Two months late in getting your fix, it’s Blog Post #86. Thank you for your patience. I know fully well that I have angered the masses by not posting a blog in March or April. Now, it’s May and I’m feeling the discontent. Somehow “better late than never” seems insufficient here.

Writings Produced

I have not written any of my novel, neither a short story, nor an article. I haven’t written a play or a skit. I haven’t written one little bit.

Loss

I have written one thing in the last couple months and here it is:

https://www.dignitymemorial.com/en-ca/obituaries/port-alberni-bc/irene-mundheim-10714814

My mom died on April 14^th after a brief hospitalization. It has been difficult. As my friend (and fellow writer) Stephan Mount eloquently said to me in an email, “While losing our nearest and dearest is always very difficult, losing your mom is an especially sad loss.”

As a spoiled only-child, losing my mom hurts. It’s difficult to be a momma’s boy without a momma. She was supportive, encouraging, and kind, always wanting the best for me. I will miss her terribly.

It was sad to take back this gift I had given her; the bent spine, the ruffled pages, the coffee stains, the love.

Losing

All this while also watching my health continue to deteriorate. What the hell is going on? Having more symptoms than a mythical medical school case study, I started to wonder if Dr. House was a real guy and how could I find him? I even made an appointment at the Mayo Clinic in Arizona. No doctor here has been able to get to the bottom of this medical mystery. They test for one or two things, find nothing, and then cite something lame like anxiety or psychological disorder. Don’t stretch your brain too far, Quincy.

Fortunately, I’m a determined Son of a B..eautiful woman who loved and cared for me teaching me resilience and perseverance. After a ‘breakthrough’, I have started improving. Theories as to why include a parasite or virus picked up on my travels to an environmental toxin somewhere in our home. Still inconclusive when it comes to the cause, the treatment I’m currently doing seems to be working. I’ve gone from feeling like I’m dying (seriously) with personality/ mood changes to having good days and seeing a return to my old self; a good thing for lovers of this amazing blog. I hope to share more specifics and the progress of my recovery over the next few months. Wish me luck and good fortune.

Looking Ahead

Now, it’s the battle to stay positive and find my old self; funny, playful, inquisitive, and ambitious. I’m looking ahead to again working on my first novel, returning to my work as a Registered Nurse, and taking further steps towards world domination… or whatever.

Words of Wisdom

1. Don’t give up on yourself. Sometimes, you might just have to find a different way or seek a new path to get there.

2. Always know that saying goodbye is hard… and part of life. Everyone in our lives will leave us… until the day comes when we leave them. Know it and live accordingly, embracing every great moment.

It’s great to be back writing and sharing my musings again, even if shorter than usual. I hope to be back on schedule with a monthly post, much to the relief of all my fan. It’s time for the ending jokes. I haven’t been in the most jocular mood over the last couple months, so the cupboard is a bit bare. This is the best I’ve got… but it will get better. Enjoy.

My nieces were recently involved in the play, Annie, which was running over a few days. The first evening I was asked if I wanted to go.

I said, “No, but I’ll go tomorrow.”

”Why not tonight? Why tomorrow?”

”Because I love tomorrow. It’s only a day away.”

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Conversation between my wife and I:

My wife: “You know you can’t just cite song lyrics as a punchline and call it a joke.”

Me: “Here’s something that you’re never gonna forget.… You ain’t seen nothing yet…bbbaby you just ain’t seen nothing yet.

My wife: ”Whatever”

Me: ”Girl, Don’t Go Away Mad. Girl, Just Go Away.”