Well, it has been 9 weeks since my last invasive procedure, and the only thing scheduled is a cat scan on Jan. 5. I believe that this is a record. For the last year, every time that I started feeling better, it was another debilitating treatment of some kind. It feels odd, and probably wrong, to be so focused on my “operation”, but, after all, this is a medical information blog.
I have noticed some improvement in the energy and endurance areas, and am thinking of visiting the WIN’s in Yuma for a few days. I am not sure that I will actually do it, but I am encouraged to at least be thinking about doing something other than being sick. This last year illness has dominated my life, and I look forward to changing that this coming new year.
As I recover physically from my illness, I notice that I still need to recover from my legal and financial hangover. When feeling really sick, I am able to ignore all of the side issues, but when feeling better, they come creeping back into my mind, and keeping me awake at night. I suppose that all of this is normal.
Nothing was resolved at the BK hearing...... I think that the judge uses time to punish people that cannot come to some agreement on their own. This issue will be decided by the judge on March 5, 2010. Opposing counsel requested a full day for the hearing, and claims to need at least 3 months to prepare. The biggest issue is the value of the houses.... What makes it tough and expensive, is that paper work, (appraisals and BPO’s) cannot be used without having the people that prepared them, in court to cross examine.
I found out that the opposing counsel is being paid by the hour...... not a big deal, except that he is the one who is trying to broker a deal, and is the only one that will profit from an ongoing battle. I think that it may be useful that the process is bleeding the debtors, but I hate to see money that could be used to settle our differences, being used to promote the fight. Maybe I should contact the principals personally.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
December 8, 2009
8 weeks and counting..... I will be so glad when the passing of time will be marked by something other than a medical event.
Medically, I continue to make progress, slow, but progress just the same. My new bladder is becoming more predicable, and the holes in my belly are almost totally closed up. I am still tired and moderately depressed, but trending in the right direction. Energy, optimism, and humor are still missing in action.
Legally, I am still in the eye of the storm. BK law is complicated and convoluted, especially for beginners like me. I have 3 hearings scheduled for tomorrow, and am not sure if things will be finalized there, or just another continuance. There are 144 hearings scheduled between 1:30 and the end of the day.... doesn’t seem to leave much time for argument.
I want the judge to throw the houses in question out of the proceedings, let me foreclose, and start seeing some income. The debtor wants to keep the houses in the BK, and trickle out a bit of the money owed while waiting for the housing market to improve. The BK trustee, the guy that handles the estate money, and is supposed to broker a deal between the parties, stands to gain about $20,000 if the houses stay in the BK plan. (He gets about 10% of all money that passes through the plan.) Needless to say, he has sided with the debtor, and is opposing my motion for relief, and pushing for an unreasonable repayment plan to be confirmed. I feel a little out gunned, but who knows, David did beat Goliath after all.
I have put my insurance dispute on the back burner until I get the BK stuff sorted out, but am still trying to find an attorney to handle it on contingency.
I am making a conscious effort to direct my mind into a pleasant future...... reading/thinking about RV trips, BBQ’s, kayak adventures, and 4 wheel drive fun. I am hoping that my mind will drag me out of the doldrums.
Medically, I continue to make progress, slow, but progress just the same. My new bladder is becoming more predicable, and the holes in my belly are almost totally closed up. I am still tired and moderately depressed, but trending in the right direction. Energy, optimism, and humor are still missing in action.
Legally, I am still in the eye of the storm. BK law is complicated and convoluted, especially for beginners like me. I have 3 hearings scheduled for tomorrow, and am not sure if things will be finalized there, or just another continuance. There are 144 hearings scheduled between 1:30 and the end of the day.... doesn’t seem to leave much time for argument.
I want the judge to throw the houses in question out of the proceedings, let me foreclose, and start seeing some income. The debtor wants to keep the houses in the BK, and trickle out a bit of the money owed while waiting for the housing market to improve. The BK trustee, the guy that handles the estate money, and is supposed to broker a deal between the parties, stands to gain about $20,000 if the houses stay in the BK plan. (He gets about 10% of all money that passes through the plan.) Needless to say, he has sided with the debtor, and is opposing my motion for relief, and pushing for an unreasonable repayment plan to be confirmed. I feel a little out gunned, but who knows, David did beat Goliath after all.
