THE THRESHOLD OF AUTUMN

 

Not in the mood to expound today. Autumn is here, but it will pass too quickly like all good things.

I was cautiously optimistic last week, with five days of radiation therapy. It was really wonderful to get out of physical therapy prison and actually see the real world every day of the week.

On Friday (yesterday) we left very early, before dawn. The driver had to pick up Martha, the nurse. Then we had to bring a very elderly woman with us to Cookeville. She was in her 90s.

With my myopic eyes (still don't have any glasses) I watched the sunrise out the window. Always a great soothing treasure to behold.

Cookeville Medical Center was extremely busy Friday. After radiation, had to wait a very long time to see a doctor. My oncologist wasn't there so I saw another doctor. He sais if the bleeding doesn't stop, we can call and they will arrange more radiation.

Very early this morning (here back at Signature) while two nurses were doing my routine wound care, the bleeding started again. My minimal optimism vanished.

Did the radiation fail to work........or does it take a few more days? This is ruining my initial plans. 

I can't keep waiting around for a miracle.

I can't go home with a hemorrhaging arm. I can't spend the rest of my life getting radiation.

I curse the ##@**##@* FOOL who botched my biopsy last April. If she didn't hit an artery I wouldn't be in this helluva mess. I've suffered enough.

Let's change the subject.

Instead of bombarding you with my seemingly endless AI (artificial intelligence) images, I'll plague you with my real genuine photos. You've probably seem most of them.......but don't complain. They're worth seeing again.

I bought this place in October, 2014 - - eleven years ago. My objective was to live in a rural area, with privacy and peace.  Rural living has complications and assorted unexpected compromises - - but I have no regrets.

The previous owners were the King family, whose ancestors lived around here for untold generations. This is known as King Mountain. 

Two acres at the edge of the forest. In fact, the forest begins only about a few yards from my bedroom.

These photos were taken on my property last year and the year before. And I'm not going to be coy.

I'm glad the place is mine.

The top photo is one of my favorites. The colors are beautiful.

The narrow road winding past my property.

A brief glimpse of the gravel driveway leading into the place.

My car by the garage. I no longer drive now - - with no regrets.

A haphazard glimpse of the cow/cattle pasture, at the edge of my property.

My neighbors and the extended pasture, photos taken several years ago.

The side of my tiny humble home.

Trees, a few feet from my bedroom.

Tree in back "yard"

Front porch

Front "yard"

Back yard woods

Morning fog

Sunset over front yard

Jon ❤️ home is where the heart is....

only a few glimpses

One more thought -

I'm going to be brutally honest. I already established the fact that I'm going to bleed to death....and never see my home again.

I am cursed. To hell with prayers.   J.