Mom’s Latest Status

Pseudomonas aeruginosa

Pseudomonas aeruginosa

This post won’t be terribly long.

It’s been a while since I updated everyone on mom’s status.  There really hasn’t ben a lot to tell until now.

Mom has been in ICU for over two months now.  If you remember from my last post, Mom suffered a setback when the vac on her belly, meant to help close the wound, caused a rupture in her intestines.  She was doing great until that point.

She has been recovering from that ever since.  She has been in and out of consciousness, uncomfortable, scared, and not really retaining any memory from day-to-day.  She’s had a rough ride but, thankfully, she doesn’t remember most of it.

Last month they put a tracheostomy tube in her throat to help with the breathing.  She’s been bedridden so long that her weakened lungs were having a hard time feeding her body oxygen and she was stressing herself even further as she struggled for breath.  With the tracheostomy tube, the ventilator can breath for her and she can still be relatively awake and aware.  Before, she had the breathing tube inserted directly into her mouth and that forced the doctors to keep her sedated.

The longer my Mom is in the hospital, the greater the risk of her getting an infection.  So, not surprisingly, she got an infection about three weeks ago.  With a fever spiking over 103 it was serious.  When your body has an infection, the healing process for other wounds, like the wound on her belly, essentially stops as the body battles the infection.

Mom was put on three power antibiotics and an anti-fungal.  The cultures came back and the infection mom had was called pseudomonas aeruginosa.  According to Wikipedia, “the symptoms of such infections are generalized inflammation and sepsis. If such colonizations occur in critical body organs, such as the lungs, the urinary tract, and kidneys, the results can be fatal. Because it thrives on most surfaces, this bacterium is also found on and in medical equipment, including catheters, causing cross-infections in hospitals and clinics.”

You guessed it – Mom went septic and the infection was in her blood.  She’s been fighting that for three weeks now and it finally looks like she is starting to cross over on the other side of it.

Yesterday was her best day yet.  She was awake, aware, and able to communicate.  She is in considerable pain from her surgeries still, confused about why she has been in the hospital for so long, and irritable.  She wants out.

Her surgeon said that if she continues to stay infection-free, next week they will probably perform the skin graft necessary to complete her healing process.

Once that is successfully completed, she will essentially be healing and recovering her strength to go home as soon as she is able.  She’s still very weak, and is not out of the woods yet, but she is a fighter and she is slowly but surely fighting her way back to us.

Thank you all for asking, praying, and wishing her well.

Always Wear Jeans Under Chaps

This is just wrong (for a man)

This is just wrong (for a man)

I may take an 800-mile road trip on my bike in December.  My good buddy Ron just bought himself a new motorcycle and is coming down to visit me in December and we have tentatively decided I will meet him halfway and ride back with him..

If I do meet him halfway, I’ll need chaps to protect my legs and keep me warm on the ride.

I went to the Hot Leathers website, since I usually buy something from them in Daytona during Bike Week or Biketoberfest.  I saw plenty of chaps, but I was unsure what size to buy, so I sent a request into their support department.  A humurous woman named Sarah and I exchanged emails and I misunderstood what she was asking me at one point.

We finally got it sorted out, but I can imagine that Sarah at Hot Leathers got a chuckle out of this as I did.

The Email exchange went something like this:

BinaryBiker:  I need to buy some chaps for a winter ride but don’t really know what size will fit me.

HotLeathers: is your thigh measurement over a pair of jeans.

BinaryBiker: I am going to wear the chaps over a pair of jeans.  I suppose I could go commando underneath but I’m not sure other riders on the road would approve.

HotLeathers:  indeed pants underneath the chaps is a good idea!

 

An Ethical Hacking Debate

Ethical Hacking?

Ethical Hacking?

This blog post spurred a pretty lively debate between my wife and me.  I attempted to explain ethical hacking to her, my responsibilities to our son in encouraging his skills, and how ethical hackers help society as a whole.  This is why I love Carey so much, though – she is the best sounding board ever and she loves me so much she puts up with my constant stream of consciousness.

