So that’s my good news…

I received a letter from The funding foundation, and they gave me another grant covering all of 2022 for the Rx that costs $15,000/month with a $3000/month co-pay. That’s $36,000 a year that insurance company does not pickup but my co-pay will be ZERO with grant. So that’s my good news. I am doing fairly well under this treatment and in a holding pattern for now. However, I have pretty much lost all desire to write or photograph much of anything. So, I don’t know if that will change or just where I am now with my diagnosis. Anyway, you may see some posts from time to time but not on a regular basis.
I hope you all have a good New Year and we come to an end of pandemic by April…

Lament for Thomas MacDonagh…

‘He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky, where he is lain,
Nor voices of the sweetest birds

Above the wailing of the rain.

Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Thro’ slanting snows her fanfare shrill,
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an upset daffodil.

But when the Dark Cow leaves the Moor,
And pastures poor with greedy weeds,
Perhaps he’ll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads.’

  • Francis Ledwidge

An old, old photo…

this was found in a old family photo book – I restored and made digital. I have no idea who this person was but I love this photograph. She appears to be wearing a bird or thunder-bird phoenix type pin. She hails from a much more graceful time. I feel as if I know her although we never met. How strange. Perhaps memory encoded in the genes/DNA. Probaby Circa 1900’s.

More good news…

My three month lab tests came back showing my PSA went from 357 to less than 1 on this treatment. That means a slowing down of the cancer cell growth. The Dr’s high end of three years survival could be possible. So I was happy about that result. Right now I’m doing good and getting as much done as possible before it is no longer possible. It’s an odd feeling to get used to in your life but I know there is always worse. I still feel very blessed…