Category Archives: Barriers

Barriers: The truck

I would “normally” have driven and tested a vehicle for months before an adventure like this.  The new 4Runner got about 150 local miles only.  They tend to look “front high” even at rest (rear fenders are cut 3″ lower), but ours, loaded and under the tongue of the Tramper looks so tired.  I always test “emergent” capabilities of vehicles in non-emergent places (like snow handling in a parking lot).  So it was some surprise that the front wheels will skid in hard braking.  I hope to re-weigh the loaded rig soon, but I want to get the truck to sit more level.  I have ordered new rear coil springs (to go with the already installed new brakes, shocks, muffler, rear wheel bearings, wheel cylinders, plugs, wires, hoses and belts that comprise my faith in this 1995 beast with somewhat unknown 150,000 miles on it).

The biggest safety feature, of course is thought and forethought, but the second biggest is the “low speeds” we are traveling.  40-50 mph offers far more reaction time and stopping ability than what many people use “on the Interstate”.

Meanwhile we roll slowly, remembering “You could fall off a cliff and die but you could also stay home, fall off the couch and die”.

People, people…

In the driveway I began to see what I had done.  The next few people were consulted.  After MD State Inspection, I knew I had repairs to make.  Towing it to Al’s house we surveyed the rust, planned repairs, rolled out with patches in mind.  Rolled back under and out came the need to “just make a new frame”.  Then back to patches and thinking some more.  Then tow it to another old friend and previous boss.  John is a self-taught machinist, welder, business man and heck of a hard worker.  He too began to agree; “just make a new frame”,  steel is cheap.  Perhaps the biggest concern was having 20 feet of welding happening underneath the camper, inches from 50-year-old particle board.

Home it was towed again.  Planning, estimating, and a few second thoughts.  Al to the rescue!  I “Borrowed” a paved section of his driveway to cut bolts,  separate and raise the body off of the frame.  Knowing that if the body collapsed from its own weight, I would be cutting it all up as scrap.  It would either work or fail.  Al’s place was a long static pad for rest while I sorted out the old frame and its new plan.  His visiting dad feared mine was another friend’s project that would die in its tracks.

-David

Good News!

We are celebrating! The frozen section done during surgery was NEGATORY for cancer! Whew!! Dodged a bullet on that one.

There are more pathology results to come but I believe they will also be negative since the frozen section was negative.

Thank you, everyone, for your thoughts and prayers. It means so much.

We leave tomorrow or Sunday. We’ll do a phone consult with the surgeon next week. I won’t be able to bike for awhile but I don’t really care ’cause I’m in the cancer-free zone! Woo hoo!!

 

– Jane

at the Rattling Creek Single Trackers’ Mountain Bike Bash a few years ago

Everyone needs a Mantra: “The Mechanic Way Will Have His Way”

Dory had: “Just keep swimming”.  Lucky fish. Every time they see the little castle its a new surprise. (or at least Ani DiFranco says so).  Here I sit again in a hospital waiting room while Jane gets another procedure.  It’s an odd state, just me and my thoughts…how do I keep them positive.  During chemo I liked reading Jane’s blog (janesposse) because I learned things she wasn’t saying out loud.  One day I realized in my empty house that if she didn’t make it she would have insisted that I grieve then recover and celebrate her life and my own.  Fortunately she made it through that ordeal.  Today I pore through my orthopedic knowledge that most fractured clavicles don’t heal.   Metastasis is not the only reason a clavicle wont heal.  Non-unions are common.  During the amazing flexibility of shoulder ROM the clavicle rotates  60 degrees during its vertical and angular translation.  When people sleep, they can’t help but lay on it so the bone  often doesn’t knit well and folks just get a cute little bump while they return to function.

The origin of  “The Mechanic Way Will Have His Way” goes 14 years back to moving into our current home.  the ceiling fan was warm, wet, and still turned on after we took possession of the house!  I took down the trashed plaster lathe ceiling, to find the tub drain in the bathroom above leaking.  Jane watched as I moved through a progression of “Bigger Wrenches”.  When I hung on a 6 foot cheater bar (extension for a pipe wrench) and the pipe didn’t budge, Jane said; “thats never going to come apart”.  My reply:  “Don’t worry, The Mechanic Will Have his Way”.  (In the end, I used a sawzall to cut neatly through the fittings, just kissing the threads of the pipe I wanted to preserve.  The culprit unscrewed like butter or some better analogy).

Since that day, every time I face an insurmountable barrier, I think….”Don’t worry, The Mechanic Will Have his Way”.

Yup, at work, under the car, looking at bounced checks, in traffic…any time I need to remind myself to relax (Don’t tell Jane to Relax)…just keep swimming.  Each morning, if you’ve been fortunate enough to sleep well in that safe place we call our bed, you wake up”Re-set”.  Think about it, muscles healing and a new perspective: EVERY MORNING!

Treasure your mantra

David

It’s Never Easy, Is It?

Oh crap! Crappity crap crap crap!

Cancer, or, the threat thereof, has reared its ugly head again. Tomorrow, I get a biopsy of my left clavicle to see if there’s a lesion. I had a skiing accident on January 20 of this year and my orthopedic oncologist isn’t completely happy with how it’s healing and wants to be absolutely sure that the clavicle doesn’t have a metastasis. We’re leaving as soon as we can whether or not the result is in. If the news is bad, we’ll come right back home to get treatment. If the news is good, well, we haven’t wasted any time.

A short background: 2 days before Christmas in 2009, we found out that I had breast cancer. 2010 was a blur of chemo, radiation and surgery. Late 2011 and early 2012 brought more surgery for reconstruction. In the middle of the reconstruction process, I got slammed into on the ski slope and broke my collarbone. (One broken bone in 30+ years of skiing is not so bad!)

I thought my doctor visit this week was going to be a quick sign-off that all was well. Not so. Rats!

Here’s one thing I know: No matter how afraid I am, no matter how stressed out I become over this, it will not change the outcome. So, I haven’t lost any sleep. I’m still preparing for the trip but squeezing in some pre-op tests.

It’s crappy that we have to go through this, but our plan remains unchanged. Tomorrow I go in for the biopsy and then, in a few days, we’ll be off on our adventure and, god willing, we won’t be coming back until the money runs out!

– Jane