Father's Fight

Back in the day, my dad was a rock of strength, an example of what work ethic looks like. He knew only one way to conduct himself at work, and that's full tilt.

From about 1980 to 1997 or so, he worked as a dairy hand. He would spend all day herding dairy cows around, hooking them up to machines and cleaning after them. It was rough work and long hours. He'd work from 9 a.m. to the early afternoon, then go back in at 9 p.m. and work until the wee hours of the morning. And he did that for many years, hardly taking any vacation time, working six days a week, working Christmas, New Year's, Thanksgiving, everything.

Nowadays, my dad is fighting a debilitating disease. He's not a rock any more.

In 2005, he was diagnosed with Progressive Supranuclear Palsy. I'm blogging about it for a couple of reasons, mostly to bring awareness to his horrible disease. Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, or PSP for short, is along the lines of Parkinson's Disease. It's a neurological disorder that is fairly rare, affecting about 5-6 people out of every 100,000.

According to CurePSP.org, these are some of the major symptoms of the disease:

> Loss of balance.
> Changes in personality such as a loss of interest in ordinary pleasurable activities or increased irritability.
> Weakness of eye movements, especially in the downward direction.
> Weakened movements of the mouth, tongue and throat.
> Slurred speech.
> Difficulty swallowing.

That pretty much describes my dad. He's confined to a wheelchair because his balance is gone. He started to lose his ability to speak a couple of years ago and, well, the last conversation I had with him was awhile ago, and I didn't know at the time that it would be my last real conversation with my father.

It's been tough watching him go from a strong middle-aged man to how he is now, in a wheelchair, not talking, unfixed gaze, but we all know the same toughness that helped him support a wife and four boys is still there.

Still, there is no cure for PSP and the outlook for PSP sufferers is pretty grim, so we're trying to enjoy my dad while he's still with us.

Now, I'm not one to ask "Why me?" and things like that. I've always believed things happen for a reason. My parents have never been that kind either, to question their lot in life. We were dirt poor growing up but my mom has never received a cent from welfare, never applied for any financial assistance when she could have qualified for it.

But I do think something is quite unfair about this whole situation. My parents were both born in Mexico and came to the United States in the early 1970s, to provide a better life for their future children. They struggled a lot, but were able to raise four boys, became citizens, were always productive members of society, paid taxes and worked hard at everything. In the late 90s, my dad was laid off and we all got together as a family to figure out what he could do. We came up with truck driving, a respectable profession that pays well but can be tough and challenging.

He got into truck driving and found work as a long-distance truck driver. He'd drive all over the country, going from Southern California to Florida to Delaware to Pennsylvania to Utah. He was always calling us from places I'd never dreamed he'd visit - Alabama, Tennessee, Ohio. And he'd worked so long and so hard before that this was a great change of pace for him.

And my parents were doing well financially, well enough that they bought a house in their hometown, hoping and expecting to spend a lot of time between Southern California and Mexico. They had their own trucking corps briefly, had drivers who worked for them, and things were going well.

But instead of enjoying their time and relishing in the rewards for years of sacrifice, my mom and dad now have to deal with this bullshit. It just doesn't add up.

But we all play the hand we've been dealt, and my parents fight PSP every day. It's a challenge mentally, physically and emotionally, but they aren't backing down. My mom keeps the faith in a cure, as do we. Until then, we all enjoy the time we have with him in our lives.

This is him with his in-laws - my mom and seven of her brothers and sisters - at his 60th birthday party earlier this summer.

My brother Danny and his wife are hoping to take my mom and dad to Hawaii. It's a place he's always wanted to visit, and was a bit out of his trucking route :) They will get to spend about 10 days out there, and my parents can take a real vacation for the first time in quite a long time, if everything goes as planned.

Unfortunately, my dad was taken to the hospital on Wednesday with pneumonia. We don't know much more than that and hopefully we will get some positive news and hopefully he can take that trip to Hawaii.

If everything goes well, I might have the chance to spend some vacation time with my parents next spring. We've talked about a cruise, and I think it would be great to take my mom and dad to Alaska. I'm not sure my mom is that thrilled about it but I think it would be great for my dad to see Alaska and to get away from things once more.

We'd decided against traveling a while back because of the potential difficulties of traveling for my dad but this story here made me think twice. And it's great that Danny and his wife are in a position to be able to take my parents on vacation as they're footing 100 percent of the costs.

Since I live real close to my parents, about five miles away, I try and take my girls over often. It makes me happy when my girls are with their grandparents. Since both sets of my grandparents lived in Mexico when I was growing up, I never got to spend a lot of time with either of them growing up. But I want things to be different with my own children and their grandparents, so I do what I can. They love their Papa, but they only know him as he is now, not the pillar of strength he was when I was younger. Still, they enjoy seeing him and I know they bring joy to his life as well.