Enjoy!

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Carey: Hi

BinaryBiker: I just blogged.

Carey: Reading the blog now…Very nice, although I still say it is not nice.  He should play fair.

BinaryBiker: We have to encourage his initiative, intelligence, and drive – guide it and not squash it.  He truly hurts no one with this.

Carey: Not hurt per se, but everyone should have a fair chance to play the game as it was designed.  His rank will increase more rapidly than the others.  LOL

BinaryBiker: No need to “lol” – I know you don’t approve.  I thank you for supporting me, though, even if you don’t understand.

Carey: I absolutely like the creativity he shows.  I am torn, though, that is why I “lol”

BinaryBiker: If he were focused on rank I would have an issue with what he is doing.  He is doing it for the pure ability to be able to do it.

Carey: Yes, this is true.

BinaryBiker:  It’s how I learned my computer and technology skills.  At his age, you ALWAYS do it from a way to find advantage – usually for fun.  I turned out ok, right?  🙂

He explores the limits of technology.  It’s not about the other players for him, it’ s about learning the system, the boundaries , and what he can do to work around the system limitations.  This is the type of thinking that makes a great technologiest

Carey: Absolutely!

BinaryBiker: Remember the movie War Games? Where Joshua, the computer, has to play the game millions of times before he learns that the only way to win at thermonuclear war is to not play the game?
Carey: Yes.

BinaryBiker: Well, the computer is in the movie a lot like a child.  You can tell him the boundaries, spell them out for him.  But he doesn’t really know or understand them until he tries them for  himself.  What we “intuitively” know is actually a learned experience.  And it’s our job as parents to let our children find the boundaries safely.

Carey: Oh I get it.  You are beaming, aren’t you?

BinaryBiker: (grin) When it comes to technology – it’s different, though.  Right and wrong don’t apply in the way we think they do, traditionally.  Let’s use Christopher’s “lag switch” on Call of Duty as an example.  In the game it’s fair play – and he affected the fair play and created an unfair advantage for himself.

But the system or infrastructure that supports the game needs to be learned and understood.  And the only way to do that is to play with the operating parameters;  which affects everyone in the game.  Catch my drift?

Carey: Yes I do.  You don’t have to argue your point with me, honey.

BinaryBiker: I’m not arguing baby!  I guess I feel strongly about this and want to share my view.  Is that ok?

Carey: lol You know what I mean.  Of course you can share!

BinaryBiker: Because I have one more point to make.  Take a real-world scenario; the music studios put DRM on their CDs,  making it so you can’t copy your own music for backup. The “rules” are set.

Is it right or wrong to break them?  Is the hacker who broke the DRM good or bad?

Carey: I am torn with that as well.

BinaryBiker: OK – let’s take 1 last example.

Carey: lol OK………..

BinaryBiker: A department store collects credit card information online, but does a poor job of securing them.  (they shouldn’t even store them at all, but that’s a debate for another time).   A hacker , against the rules goes into the system, copies them, and shares them back with the department store saying “Look!  I found a hole!  You had better fix it.”  Is he good or bad?

Carey: As long as he doesn’t use the credit cards he is good.

BinaryBiker: Why?  How does THAT pass your moral filter?  He broke the rules of the site.  He abused the trust of web surfers and affected EVERYONE who uses the site, potentially.  Somehow this hacker does good in your brain where the others do not.

Carey:  No, I know he is doing wrong.  But he also did good by not harming anyone

BinaryBiker:  He did a bad thing for a good cause.  Hmmm.  The anti-hero.  He broke the rules to expose a greater potential problem.  So – can we consider it a moral OBLIGATION to ethically hack systems?

Carey: ahhhhhh!  You are trapping me!  I told you I am torn.

