 2,606 in the World Trade Center and in the surrounding area, and 125 at the Pentagon.”

Google Search • Saturday, September 11, 2021

On this 20th Anniversary of 9/11, every one of us needs to take a few moments to pay our respects to the nearly 3,000 innocent victims and their surviving families and friends; imagine the stunned horror of the 246 terrorized airline passengers / flight crews, who wound up earning their “wings”; once the wings of all four commandeered aircraft were no longer of any earthly use to anyone. We must also ensure that all who had dwelt and labored within the vicinity of each ground zero’s toxicity receive, at no cost to them, the best health care available; throughout their remaining time on Earth.

The worst tragedy of all, here, is how American Intel had amply forewarned then prez George W. Bush. As everything had all eventually panned out, he’d been afforded the luxury of five weeks advanced notice, in which time he could’ve done his very best to ground Osama bin Laden’s hijackers. Alas, “very best” rarely, if ever can truthfully describe Dubya’s demeanor.

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Dubya’s silver spoon birthright; was defect inborn!
As a lifelong empty suit, no glad rags could adorn!
Both raw power / prestige, were his form of porn!
Ergo, he flipped off his duties, in the oath he had sworn!

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When august alerts flashed; he dared red lights with scorn!
No anti-hijacking tactics! No plot thwarting thorn!
No alerts to the masses! No loud honking horn!
He gave Bin Laden the green light, on That Tuesday morn!

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Avoiding the Covid Cloud

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  • Be we vaxxed or not…
  • Be it coronavirus classic or any of its uber-contagious/deadly variants…
  • Be it via a cough, sneeze or mere word of mouth…

The upper and lower respiratory systems can billow forth deadly droplets loaded with coronavirus (with alarming efficiency); such hazardous, deadly Covid Clouds floating about long after their creators have left the vicinity. And, if these plumes EITHER envelop someone below the minimum, vaccination age of 12 years OR an immunocompromised person, such victims’ days could easily be numbered.

Speaking of numbers… the 2020 census takers recorded 331,449,281 people dwelling in America. Of that figure, 48 Million are under age 12 and 10 Million others have impaired immune systems. This calcs out at (at least) 58 Million particularly vulnerable folks, who constitute 17.5% of our general population.

Rounding that slightly upward to 20% (for the sake of simplifying calculations), that’d mean, regardless of one’s vaccination status, we are all potential health threats to the nearly 1 outta 5 people we’re supposed to still be socially distancing from. And, we can likely extrapolate this stat; i.e.to guesstimate what may be occurring worldwide.

Speaking of worldwide conditions… let’s call out the global gaggle of problem child, empty-headed Trump imitators, who, just like their mentor, all suck at leadership; so much so, they create leadership vacuums. My gawd, they’re so committed to committing mass murder (via their anti-vaxx mindset and anti-mask mandates) that were they local level, private citizens, by now, the carnage they’ve unleashed would’ve gotten each of them, tried, convicted and lodged within either a lead barred or foam rubber padded cell.

Just where they fit within the abnormal psychology spectrum can prove quite the challenge to nail down. However, to spitball a couple notions, methinks these sickos are EITHER cannibals, who scarf down a Covid cadaver or more, per day OR they’re necrophiliacs, who deem such dead bodies as… uh… shall we say… ahem… their “love interests”?

Whatever the (head) case may be… these non-leaders have utterly abandoned us. As such, it’s incumbent upon us all to think independently; to act promptly, proactively and persistently. There’s absolutely no harm in our doubling down. And even if we wind up erring on the side of caution, WTF would be wrong with that?

Which means we must flat-out defy any Grim Reaper leader, who’s dying to Covid us to death. And for us to hang tough ain’t all that tough.

It all boils down to our NOT being anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers! Re such face coverings, it’s merely a piece of life saving cloth. If you’ve yet to do so, grow up and learn to (literally) live with that, new reality, Fact of Life!

Look, it’s a non-negotiable, moral imperative for us to look out for one another, especially when it concerns these 1 out of 5 vulnerable members of our human family.

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Dissing Discombobulation

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Let’s disclose and discuss; each discouraging day
Our sense of disquiet, disgust, dispirit, dismay

We witness disaster, disease, discontent, disarray
Let’s disassemble, below, ills to dis; blow away

Spot the discordant despots; subjects can’t disobey
The fade from view, disenfranchised; who still have no say

Discrimination, discovered; that distasteful display
Disinformation, unchecked, exacts high price to pay

Dishonesty taints; stains souls in hues; dismal gray
Infrastructure’s disheveled; discolored environs’ ashtray

We must disallow, disavow, now; disown tyrants who bray
Discredit their social ills; discard ‘em; keep ‘em at bay

Both disbelievers / disciples, can dispatch life; forward sway
The former will earnestly hope; the latter will solemnly pray

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Gratuitous Analytics Booster Shot?

Dear Readers,

Seeing how this website hath arrived at death’s door, my options are twofold. Either make my professional exit or explore; i.e., (subject matter-wise) seek, find and, from time to time, take the road less traveled. Worry not, I’ll endeavor to loiter within the realm of PG-13! That duly noted…

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Lips part, oh, so reluctantly; straying south
Breathlessly asking non – verbal questions
Lingering stopovers elicit desired answers;
stimulus for intimate, imminent follow-ups?

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Fired Feelings

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Nightly junkets recur; vivid dreamscapes fly by
Screened interpretations; by the surreal mind’s eye
Such outlandish dilemmas; most truths they’ll defy
Our alarm clock cued Qs: Who – What? Where – When – Why?

Wakeful impressions, imbued with days of yore distance
Flash out of the blue, with clarity; persistence
Showcase random life incidents; most inconsequential
Only our younger selves, would deem them essential

How doth one decipher, such ‘fore the eyes flashes?
All courtesy of our memory caches
We may quickly dismiss the trifling clashes
But, what of bad times, when everything crashes?

Fired feelings then surface; grounds why it’s oft dread:
Our planet’s path, aft, looks lengthy; but, too short ahead
Our once happy homelands, now seethe with unrest
And the contagion persists; that death-dealing pest

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Boxed In / Up

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We wee commoners needn’t think outside the box
Undeniably obvious, the mighty don boxing gloves
Will box us up, tightly, within dank depths of oblivion
That disease rooting to box us all; six feet under

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January 6th

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Authoritarian ideology sucks oxygen from the room
Asphixiating the genetically imprinted communal spirit
Laying waste to authentic, precious, sweet liberty
As well as the ancient hope for better tomorrows

Alas, the condemned body has yet to receive
The uncharitable, gruff, asinine corporate memo
Would be unwise to hold its collective breath
Awaiting the improbable eleventh hour amnesty

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