I have put my insurance dispute on the back burner until I get the BK stuff sorted out, but am still trying to find an attorney to handle it on contingency.
I am making a conscious effort to direct my mind into a pleasant future...... reading/thinking about RV trips, BBQ’s, kayak adventures, and 4 wheel drive fun. I am hoping that my mind will drag me out of the doldrums.
Monday, November 30, 2009
November 30, 2009
OK, today is 7 weeks since my surgery, and I am still doing about the same. My wounds are nearly healed, and I can walk with very little pain. My new bladder is working pretty well..... daytime is almost perfect, and nighttime is a bit iffy, but getting better. My sense of humor and cheerful demeanor are still missing in action.
I am still caught in the grasp of an anesthesia hangover. Basically healthy, but tired all of the time.... no energy or endurance. I understand that this is fairly normal, and the only answer is patience. I guess that the good news is that I am on schedule, and things should get better from here.
I attended the “meeting of creditors” last Monday, regarding the RE note that I hold. The debtors counsel made a settlement offer that was not quite good enough, so we are still negotiating. It involves a sale of one house to the debtors’ step son, and it is about 50/50 that the sale is a sham, so I am not getting my hopes up. My next court date is Dec 9..... confirmation hearing, relief from stay hearing, motion to sell RE hearing. Looks like it will be a busy day.
We had our first snow of the year...... Sat. Morning, about 4 inches.... lots of fun. This reminds me that it is time to head south and to a lower elevation, but I think that I will have to wait until I feel better, and I get a better handle on my finances.
I have read this post, and notice that it lacks humor and zip..... lifeless, just information. Sorry.....
I am still caught in the grasp of an anesthesia hangover. Basically healthy, but tired all of the time.... no energy or endurance. I understand that this is fairly normal, and the only answer is patience. I guess that the good news is that I am on schedule, and things should get better from here.
I attended the “meeting of creditors” last Monday, regarding the RE note that I hold. The debtors counsel made a settlement offer that was not quite good enough, so we are still negotiating. It involves a sale of one house to the debtors’ step son, and it is about 50/50 that the sale is a sham, so I am not getting my hopes up. My next court date is Dec 9..... confirmation hearing, relief from stay hearing, motion to sell RE hearing. Looks like it will be a busy day.
We had our first snow of the year...... Sat. Morning, about 4 inches.... lots of fun. This reminds me that it is time to head south and to a lower elevation, but I think that I will have to wait until I feel better, and I get a better handle on my finances.
I have read this post, and notice that it lacks humor and zip..... lifeless, just information. Sorry.....
Thursday, November 19, 2009
November 19, 2009
Well, Monday will be 6 weeks since my surgery. I am definitely doing better, physically and emotionally. I still have up days and down days, but it seems that there might be a light at the end of the tunnel. This fits into the pattern for this surgery...... 6 weeks to feel better, 6 weeks to one year to feel good.
My new bladder is beginning to work fairly well.... This means that I am starting to have some control over when I pee...... Woo Hoo..... I am recommending that all of you sell your "Depends" stock soon, it is almost certain to take a dive.
This whole situation reminds me that you don’t appreciate something until it is gone. Hopefully, I will emerge from this nightmare with a new appreciation for the simpler things in life..... a kinder, gentler, and more empathetic person. Of course, I might just turn into a mean, angry, bitter old man..... Right now I would put the odds at about 60-40..... LOL
Tuesday, I had to file opposition papers at the bankruptcy court in Santa Anna, a round trip of over 200 miles. It was my most ambitious outing to date, so my friend Carl went with me for company and as a relief driver. I held up remarkably well, so well in fact, that I thought that my endurance had returned. The next day, I spent about 40 minutes pumping out my black water tank, and felt like I had been hit by the swine flue, and run over by a truck. I ended up spending most of the day in bed.
I am anxious to get back to some kind of normal life, but think that it will still be a “good day, bad day” situation for a while. I am, however, very happy that things are heading in the right direction.
My new bladder is beginning to work fairly well.... This means that I am starting to have some control over when I pee...... Woo Hoo..... I am recommending that all of you sell your "Depends" stock soon, it is almost certain to take a dive.
