The sequel Episode ten 2009 and ending in 2010
August 1st, 2009 Doug Hebbard is a young 32 year old firefighter and in great shape. After radiation and surgery Doug beat a stage II colon cancer. He has a permanent colostomy bag and is back working as a firefighter. Doug is a great inspiration to anyone starting the journey of cancer. He was a young good-looking man and still is. You have to check out his Colondar page for your self.
Put in photo of Doug Hebbard
August 5th, 2009 Wednesday afternoon I’m ending my workday with a T’ai Chi class. My lovely wife Marjorie has been in the class for years. Now every T’ai Chi class I have one of the student’s warm up the class with a Chi Kung exercise or two, or twenty. When the warm ups are done I get up out off my butt and conduct the class. In an hour the class is over and Marjorie and I go home. What a great life I have.
To night I got an idea. Marjorie and I are going to stop for a bite to eat somewhere, Marjorie wants a cosmopolitan, and I would like a green apple martini. Patrick’s pub is on our way home and a great place to stop, eat, and drink. Marjorie had a chicken sandwich and a glass of red wine. I had a hamburger and a tall dark draft beer. We’re not big drinkers. So much for our mix drinks. Marjorie can only handle one drink and after my liver cancer I can only have one drink a day. I’m thinking every week from now on Marjorie and I are going to have a date night I’m only putting in one date night a month. You can use your imagination for the weeks I skipped.
Life after cancer has change a lot of things for me. It’s not just the drinking (although I don’t mind one drink a day) many days I don’t have an alcoholic drink at all. Sometimes a week or more will go by between drinks. There is no white water rafting in my plans either. I sold my motorcycle and snowmobile. I’m not climbing a mountain on the hardest trail. I now want a flat path something a wheelchair can roil down. Whenever I run it’s to a bathroom there is no more road racing running up a mountain side, I once ran up Mount Washington with two friends just to say we did it. Now if I’m crossing the road and a car is coming a little skip is more that I would like to do. Forget running up a flight of steps, I could have been a steep runner, I think that’s what runners are called that run up the steep in a ski scraper. When I travel, and I do travel a lot, I stop at every rest area on the highway for a bathroom break. It’s my new life, but I really don’t mind. Any life after cancer is better than dying from cancer. As I think about dying. I think I’d like too live to be 120 years old like the Yellow Emporia did back in 2,783 Bc. If I follow in his footstep I know I can match his longevity.
Marjorie and I are going to have old fashion road trip. We are going south for a short weekend to Philadelphia. Allen and Judy have been after us to come down for a long time. Now what’s in Philly? I remember something about a bell. Was it a southern bell, a pretty girl I’m looking for? No I don’t think that ‘s right. Is their bats in a bell free I have to find? That can’t be right either. I loved bell-bottom jeans back in the sixties. Are we going shopping for some bell-bottom pants? I have been told when the bell tolls, the bell tolls for the, the what? What could Philadelphia have in common with a bell? I got it check out this bell.
This is the most famous bell in America the Liberty bell. Well worth the trip when you ring the bell it sounds like a piece of steal you just hit with a hammer. No ringing at all. The crack does look cool. When in Philadelphia what do you eat? A Philly steak and cheese on a sub roil of course. We asked Allen and Judy where is the best steak and Chesses sandwich shop is in Philly? Allen and Judy both said in unison Stave’s is the best place to go. Their are two more famous pleases to go to, but they are only famous because of their location.
August 2009 my father in law just told me I have to find my target audience and zero in on it. I believed I was writing for my self. Who is my target audience anyway? Is it someone with colorectal cancer as I had? What about every other form of cancer? Can someone that knows someone with cancer get something out of my writing? Why can’t anyone reading my story come away with something? Can’t someone reed my story just for fun? I have been haveing fun writing my history of the past 8 years and 75 days. If I decide to write my story for a certain person who should it be? Do I have to change all my writing over to fit a narrow narrative? This sounds like work to me. When this story turns in to work I ‘m going to stop writing. I think I’ll skip over this target audience stuff all together. My target audience is going to be me.
My wife Marjorie originally wrote a three-page story about my cancer and the treatments I underwent. It was Molly McMaster asking for a short autobiography for my sister-in-law Nancy’s application to put me in Mollies calendar of colon cancer survivors that got me started. My original thought was, why do I have to write a story for Nancy to put me in Molly’s calendar? I had no intention of writing this over the top book. I still do not know why anyone would pay for any of my words of my wit. When I started writing my version of the three pages it was not a story. It wasn’t even a statement. I know I got carried away. I’ve written well over 130,000 words and I added in around 500 photographs. My local doctor told me I have a story to tell. I think he might be a little local and need a doctor of his own. I know he doesn’t even know what I’ve written about him. I wonder if he knows my son David is a doctor, of your brain.