While this disease is vicious and unrelenting, that doesn't mean it will break any of our spirits.

Honeyman State Park on how to Catch more Surfperch - a Total

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Trucking Along

The word of the week in our house has been - SUNSHINE!! Finally, we are drying out from what seems like endless weeks of rain! The girls have been playing outside everyday and enjoying God's creation. The weather has been absolutely perfect!

Caroline did her book report yesterday at Book-It. They had to do a demonstration from a how-to book. Grandma Osborne had given her a book on hand art so she chose that as her book. Her demonstration was based on the bunny rabbit. She did an excellent job! Then, of course, we went to Mazzio's following Book-It and had a great time of fellowship with other homeschoolers. Caroline met a new friend - Hannah Grace - who is also in the 2nd grade. Later this month we are going to tour the Mississippi Public Broadcasting television studio with the group and then have a picnic following. We are really looking forward to that!

Victor's job has picked up in the past couple of weeks! Praise Jesus! We are so grateful for your prayers - they are working!! Keep them up! Victor is going to a conference in Birmingham this weekend with some of the guys from church on helping other men that have sexual addictions/problems. He gets back some time on Saturday.

Taylor and Allison are doing good. Allison is starting to really get the hang of going potty. We still aren't 100% there but it won't be too long! The older sisters are great encouragers to her. It's like a big party whenever she goes potty! :) Allison has even gone potty several times while we have been at stores or in a restaurant!

We got a surprise phone call this week from Ashlee Woodcock Wildish (& Stephan) asking us to be their little girl's Godparents! We were so shocked and honored by their request! Of course, we said YES! Ashlee is due in January and is expecting a little girls - Audrey Joy. We can't wait to meet her!

My dad had cataract surgery the first of this week and has recovered nicely. He had a good nurse taking care of him :) We will be going down in Clearwater in February for a visit with the family and Victor and I will also attend a Love & Respect conference in Orlando while we are there. We are sooo excited! The girls can't wait to go down and see Nana, Papa, Meemaw, Pepaw, Minnie, and the beach!

Well, girls are calling my name!
Much love!

keep on trucking

During the dot com bust, I was between jobs and supposed someone as old and beat up as I was, would never get work in computers. I looked at what jobs old guys can get and saw many of them were making deliveries. So I got a truck license and got a job delivering rice from the field to the elevators.

It was hot, grubby work and I loved it. Unfortunately, I wasn't very good at it and thought I'd try bus driving. I enjoyed that too.

Bus driving is a crummy job. The pay stinks, the hours are bad, it has no status, there's little chance of advancement...but you get to drive a bus.

Bus driving is like golf. You do the same thing over and over, continually trying to do a better job. I liked going to a yard full off idling buses, checking out my bus, and rumbling off to my shift. Someday I'll do it again. Maybe.

Records show trucking company in deadly Winsted crash had other unsafe trucks

WINSTED -- The Sysco Food Services tractor-trailer that police say crossed the center line beside Route 44 here in a fatal head-on crash on April 3 wasn't the company's only truck that was identified as insecure.

Federal and state moving records show that four others in the state's fleet of 113 trucks were cited within the past 24 months.

Alfred B. Mencuccini of Mencuccini and Logan in Torrington, who represents the relations of SUV driver Heather Gunther, 33, who died in the wreck, said the truck will be cited as a contributing cause in a lawsuit because its brakes and one tire were establish to be unsafe.

Within the past 24 months, 21 trucks owned by Sysco Connecticut of Rocky Hill were arbitrarily checked by state police and Department of Motor Vehicle truck inspection squads in Connecticut, according to the Federal Motor Carrier Safety management and the DMV. One driver was also removed from service.

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11/04/2009

It was almost majestic. The line of trusty steads lined up looking like they were ready to bolt at any moment. Eighteen wheelers lined up 2 feet in front of another, 3 feet behind another all just a few feet off the asphalt. It was almost majestic looking. But I had placed my trusty stead there just hours before so I knew the truth.

The truth being fear to venture further back into the parking lot in Blackwell, AR was taking your own job security in hand. To obtain prime parking space in the front row required a leap of faith. Faith that the entire truck would not venture into a hole that it would not be able to arise from. The (entire) contents of my truck shifted from it's previously held spot as I crawled thru the pot holes and that was enough for me. Never again would I pass into the valley of pot hole death (until I find another).

I stoppped here last night, BUTTTT I was empty and I had entered a different way. This place is ok when your empty or don't care. But if you got product you care about or don't want to pay for I reccomend a different stopping point.

My day as a whole was great!!!. Quick in and quick out, but my choice of stopping point left a lot to be desired. Live and learn

Have a good night

Bookerz out