This whole situation reminds me that you don’t appreciate something until it is gone. Hopefully, I will emerge from this nightmare with a new appreciation for the simpler things in life..... a kinder, gentler, and more empathetic person. Of course, I might just turn into a mean, angry, bitter old man..... Right now I would put the odds at about 60-40..... LOL
Tuesday, I had to file opposition papers at the bankruptcy court in Santa Anna, a round trip of over 200 miles. It was my most ambitious outing to date, so my friend Carl went with me for company and as a relief driver. I held up remarkably well, so well in fact, that I thought that my endurance had returned. The next day, I spent about 40 minutes pumping out my black water tank, and felt like I had been hit by the swine flue, and run over by a truck. I ended up spending most of the day in bed.
I am anxious to get back to some kind of normal life, but think that it will still be a “good day, bad day” situation for a while. I am, however, very happy that things are heading in the right direction.
Monday, November 9, 2009
November 11, 2009
I am now 4 weeks out from surgery..... Good news..... my legs are starting to work again. I can now walk short distances without the walker. It is slow and moderately painful, but still a welcome improvement.
I am still anxiously awaiting the return of my energy..... as of now, it is a struggle to do anything. I had this same energy problem after my second TURB back in April. I think that it is a part of the anesthesia hangover, and is related to the length of time you are under. For now, I think that the best thing is to just wait it out. I do, however, feel guilty regarding the important things that are awaiting my efforts.
It seems to be time for me to venture out into the world, and I find myself very reluctant. It may take several months to gain some control over my new bladder, and the thought of public embarrassment is overwhelming. The best advice that I have found regarding this messy little problem is to always carry a bottle of drinking water, and pour it over my lap if necessary. Who knew that I would be spending my time learning to walk, and potty training.
People that know, think that this may be the most challenging emotional time for someone in my situation. The drama and trauma are over, the decisions are made, the procedures complete, and I will soon be able to take care of all of my needs. I now begin the slow process of learning to live with my new body parts, and the related limitations. My plan is to be kind and patient with myself, but still do what I can everyday. Do my best to handle problems as they present themselves, and try to get back to normal activities as soon as possible.
There are not words strong enough to express my gratitude to my friends and family. Virtually everyone that I know has gone out of their way to help me during this last year. I still feel humbled and unworthy.....
I am still anxiously awaiting the return of my energy..... as of now, it is a struggle to do anything. I had this same energy problem after my second TURB back in April. I think that it is a part of the anesthesia hangover, and is related to the length of time you are under. For now, I think that the best thing is to just wait it out. I do, however, feel guilty regarding the important things that are awaiting my efforts.
It seems to be time for me to venture out into the world, and I find myself very reluctant. It may take several months to gain some control over my new bladder, and the thought of public embarrassment is overwhelming. The best advice that I have found regarding this messy little problem is to always carry a bottle of drinking water, and pour it over my lap if necessary. Who knew that I would be spending my time learning to walk, and potty training.
People that know, think that this may be the most challenging emotional time for someone in my situation. The drama and trauma are over, the decisions are made, the procedures complete, and I will soon be able to take care of all of my needs. I now begin the slow process of learning to live with my new body parts, and the related limitations. My plan is to be kind and patient with myself, but still do what I can everyday. Do my best to handle problems as they present themselves, and try to get back to normal activities as soon as possible.
There are not words strong enough to express my gratitude to my friends and family. Virtually everyone that I know has gone out of their way to help me during this last year. I still feel humbled and unworthy.....
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
November 3, 2009
Hello to all,
It has been over 3 weeks since my surgery, and I expected to be posting a lighthearted account of my stay in the hospital.... but seem unable to find my sense of humor. In spite of this, I feel obligated to keep everyone up to date.
I am recovering from the surgery on schedule.... by this I mean, the holes in my body are healing up, my new plumbing is beginning to function as expected, and I am feeling a little better week by week. My friends have stepped up and are taking very good care of me, and I expect to get back to my old self in a couple of months.
The good part is that the cancer was confined to the bladder, my pathology report is clear, and it is 95% certain that the cancer is gone. My ongoing treatment will likely just be a cat scan every year. Although life will never be the same as it was, I should be able to live a fairly normal life.
The bad part is, that I am having trouble with my legs, and had to return to the hospital for a couple of days of tests. The doctors have determined that there is nothing life threatening..... blood clots, infections, abscesses, etc. I have very little feeling in the upper thigh area of both legs, and cannot lift either leg to take a step without supporting my weight with my arms..... am now using a walker to get around. The doctors think that this is the result of nerve damage/irritation, and will probably resolve itself with time. I am hoping that they are right, as there does not seem to be a plan B.