August 2009 I’m cooking at a party at Madam Jacqueline Evelyn Shapiro Shulman and Jimmy Merritt Shulman house. I’ve been cooking for years and this year is no exception. The weekend starts with a visit to Shadow-box a comedy show where I got a photograph with the first Play Boy Centerfold Marilyn Monroe.
This was an original Woodstock sign back in 1969. Not really! Marjorie and I went to a Woodstock reunion concert and were told we could have an old sign. When we drove to Jacqueline and Jimmy’s house we just put the roiled up poster in the back seat. I think I cooked for 300 people over the weekend
September 1st, 2009 Greg Hunt had almost the same cancer as I had. My cancer was where my colon and rectum came together. Greg’s cancer was in his rectum only. We both had the cancer spread to our liver. We both were told we had stage four cancers. And we both beat it. Cool for both of us.
Put on photo of Greg Hunt
September 2nd, 2009 remember the bar Marjorie and I stopped at last month. We were thinking of going out every Wednesday afternoon after the T’ai Chi class. And we did to a different bar every week. I’m only adding in a few of our favorite places. The Cork and Hearth restaurant is with in walking distant from our house and we never stopped in for a drink only for a great meal. Marjorie and I drive by this bar every day when we go to Pittsfield to work or play and when we drive home. To day we are going to stop in for a bite and beer.
September 2009 Marjorie and I are driving out to Niagara Falls in New York State. My cousin David Bonnevie lives out their some place I hear his father my uncle Reginald Bonnevie is staying with David for a while. I’ve called David and he told me to call him when I arrive in Niagara Falls.
No matter where I go I can find a beautiful place to practice a form or two. This is a T’ai Chi form taught to me by Ninth degree Master Black Belt John Fritz.
This is a group of men that should be lock up in a jail somewhere. The cops just have to catch us. On the left is Frank Elzeard Bonnevie junior your fabulous story-writer. My father’s brother, my uncle Reginald Bonnevie. And his son David Bonnevie. Shortly after I wrote this story concerning our three-day weekend visiting David and his father in Niagara Falls. My uncle Reginald pas-a-way. He was the last of the Bonnevie Boys of my father generation. Now David all the cousin and I are the next generation of old folks. Remember when you were a kid and your father and his brother were all the old realities? Now we are the next generation of old people. I don’t feel old. I wonder what the kids to day think of us
I realize if I was called an apprentice with all my writing. That would be an accomplishment of a higher degree than all my Shaolin Kempo Karate Master Black Belts combined. No mater how many Fifth Degree Master Black Belt front punches, kicks, or Shaolin Kempo Karate forms I do like Five Dragons Facing The Four Winds,or As Master David Shirley told me the form that depict my movements the best Invincible Wall. I think of myself always as a beginner in my writing. A few years ago I decided to go back to school. All the classes I enrolled in had a writing component. First I had a writing class to polish up on some basic writing skills. I have been out of college since the late seventies. And I needed some polishing. I have been told the wax I used must have been from the seventies. It’s time for some new wax. I get it no one thinks I’m a great writer. I’m thinking, do I have too be a great writer? I’m having a tremendous amount of fun making up stories in my mind about my time with cancer. I only have to please myself.
For 6 or 7 years at Berkshire Community College I wrote every week on what ever subject the teacher wanted. One of the greatest teachers at Berkshire Community College in Pittsfield Massachusetts is Miss. June Tulley. One day in her history class she asked how the events we were studding 2,000 years ago still affects our lives to day. She got me thinking how can I relate to an event 2,000 years ago too my life to day? With a little work I was able to connect my family tree too Charlemagne King of the Holy Roman Empire. Than back to Clodius King of the West Franks Empire on the banks of the Volga River between the Black and Caspian Sea. This was the area of the Russia Capital way back in the year 6. Clodius would be my Great Great grandfather 73rd, generation ago. That right I’m related to a king.
