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Showing posts from February, 2019

C6D21 CT Scan

Click here to see photos of Thursday evening in Nashville (including a stop in Murfreesboro to have lunch with my sister at Chuy's). It was a beautiful day in the 70's. So when I checked in at the hotel I was able to take a walk in short sleeves a couple of blocks away to Hurry Back Tavern for a beer. They had the walls open to the outside. It was nice sitting there watching people walking by and walking their dogs. The crowd was friendly, so I was able to socialize a good bit and have a few laughs. I needed that, considering the stress that always happens the day before a CT scan.

The end result from the scan is that all my spots in my lungs are growing. I also have a new one in a lymph node in my pelvis and one in a lymph node on my neck area or something. I've exhausted my traditional chemo options. They don't yet have another study to join, that I meet requirements for, that have space for new patients. So I'm left with no treatment indefinitely until/unless ano…

Don’t ASSume We Can’t End Colorectal Cancer

March is National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month, and the Colorectal Cancer Alliance is challenging you to avoid assumptions and get more information about colorectal cancer that my help you or a loved one manage this deadly disease. Colorectal cancer – cancer that starts in the colon or rectum – is the third most commonly diagnosed cancer and the second leading cause of cancer death in men and women combined in the United States. Approximately 140,000 people are diagnosed and more than 50,000 people die from colon cancer in the U.S. annually. At the same time, colorectal cancer is also the most preventable and treatable type of cancer. The five-year survival rate for colorectal cancer found at the local stage is 90 percent, compared to 14 percent for colorectal cancer found at distant stages. Through research and education about prevention, screening, and treatment, it is possible to end colorectal cancer in our lifetime. Whether you are a patient navigating your diagnosis or car…

Daddy's Funeral Celebration

That was some party! It was the perfect celebration. Lots of food and people and music. Here is a photo of my dad's 3 best friends in the world. They are all from his gas company days. Two of them I have known for most of my life. Taking this photo choked me up some. Thanks to everyone who showed up!
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C6D1 Infusion

Infusion was more or less routine this time. The only excitement was the maintenance man fixing one of the TVs. There were some adjustments to meds for my thyroid. Routine is good because it's not stressful. It's also not good, because it's routine.

Obituary for My Dad

Click here to see his online obituary page.

At the age of 82, surrounded by prayers and warm thoughts from relatives and friends far and near, Cleston Curtis passed from this world on February 1, 2019, as a result of a massive stroke. He was born on August 1, 1936, and was a native of Warren County, residing in Rock Island, Tennessee, at the time of his death.
A retired propane gas service technician and well-known nurseryman, he was the son of the late Martin and Myrtle Curtis. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by sister, Icalee Dowell and brothers, Rodean Curtis, Beachel Curtis, and Tony Curtis.
Cleston is survived by a daughter and son, Cheryl Hitchcock and Darryl Curtis of Rock Island, TN. In addition to his children, he is survived by five grandchildren and spouses, Jessica (William) Mooneyham, Jamie (Cleo) Sanders, Nathaniel (Kayla) Hitchcock, Maya Coe, and Joseph Hitchcock; seven great-grandchildren, Brookelyn, Carli, and Milly Hitchcock, Isaiah and Asher Sand…

Cleston Curtis

My dad had a stroke and left us on Friday. It was sudden. He lived at home and drove his Ford Ranger 'till the day he died - just like he wanted. He lived over 80 years, didn't get cancer, didn't suffer, wasn't sick. He will be cremated per his wishes. As we settle back into our routines this week and everybody goes to work or school or wherever, I will continue mine. I will hear his power chair coming through the gravel. I will hear the incessant clicking of his joy stick.I will hear his squeaky pulley in the greenhouse. I will continue to collect his mail in a stack near the door. And when Cher or Rebecca calls I will not be saying "Bout the same. Only time I've used my voice this week is to talk to daddy". I will experience the oneness of being left behind from an intertwined, lifetime relationship. One that transcends father and son. One that almost mimics an old married couple who live in separate bedrooms, yet has become so comfortable and normal t…