Recovery is slower than I expected..... walking 200 ft. is still exhausting, but suppose to get better with time.
I wish that I had a fast forward button.....
It has been over 3 weeks since my surgery, and I expected to be posting a lighthearted account of my stay in the hospital.... but seem unable to find my sense of humor. In spite of this, I feel obligated to keep everyone up to date.
I am recovering from the surgery on schedule.... by this I mean, the holes in my body are healing up, my new plumbing is beginning to function as expected, and I am feeling a little better week by week. My friends have stepped up and are taking very good care of me, and I expect to get back to my old self in a couple of months.
The good part is that the cancer was confined to the bladder, my pathology report is clear, and it is 95% certain that the cancer is gone. My ongoing treatment will likely just be a cat scan every year. Although life will never be the same as it was, I should be able to live a fairly normal life.
The bad part is, that I am having trouble with my legs, and had to return to the hospital for a couple of days of tests. The doctors have determined that there is nothing life threatening..... blood clots, infections, abscesses, etc. I have very little feeling in the upper thigh area of both legs, and cannot lift either leg to take a step without supporting my weight with my arms..... am now using a walker to get around. The doctors think that this is the result of nerve damage/irritation, and will probably resolve itself with time. I am hoping that they are right, as there does not seem to be a plan B.
Recovery is slower than I expected..... walking 200 ft. is still exhausting, but suppose to get better with time.
I wish that I had a fast forward button.....
Sunday, October 25, 2009
October 25, 2009
OK, I am home from the hospital, and doing well. Thanks to Claudia, who stayed with me at the hospital, and did a good job as "information officer". Thanks also to all of my friends who visited.... and thanks to my friends that are currently caring for me.
They say that you will feel better every day, but I have not found that to be the case..... I think that it might be better to say that you feel better every week.... anyway, that seems to be my experience.
Although I am very happy to be cancer free, I am still hurting and angry......
I will try to write more soon.
They say that you will feel better every day, but I have not found that to be the case..... I think that it might be better to say that you feel better every week.... anyway, that seems to be my experience.
Although I am very happy to be cancer free, I am still hurting and angry......
I will try to write more soon.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Hi there. I'm writing this blog for John. His surgery went well on Monday. The doctor was able to make the neo bladder so everything went as planned. John is out of ICU and in a private room and will be in the hospital for another week. The best news is that the pathology report came back and the lymph nodes are clear...no indication of cancer!! This was the most postive news because there won't be any chemo and John can move forward and get better.
With any luck John will be able to write the next post!
Claudia
With any luck John will be able to write the next post!
Claudia
Friday, October 9, 2009
October 9, 2009
In nature, when a creature becomes old and weak, or otherwise sick or injured, the predators and scavengers gather, all looking for a piece of the action. Some species will turn and devour the hapless creature, and with other species, the herd will eventually, necessarily move on, and the defenseless will be picked clean. I am beginning to realize that this is not personal, or mean, just natures way. I am fortunate that my herd, still seeing me as a valuable member, have circled the wagons, and are prepared to defend me. I know.... mixed metaphor.... I am grateful, and wish them success.
It is nearly time to go..... I have spent the past few weeks tying up loose ends, and putting things on hold. My house is now safely installed across the street from Carl's house, I have arranged a face lift for my damaged car, and I am ready to get on with this. Claudia, playing the part of Florence Nightingale, will be arriving on Friday, having just spent 2 weeks seeing her mother through cataract surgery on both eyes.
We will leave my rig here, and, on Saturday, and take her motor home to the Elks Lodge in Burbank, which is only 11 miles from the hospital. They have elect. and water hook ups for $10 per night..... a real bargain in the greater LA area. I sure am glad to be an Elk. Anyway, she will be able to take care of me, and her dog Sophie, with minimal commuting time.
Claudia will be posting updates on my blog, calling my sister Peg, calling Terri Lynn, and e-mailing to anyone who makes a request. Claudia is quite organized.
Claudia's phone # 530-906-1234, and her e-mail is claudiaj824@gmail.com
My surgery is scheduled for 7:30 AM, on Monday, but the slicing really doesn't start until 8:30. The doc. says that he should be done by 4:00 PM. I really should add a bit of reality here..... most people do not die during this procedure, and I am relatively young and healthy compared to most bladder surgery patients, so...... not to worry. It is a big deal to me, but fairly routine for the Doctor and his staff.