According to the Aquarian gospel Jesses Christ did visit every village. Being kids, could Jesses have played with Clodius my Great Great 73 Greats Grandfather ago? They might even have invented the game of Base Ball. There is a lot of debate as to whom and when the game of Base Ball was first played. Was it Abbner Double Day that lived in Coppers Town New York that in vented the game of Base Ball? He has been given a lot of created for inventing the game. In Pittsfield Massachusetts my hometown a law was passed to stop all the boy from playing Base Ball in the common. It seems occasionally the ball was breaking the windows in City Hall. The date of the Law dates back decades before Abbner Double Day was first know to have played the game. Did someone in Pittsfield invent the game of Base Ball? I’m thinking my Grandfather Clodios and Jesses could have invented the game of Base Ball way back in the year 6. Kids do play with each other. This is a possibility. I never said it really happen. I said it might have happen. I got an A + for the paper, and an A + in her class. As a matter if fact I had a perfect 4.0 average in Berkshire Community College. Whenever you have to write a paper if you can add in a little truth in the paper. As in Abbner Double Day did live in Coppers Town New York. Charlemagne was King of the Holy Roman Empire. And the Aquarian gospel did have Jesses Christ visiting every village. You can now add in some Bull larky and get away with it. Here is the fun part when you add in your personal pieces of your life. Make sure you say something like this could have happen, or I think this might have happen like this. This way you are not telling a-big lye. After discovering this way of writing every assignment was easy and fun to write. And yes I was than, and still am full of cow manure.
I did not intend to write a book and I do not intent to write another book. My wife and kids couldn’t stand the editing this book. Never mind editing another book for me. This story is about my life as I survived cancer, not how good of a writer I have become. All the writing, in all the stories you’re reading is just a small portion of the thing I did to survive my cancer. While cancer is the guiding theme of this story I am sooooooo much more than a cancer victim. As a matter of fact I do not conceder myself to be a victim at all. I’ve had the opportunity is experience cancer and all it’s treatments. When I talk to some starting their journey I have some insights that no one standing on the out side can come close to understanding. I have been given a gift. And I am truly blessed. I always believed if I keep myself busy with everyday activities I would not only beat this horrendous disease I would come out a better person. After reading my entire story you can decide for your self. How good of a writer I have become and if I am in fact a better person because of cancer.
I keep writing looking for the ideal phrase or paragraph with the right phrasing to convince you and anyone reading my story I have a stroke of brilliance with my pen in my stories. I keep wondering if there is something I can say to keep you and me captivated with my life with cancer. If I can write a phrase in my next sentence that might surprise you, then maybe you might be a little more inquisitive as to what I might say in the next paragraph. I know I have made fun of just about everyone I wrote about in my narrative. That’s just who I am. I used humor everyday to change my mind from wow is me, to this is not so bad, to this is cool. When ever a friend came over to see me. I always said this chemotherapy is easy. I feel awesome. No matter how sick I felt. I heard an old saying when you cry you cry alone. I would fake feeling good in front of everyone every time one of my friends would come over to see me. It was better than sitting alone.
I am not writing this book because my time with cancer needs to be written for the world to reed. I’m writing this book for myself. As I look at this story of my life over the last eight years and 75 days completing my journey was never a question in my mind. This writing does not put and end to my travels. It allows me to move on as a cancer survivor. I am not a victim of a terrible disease. I am a survivor of a terrible disease. Anyone reading the chronicle of my life, if you’re challenged with cancer or any life changing turn of events in your life. I encouraged you to get up every day and do something anything. I believed you have to think like a survivor too be a survivor. I really believe it all starts with your perspective. I am bigger than cancer, you are bigger than cancer, and cancer will never be bigger than you or me. I keep focused on the journey I was on with my family. The stories I chose to include in my narrative were a big part of my life. I felt keeping my mind engaged in some form of a daily exercise. Would not only take my mind off having cancer. It would add to my bodies’ strength to defeat my cancer. I never wanted to sit home and cry to bad for me. Maybe that’s why I’m still here.
September 2009 We are off on another cruse. I forgot where this place is. Who cares, it was fun running around the home-land of some past extinct civilization.
This is the best place to work on my forms. The hot sand beneath my feet. This feels so good. Now I have to choose a form. No matter what form I do everyone watching will think it looks cool. I can make a mistake, mix two forms together, or just concoct movies together and everyone that will come up to me always says I don’t know what your doing but it looks good. Or what you just did looks fun.
October 1st, 2009 Danielle Riplley was just 17 years old when she was told she had colon cancer. This does not seem fair. She should be out with her friends having fun. Not worrying about stupid cancer.
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October 7th, 2009 The Pho Saigon is the best Vietnamese chow in western Massachusetts. Tonight they will have the glory of Marjorie and my present. In the 1960th, I never dreamed of eating Vietnamese food. Time heals all wounds and now I love their food. And the people that run the restaurant have become great friends.
