The Methodology Of Cancer Treatment #5
	Posted by: harold - on Thursday, July 29, 2010 - 05:58 PM Diagnoses Well, well, a diagnosis has been made and treatment plan is almost complete. The Cut doc made another asshole inspection yesterday and determined the mass was too big for his usual operating procedure. He and the Gut Doc and Poison Doc decided they would add another Doc to the procedure, A Radiation Doc, known from now on as Burn Doc. The treatment for the next six weeks will be this: A stint will be put in my chest. A pump will be inserted into this stint with a low dose of chemo. That will continue each week for six week. Radiation therapy each day (or each week day) for the same time. I had a PET Scan today. The worse yet lying on your back for 80 minutes is not my style. At the end I could not breath because of allergies. When you cannot breath nothing else is important but getting the next breathes. I have conclude when the Big C has been diagnosed there are many that see the Big $$$$$$$. Update to clarify: The chemo & radiation will start next week, I think, I will have the stint put in Monday(scheduled) and will see the Burn Doc on Tuesday(scheduled). I assume they will start the next day. They will go on for six weeks. Then after 4 more weeks, they will make a decision for the next turn of events. The radiation is done 2 blocks from where I go to fellowship meetings everyday at noon. No interruption to my daily activities. It takes only five minutes. I will have go to across the river once a week for the pump to be put in the stint. The Poison Doc states I should not have any sides effect to the chemo since it is such a low dose. Yea!! We will see.
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	The Methodology Of Cancer Treatment#4
	Posted by: harold - on Tuesday, July 27, 2010 - 09:47 PM Senior Moments July 27th This morning I got up at this AM, the only thing my unusual schedule was to go give blood for the research program I had volunteered. I note that I had set a time I could not make. I called and moved the scheduled time back one half one-half hour. I went and gave the blood without incident. I was given three pages, both sides, describing the research it was involved. I left and went a bagel place and had breakfast. Half way through breakfast I noted I did not have my envelope that had my $50 check. I looked all over the bagel restaurant for the envelope and had one of the workers helping me. Then I called the young lady that drew my blood and my first words,” Stop payment on check". She you left the check here. Talked to my oncologist fellowship friend about my treatment schedule. He said it would all be scheduled according to their vacation plans or payments on their boat.
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	The Methodology Of Cancer Treatment#3
	Posted by: harold - on Monday, July 26, 2010 - 11:21 PM July 26th Busy day doing nothing. The most exciting was back on the 20th of July A research team want to take my blood to determine if Blood work could determine the same thing as sticking tools your your ass. I got $20 for that little effort. Well today they called again wanting some more blood. This time I am getting $50. So Fran & I are eating out at some fancy place. I called my urologist and Pdoc today and got two calls from the surgeon's staff, I have not seen yet. The urologist and Pdoc called me back. Now this is where I stand: A GP Doc A GI Doc A Cancer Doc A Cutting Doc A Pecker Checker Doc A Pdoc That is six doctors I wonder if I can keep all these folks informed on whom is cutting, who is burning, who is poisoning, while one is trying to keep me out of the happy house and two others wanting to stick their tools up my ass as soon as possible and a general practitioner trying to find how she can get in on the act and send out a few billings. Then there is UHC wishing they could drop me. Ain't nice to get all this attention.
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	The Methodology Of Cancer Treatment#2
	Posted by: harold - on Monday, July 26, 2010 - 07:00 PM July 20th the GI Doc’s staff started setting me up for test and others Docs , Oncologist & surgeon I have had a scan and it confirmed the mass but did not revile much more. On July 23rd I visited the Oncologist He states the Colon cancer is stage 1, 2, or 3. He also thinks the neoplasm has been there a long time. He also ordered a PET scan July 29th one-day dater the vista with surgeon. Yesterday and today I have been dealing with my manic-depressive disorder. This is nothing new. The answer lies here: First I am a fellowship member and will be as long as I can be. The methodology is this. I can Love my fellow member. Pray often: God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change. The Courage to change the things I can. And the Wisdom to know the difference. Practice as Bill Sees It '"When I feeling depressed, I repeat to myself state such as these: "Pain is the touchstone of spiritual progress"……. "Fear no evil"………"This to shall pass"………"This experience can be turned to benefit." These fragment of prayer are far more than mere comfort. They keep me on the track of right acceptance; they break up my compulsive themes of guilt, depression, rebellion, and pride; and sometimes they endow me with the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
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	The Methodology Of Cancer Treatment
	Posted by: harold - on Monday, July 26, 2010 - 01:04 PM Diagnoses The night of May 23rd my BPH problem became worse, with some burning when urinating. I called my GP and got an appointment late the afternoon of the 24th. I went to my noon AA meeting, but left when a Doc at the meeting wanted to drive me home. I thought I was ok so I drove home myself. After being home for about an hour I knew I should not drive. So I got other transportation to the GP. I was not examined nor listened to. They did take a urine sample, but my insurance did not pay enough so they sent it to another lab. I was given a perception for ciprofloxacin for 20 days. I filled perception, took that day as prescribed. I came home and laid down, I went home laid down after I had taken my meds. My temp soared up to 101° later 103°.