I will probably have cell service in my room, if not, the room probably has a phone. I will likely be under the influence of dangerous drugs for Monday and Tuesday, but happy to have calls and visitors after that. I expect that Claudia will report any movement toward normal intellect.
I will be at: USC Kenneth Norris Cancer Hospital, 1441 Eastlake Avenue, LA, Ca, 90033. Terri Lynn will have copies of directions for those that want to visit.
On Tuesday, I realized that my life had truly changed..... At Walmart, real men buy guns and ammunition, mud tires for the truck, steak, camping supplies, beer, wide screen TV's and such.
With upcoming abdominal surgery, and new, unhealed, untrained and untested, plumbing...... I bought a robe (for tail coverage at the hospital), XL draw string jammies, XL underwear, and water proof sheets. (I couldn't bring myself to ask where the depends were, I plan to push that job off onto one of my friends who will innocently ask “is there anything that I can do?”) At the check out counter, I felt just the same as when I bought my first condom, I just knew that everyone was looking at me...... It is hell to get old and sick...... modesty, dignity and self image are the first casualties.
On the up side, my modesty, dignity, and self image have always been marginal anyway, and this procedure, though uncomfortable, will give me the best chance to be cancer free, and live a fairly normal life.
It is nearly time to go..... I have spent the past few weeks tying up loose ends, and putting things on hold. My house is now safely installed across the street from Carl's house, I have arranged a face lift for my damaged car, and I am ready to get on with this. Claudia, playing the part of Florence Nightingale, will be arriving on Friday, having just spent 2 weeks seeing her mother through cataract surgery on both eyes.
We will leave my rig here, and, on Saturday, and take her motor home to the Elks Lodge in Burbank, which is only 11 miles from the hospital. They have elect. and water hook ups for $10 per night..... a real bargain in the greater LA area. I sure am glad to be an Elk. Anyway, she will be able to take care of me, and her dog Sophie, with minimal commuting time.
Claudia will be posting updates on my blog, calling my sister Peg, calling Terri Lynn, and e-mailing to anyone who makes a request. Claudia is quite organized.
Claudia's phone # 530-906-1234, and her e-mail is claudiaj824@gmail.com
My surgery is scheduled for 7:30 AM, on Monday, but the slicing really doesn't start until 8:30. The doc. says that he should be done by 4:00 PM. I really should add a bit of reality here..... most people do not die during this procedure, and I am relatively young and healthy compared to most bladder surgery patients, so...... not to worry. It is a big deal to me, but fairly routine for the Doctor and his staff.
I will probably have cell service in my room, if not, the room probably has a phone. I will likely be under the influence of dangerous drugs for Monday and Tuesday, but happy to have calls and visitors after that. I expect that Claudia will report any movement toward normal intellect.
I will be at: USC Kenneth Norris Cancer Hospital, 1441 Eastlake Avenue, LA, Ca, 90033. Terri Lynn will have copies of directions for those that want to visit.
On Tuesday, I realized that my life had truly changed..... At Walmart, real men buy guns and ammunition, mud tires for the truck, steak, camping supplies, beer, wide screen TV's and such.
With upcoming abdominal surgery, and new, unhealed, untrained and untested, plumbing...... I bought a robe (for tail coverage at the hospital), XL draw string jammies, XL underwear, and water proof sheets. (I couldn't bring myself to ask where the depends were, I plan to push that job off onto one of my friends who will innocently ask “is there anything that I can do?”) At the check out counter, I felt just the same as when I bought my first condom, I just knew that everyone was looking at me...... It is hell to get old and sick...... modesty, dignity and self image are the first casualties.
On the up side, my modesty, dignity, and self image have always been marginal anyway, and this procedure, though uncomfortable, will give me the best chance to be cancer free, and live a fairly normal life.
Monday, October 5, 2009
October, 5, 2009
One week and counting.....Time is racing..... D day is next Monday...... I enter the hospital on Sunday morning for a day of testing and GI tract cleansing. It really doesn't get much better that that. LOL A very expensive place to stay, and only clear liquids on the menu.