October 2009 every month I try to think of something different to write. I do some of the same things all the time. I’m just a victim of my own bad habits. I teach Karate, Kung Fu and T’ai Chi, I have gone on one cruse after another, I travel all over America, and France. Look out Europe Marjorie and I are planning an all summer long trip to Europe. What can I say that I have not said all ready? I just realized it. I have not put in a story about any trips to Africa. Africa is not part of Europe. I was a little sick when Marjorie and I took this little trip. Now you get a quick look at our North Africa excursion to the country of Algiers. The town is also called Algiers, the hotel is called the Casablanca. Does any of this writing ring a bell? Remember Katherine Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart? They acted in a movie called Casablanca. This is the hotel look on the front door you can read the name of the hotel. I thought I had a photograph of the piano where Katherine Hepburn said “I love that song, play it again sam”, but I can’t fine the photo.
This is the original boat the African Queen where Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn road out the storm. Some how the boat looked bigger in the movie.
Sometimes I can’t believe how this book evolved. Do you believe in evaluation? It’s not a hard question either you know it, or you don’t. If you do believe in God not evaluation and if you’re right and there is a God when we both die you can walk up to me and say I told you so. And if I’m right, I guess neither of us will ever know.
November 1st, 2009 Todd Colitti had a stage four-colon cancer and his story is very similar to mine. I could use a lot of his story as my story just change his name to mine. I met Todd and his wife Tammie at the photo shoot for the 2011 Colondar. Remember the reason for this story you’re reading? I am now Mr. July in the 2011 Colondar. Todd and Tammie are the cooks for the weekend. There must be 35 or 40 people at Mollies parents home for the weeklong photo shoot. Everyone must eat, and Todd and Tammie feed us all very well.
Put in photo of Todd Colitti
November 4th, 2009 The Dakota Restaurant is one of my favorite places to eat. I always get the prime rib. Even if all I want is a snack. This way I always get too bring home a doggie bag. I’ll have a great meal for work the next day. Most days Marjorie and I get the salad bar. Most salad bars I really don’t like. Dakota is the exception. They have one of the best salad bars around. Before we have our salad they always bring over some bread. This is also some of the best bread I’ve ever eaten. It’s dark bread made in their kitchen with molasses and wheat flower. It one of the healthiest bread you can eat. When you’ve eaten half your salad and before the meal comes my father in law Erving taught me to ask for some more bread, which the watress always bring over. Even if you don’t want any more bread ask for some more. After eating the some of the bread and Salad I’m always full and I have a king cut of Prime rib coming. The extra bread, and the prime rib always go’s in to a doggie bag. Now you know why I ask for more bread.
November 2009 this is my first book and most likely going too be my last. An advanced writer might laugh and laugh out loud at all my writing. I’m all right with that. I’m not trying to be a great writer. I’m trying to write a story so I have a better understanding of my journey with cancer. I was a beginner with cancer and I’m a beginner in my writing. Most people with cancer reading my story might also be a beginner with cancer. I am one with you. We are on this journey together. You and me. The fact that I’m writing this book means I’ve beaten my cancer. Other wise there would not be a book at all, as I would not be here to write it. I beat my cancer with an attitude of a Martial Artiest. I never quit. I really believe I would beat this cancer and live to be 120 years old as the Yellow Emperor did back in 2,783 B C.
November 13th, 2009 Friday night clinic with a special guest Master Fred Villari. What a great bunch of guys every one is tossing each other around the room. And no one is tossing me anywhere. When it’s my turn I’m calmly fling someone around with no trouble. I hope Master Villari is looking at me now.
December 1st, 2009 Karen Bjornland is a great choice to end the year with. I’m a sucker for a pretty smile, and she has a beautiful smile. Now you know one of the reasons I fell in love with my wife Marjorie. She has a gorgeous smile.
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December 7th, 2009 The Lion’s Den in Stockbridge Massachusetts gets Marjorie and me for the night. We are just having a sandwich and a beer. We are not looking to get drunk, that’s not the idea. And we are not staying out all night long. The idea is to go out and experience the Berkshire like a tourist. It’s our date night out. People come from all over the world to experience the life stile in western Massachusetts. And we live here. Everything tourists comes here and it’s in our back yard. We hardly ever drive any place in southern Berkshires in the summer. In the winter when the pain in the neck tourist leave almost all the restaurants have a two fur. Two meals for the price of one. That’s when we go out and take advantage of all the Berkshire has to offer.
December 25th, 2009 Christmas if you read the last nine years you know I go over the top with all my shopping. This year is no exception.
December 31st Marjorie birthday if she was born in 194?????. That will make her 39 years old. Did I do my math right? I’m planning a quite dinner just the two of us. That’s all you have too know.