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	Centennial Anniversary
	Posted by: harold - on Sunday, April 25, 2010 - 03:52 PM Sept 1910 F. H. Ard moved his family to Hammonsville Sept. 1910. On April of that year F. H.’s wife Nellie had died of childbirth. The child died in July. I am not sure how he was providing a living for his family, but the grief stricken father moved to Hammondville with five children ages 7-18 to work as a tenant framer for his brother-in-law (husband of his dead wife’s sister). They were: Clemmie 18 J. W. near 16 Barnett 13 Auther 9 Mary 7 Note: Click here
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	The Cabin
	Posted by: harold - on Saturday, April 24, 2010 - 06:30 AM Some of this repetion The story and history of this little dwelling tell much about the F. H. Ard family. The little house is located about 200 yards north northeast of the main family home that F. H. and his five children moved to in September of 1910. Of course as I have mentioned before, F. H. was only a tenant farmer (sharecropper some say) at the time he still lived in the main house on the farm. The cabin must have been a tenant’s house. I doubt that it was old enough to be slave quarters.
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	The Ard Family
	Posted by: harold - on Friday, April 23, 2010 - 05:00 AM This is the disease that killed Ara and James Samuel. Aunt Mary told me every pregnant woman died and their child also in Hammonsville. Spanish Flu
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	F.H. and Family Early 1900's
	Posted by: harold - on Thursday, April 22, 2010 - 05:00 AM 5 years into the Hammonsville move J. W. (second child first son) got married, guess what, he moved into a little house on farm. He live there for 3 year having two children. When his wife and youngest child died, he and his oldest child moved back into F.H.’s house. Less than one year later Barnett got married and move into the same house that J.W. had just moved from. Oct. 1921 J. W. married again but no place to go he and his wife move into F. H.’s house. His father-in-law started building him a house of the southeastern part of the farm. They were no longer tenant farmers (explain later). Shortly thereafter Barnett build his home a few hundred yards north of J W, house on the old Hammonsville Road. 1928 Arthur got married again he move into house that J.W & Barnett. In mid 30's Mary,"Little Mary", got married and moved to Illinois, but stayed only one year, then moved back to the house the other three married siblings had lived. Fast forward to 1947 when the last member of the third generation was born. 5 members of the 2nd generation, 4 spouses of 2nd generation, 14 children in the 3rd generation and one(1)spouse 2 children of the fourth generation were living on the the farm that F.H. came to in 1910. Only one (1) descendant was living away from that farm 1947 although it was divide up into four or five parts it was still the same farm. These statements are from my memory as they were relayed to me by others not necessarily family members and very easily challenged. I encouraged all family members to do so. Comment # 1 one member of the family that is not a member of this web page made a comment that I wish to post. J.W. Barnett, and Arthur were very silent on the matter which we are talking. The information we get are from spouses of those and Mary,"Little Mary",. I had very little contact with Clemmie. what I am saying is that Manley, Vivian, Eddie, and Eva may have greater Ard perspective than all of us. Comment # 2 The portion that there was 26 members living on the farm in 1947 was incorrect. At on time all 29 members was ling on the farm
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	More about Uncle Barnett
	Posted by: harold - on Wednesday, April 21, 2010 - 12:05 AM Many will say Uncle Barnett was curious . The whole family yielded to his needs and wants. That may be true, but I am here to say we may not have seen all of Uncle Barnett. While Daddy and Uncle Auther was hard workers, the first to the barn to take care of the daily chores, the first to the field, all of which made them seen and indicated their leadership skills. Uncle Barnett was a blacksmith and loved to work in his shop. He was always there for the family if they needed anything. One of those times I remember. In late August,1949 we were cutting tobacco on daddy's farm. Of course as all will remember we would cut the tobacco in the afternoon and haul in the AM. I was 8 yeas old and I could cut some of the small growth of tobacco. At noon, when it was hot, we would not go back to the field until it became a little cooler. One day at noon Daddy and I went out to Uncle Barnett and Daddy ask him to make me a tobacco knife. As I remember he was very happy to accommodate us. I remember watching him make that old fashion tobacco knife. This is similar, not exact
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	This is mostly about Uncle Barnett
	Posted by: harold - on Tuesday, April 20, 2010 - 12:05 AM Sometime in the late forties Uncle Barnett built a tobacco barn near the old road. Of course all the males in Ard family that could put on his own overalls were there if not in school. One day when nobody was around but J.W. and Uncle Barnett. Uncle Barnett removed his coveralls and showed J.W. some irritating skin malformations. J.W. told Uncle Barnett that he would see a doctor before sundown if he had those. Uncle Barnett said they could not help him (I think he was right). Shortly thereafter Uncle Barnett started going to Louisville for radium treatments. This went on for about one year. I do believe Charles took Uncle Barnett most of the time, but Ralph took him once or twice and some members of Uncle Arthur family may have took him some. I say this because it was a Ard family function when he went and all things were considered.