I really don't know what to say.... my emotions are all over the map, and I expect that this is normal. My plan is to endure this week, get through next week, and do the best that I can after that. Not a great plan, or even a unique plan.... it is, I think, the only plan available. I think that I have done the best that I can considering the circumstances. My doctor is one of the best in the world, the hospital is very well regarded, and, apparently, my insurance co. is going to pay this time.
I am confident that I am doing the right thing, and hoping for a good outcome. I hope that I will end up with a “neo bladder”, although I know that it is an “operating room” decision for the surgeon. The doc. will try to preserve the nerves that allow men to preform like men. Needless to say, I am hoping for success.
The next big event, after the surgery, will be the pathology report. (48 hours after the surgery) They remove the bladder, prostate, and surrounding lymph nodes, and send them off to the lab. If it is “all clear”, then 95% chance that I won't ever have to deal with this again. If not “all clear”, then chemo, and a much reduced chance of survival.
In spite of my confidence in the decision, the doctor, the facility, and the procedure, I am still anxious, scared, angry, and horrified. Part of me thinks that even the best outcome is bad, and I find myself hoping for the “least worst” result. The other part of me recognizes that I may be avoiding a slow painful death, and be able to live a near normal life, The technology available is hard to believe, imagine, making new body parts. I guess that both of these are reasonable assessments.
The Ca. Dept. of Insurance has informed me that they are very happy that I contacted them, and they encourage me to stay in touch, but are unable to help with this particular problem. They say that my dispute with Health Net is a “he said, he said”...... Nothing that they can do, and that litigation is my next step. Disappointing, but I have to agree. I am still seeking a lawyer to take this on spec. If I am unsuccessful, I guess that I will do it myself...... a bit of David and Goliath drama.....
I am spending the day preparing for the hearing on my “relief from stay” motion. Imagine me in a suit and tie...... trying to make a reasoned argument with no emotion leaking out. I have the facts, and the law, on my side, but I realize that “facts and law” may not carry the day, and that they may be able to cause more delays. I will try to present myself as “poor but honest” seeking much needed justice.
Life has gotten very complicated, and much of the time I feel like giving up..... but today, I feel like a warrior..... OK, a backed into a corner, and greatly out numbered, warrior, but still willing to engage the battle.
I really don't know what to say.... my emotions are all over the map, and I expect that this is normal. My plan is to endure this week, get through next week, and do the best that I can after that. Not a great plan, or even a unique plan.... it is, I think, the only plan available. I think that I have done the best that I can considering the circumstances. My doctor is one of the best in the world, the hospital is very well regarded, and, apparently, my insurance co. is going to pay this time.
I am confident that I am doing the right thing, and hoping for a good outcome. I hope that I will end up with a “neo bladder”, although I know that it is an “operating room” decision for the surgeon. The doc. will try to preserve the nerves that allow men to preform like men. Needless to say, I am hoping for success.
The next big event, after the surgery, will be the pathology report. (48 hours after the surgery) They remove the bladder, prostate, and surrounding lymph nodes, and send them off to the lab. If it is “all clear”, then 95% chance that I won't ever have to deal with this again. If not “all clear”, then chemo, and a much reduced chance of survival.
In spite of my confidence in the decision, the doctor, the facility, and the procedure, I am still anxious, scared, angry, and horrified. Part of me thinks that even the best outcome is bad, and I find myself hoping for the “least worst” result. The other part of me recognizes that I may be avoiding a slow painful death, and be able to live a near normal life, The technology available is hard to believe, imagine, making new body parts. I guess that both of these are reasonable assessments.
The Ca. Dept. of Insurance has informed me that they are very happy that I contacted them, and they encourage me to stay in touch, but are unable to help with this particular problem. They say that my dispute with Health Net is a “he said, he said”...... Nothing that they can do, and that litigation is my next step. Disappointing, but I have to agree. I am still seeking a lawyer to take this on spec. If I am unsuccessful, I guess that I will do it myself...... a bit of David and Goliath drama.....
I am spending the day preparing for the hearing on my “relief from stay” motion. Imagine me in a suit and tie...... trying to make a reasoned argument with no emotion leaking out. I have the facts, and the law, on my side, but I realize that “facts and law” may not carry the day, and that they may be able to cause more delays. I will try to present myself as “poor but honest” seeking much needed justice.
Life has gotten very complicated, and much of the time I feel like giving up..... but today, I feel like a warrior..... OK, a backed into a corner, and greatly out numbered, warrior, but still willing to engage the battle.
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