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	Ard Family
	Posted by: harold - on Monday, April 19, 2010 - 12:05 AM F. H. Ard 1868-1941 F. H. was buried about 5- 6 hours before I was born. All that I say about F. H. has come through at least one or more persons. It is so easy to for us to pick up on someone’s glaring defects of character. While we must take some time to evaluate their attributes. Some of the things I have heard about F. H. was his control of his children especially Clemmie. Another was his altercation with Eligh Cruse and Grace Crouch. These things are easy to spot and make good conversation around a pot bellied stove. From this point on I will look for the bright spots in F. H.’s life. I have heard or remember what I heard very little about F. H. before 1910 when he and his family moved to Hammondsville. On April of that year F. H.’s wife Nellie had died of childbirth. My information on the child is mixed and I will not comment. I am not sure how he was providing a living for his family, but the grief stricken father moved to Hammondville with five children ages 7-18 to work as a tenant framer for his brother-in-law (husband of his dead wife’s sister). Everything I hear from family and others was that F. H. taught his off springs a work ethic that was a conversation piece in Hammondville. That included all. Aunt Clemmie became the matron of the household. Some say that F. H. objected highly to her considering any marital leaning. Aunt Clemmie never married. Some may say that F. H. held onto his children to a fault. I think he did. It was for his own financial, emotional, and social reasons as well as those same reasons for his children.
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	F.H. Ard
	Posted by: harold - on Sunday, April 18, 2010 - 02:05 PM Some things about the F. H. Ard Family My fraternal Grandfather, F. H. Ard, was born in Barren County (1868) and moved to southeastern Hart County after marrying a Hart County girl, Nellie Burd. My grandfather moved to the Hammondville area in the fall of 1910. Sadly, Nellie had died of childbirth in April of that same year. F. H. lived on a farm owned by his brother-in-law. In 1921, F. H., my father, and his brothers purchased that farm. All lived and died there. At the time the Ards moved to Hammondville, the community had one educated individual: Dr. Mark Lively. When a new mailbox was set at the lane to my grandfather Ard’s home, one neighbor saw the name F. H. Ard and went to ask Dr. Mark what A-R-D spelled. Dr. Mark replied quickly, “Not a damn thing.” Years later, I learned its meaning, though while I was in Hartford, CT waiting on a plane that did not arrive. I was shuffled off to a motel to wait for another the next day. One of the passengers was an Irishman who was telling me not to hold his heritage against him. When I told him my ancestors were Irish, he asked my name. I told him, and he was elated. He said, “It was translated as high in old Gaelic”. I understood that to be a greeting, “Hey or HI” but what he meant I am sure was now: high, towering, tall, big, loud, height, high place, fell, incline, district, region, direction, compass point, pole as stated in Kelly’s Dictionary The history of this family is filled with sadness. The most talked to me was an event started in 1915. My father married Ara Gardner. In 1916, they had a daughter, Nellie. In 1918 they had a son; both the mother and son died of the Spanish flu. This illness hit the whole world for about three weeks, killing 20 million people, according to World Book Encyclopedia. About 1929 J.W”s brother, Arthur, was living in the very same house as the above mentioned scene. Arthur and his wife lost an infant son. As I started my search I noted in 1910, “Nellie” F. H.’s wife died of childbirth and the child died 3 months later. Also, F.H. and Nellie lost another infant child in 1906.
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	Working With Others
	Posted by: harold - on Saturday, March 13, 2010 - 10:17 PM Big Book Chapter 7 Page 93 Working with others ........ you had better use everyday language to describe spiritual principles. There is no use arousing any prejudice he may have against certain theological terms and conceptions about which he maybe already confused. A self prescribed Religion just does not work.
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	Weirdharold Experiences
	Posted by: harold - on Tuesday, March 09, 2010 - 12:14 AM May 23, 2004 - 05:08 PM Weekend of May 21-23, 2004 my wife and I attended the Mississippi Area Al-Anon Convention in Hattiesburg MS. Al-Anon is an acronym for Alcoholics Anonymous. It is a spiritual program for friends and relatives of alcoholics. I have heard many stories from many members of this fellowship. These people share their experience, strength, and hope to give evidence of their recovery from the dysfunctional relationships created by living with alcoholics. Behavior sometimes in these relationships often take on bizarre behavior. These acts are considered appropriate (at the time) by the perpetrator as a mean to correct inappropriate behavior of a loved one. They are often known by the victim and he/she also play the game. Told this weekend was a person marked all liquor bottles at the liquid line to see how much his alcoholic wife was drinking, only to come home from work to find all the bottles marked had the liquid line one inch above the marked line. As the cabinet to the liquor was opened a laugh came from the adjoining room. The other I heard was fantasied but never carried out. One lady said she envisioned coming home finding her husband drunk, past out, in his briefs with his hand holding his penis. She would find the super glue and put it on palm of his hand, then put that hand back on his penis. Weirdharold says: The only person more insane than an alcoholic that continues to drink is the person trying to get him to stop.
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	Just a thought from Weirdharold
	Posted by: harold - on Thursday, March 04, 2010 - 07:35 PM As in war, the victor only seemed to win. As quoted from the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous Page 66
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	Weirdharold Thinks
	Posted by: harold - on Monday, March 01, 2010 - 08:31 PM Apperception of time in years is indirectly proportional to one's age.
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	A Little Thought
	Posted by: harold - on Sunday, February 21, 2010 - 04:02 PM A good metaphor for someone trying to control or stop an alcoholic from drinking is the old country boy eating cornbread and molasses. He keeps trying to get just the right amount of each. The only difference with this analogy is the cornbread and molasses are in endless supply, and nobody ever gets full.
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	I Have Been Thinking
	Posted by: harold - on Thursday, February 11, 2010 - 06:00 PM Serious mental illnesses (like manic depressive and schizophrenia) are much simpler for the family than most believe. The same mental illnesses are much more complicated than those who treat in it medically led us to believe.
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	2/10/2010
	Posted by: harold - on Wednesday, February 10, 2010 - 06:05 PM Melancholy is present today in the form of self loathing and chronic fatigue.
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	A Thought
	Posted by: harold - on Thursday, February 04, 2010 - 01:24 PM There are no souls saved after nine o'clock
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	Recovery From A Spiritual Malady
	Posted by: harold - on Wednesday, February 03, 2010 - 01:04 PM If you suffer from the deadly spiritual malady as I. You might begin a methodology of recovery by following the suggestion of the first three words on: Page 112 of the Big Book
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	Mood
	Posted by: harold - on Tuesday, February 02, 2010 - 11:43 AM Melancholy is too great too write today
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	Tradition #2
	Posted by: harold - on Sunday, January 31, 2010 - 08:48 PM Tradition #2 For our group purpose there is but one ultimate authority - a loving God as he may express Himself in our group conscience........................ A vote is a man made way of saying, "This is our group conscience, so the authority comes from God", when it is an act of governance. God is expressing Himself when we are all loving, tolerance, and compassionate to the still suffering and each other. While we keep in mind our purpose and our limitations. It is all a matter of what God can do that we cannot do.
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	Money And Sobriety
	Posted by: harold - on Sunday, January 31, 2010 - 03:06 PM I got sober once in Possum Trot, KY. We had a fellowship meeting in a Baptist Church right in front of Emmett's tobacco patch. I joined the group there with three others already sober. We were told that we should have a bank account that required two signatures. This required a tax ID number. Nobody in the group knew what that was, so we talked to Emmett. Emmett went off on a story about buying a wife and all he got was a darn old dress. He was sure no help. We talked about it for several days and decided there was no way to share our experience, strength and hope without some money and a bank account, so we decided to start taking turns being the town drunk again. That was no fun so I moved to Louisville where every broke tobacco farmer goes. That way you move up the chain link a notch. My drinking got much worse so I joined a group down by Mohammed's father old place. We had a little money and no bank account. We let some crazy drunk be treasurer. Hell, he was out drunk again in no time at all. About twenty members sat down one night and had a long discussion about our situation. It was agreed no way could we share our experience, strength and hope without some money. So we hit the streets on the west end of Louisville with bottles of Kentucky Gentleman and several cases of Sterling Beer.
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