BinaryBiker: LOL  I’m not intentionally trapping you, princess.  But ask yourself this:  how do ethical hackers learn their skills?  They are certainly existing, by your own admission, on the fringes of right and wrong.  Just as Christopher is.

I can’t make him not go there – that fringe.  He is drawn to is, just as I was.  If I push he will just go straight for the WRONG side of things.  So I guide gently and help him make good decisions.  I help him understand that with great power comes great responsibility (thanks Ben Parker).

Carey: lol.  I love you.

BinaryBiker:  I love you more!

Passing the Technology Torch

My son added a lag switch for "creative gaming" purposes.

My son added a lag switch for "creative gaming" purposes.

My son, Christopher, is extremely tech savvy.  At 13-years-of-age:

  1. He’s very proficient with DOS batch programming.
  2. he’s already written multiple programs in VB.NET and in Visual Studio.
  3. He’s made a small side business of modifying XBox controllers, soldering on special chips and buttons to allow for rapid fire and different modes in different games.
  4. He routinely re-installs operating systems and is the “computer guru” for the family and his friends.
  5. He creates numerous game captures and does extensive video editing on his YouTube page.
  6. He runs cabling and wire within the house.  He can hook up TVs, stereo systems, home networks, etc.
  7. When he was learning to be an “ethical hacker” he wrote a phishing program in .NET that collected usernames and passwords from hundreds of users of an online virtual world called Habbo.

All in all, Christopher has an amazing ability with technology that surpasses my own.  When I was 13, I was building Morse-code generators, crystal diode radios, fiddling with my dad’s HAM radio, and trying to mod my Atari 2600 gaming system.

It’s no surprise that Christopher is doing more, and better, with today’s technology than I did as a youth.  I have passed the torch!  He embraces it and truly embodies the spirit of the modern Internet-based age.  I am so proud of him – but I’m also very committed that he takes his responsibilities seriously.  Ethical hacking is hacking not for personal gain or to harm others, but for the pure enjoyment of it or to help expose vulnerabilities that, left undetected, could harm others.  And that’s what Christopher does.

Yesterday Christopher asked me for a CAT5 cable and a spare light switch, both of which I keep in my tool chest.  In just a few minutes he had spliced the light switch into the CAT5 cable, effectively creating an on/off switch on the line.

He connected it between the XBox in the living room and the router.  He then fired up Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 and hosted a game.

You can imagine what happened next.  When a handful of others joined the game, Christopher would intermittently flip the switch, causing the other players to freeze, or “lag.”  This gave him time to run around, kill the frozen players in the game, and then retreat before turning the switch back on.

Of course, the other players had no idea what was going on – all they knew was they the connection slowed down and they were killed.  No one was harmed, it was fun, and we all got a good laugh out of it.  I can imagine that some were frustrated.

Some people have expressed concern that he is cheating and that by allowing him to continue I am setting a bad example.

Is Christopher cheating at the game?  Absolutely.

Is it criminal?  Absolutely not.

Will this behavior contribute to him being a delinquent?  No.  He is applying his technical skills in a way that he enjoys, is hurting no one, and is learning a lot as he goes.  Christopher has a great sense of fair play does not cheat anyone.  This is a safe outlet for his creative and technical skills.

Am I teaching him a bad lesson?  No.  He knows right from wrong.  And he knows degrees of right and wrong.  He knows that this “hack” of his is a cheat but he also knows that it causes absolutely no harm to anyone beyond temporary frustration.  The alleged victims can simply exit the game and join one of thousands of other hosts.

I, as his father, fully support him and am so proud of him for his intelligence and initiative.

The Problems with eBooks

The Barnes and Noble Nook

The Barnes and Noble Nook

I love my Nook.

I can, on my one device, store thousands of books.  I can shop for and purchase new books from anywhere I can get a cellular signal.  I can download hundreds of free books to read.

Before I purchased my nook, I was reading eBooks on my iPhone with both the Barnes and Noble app and the Kindle app.

Prior to that I would download from Project Gutenberg, download to my Treo, and read public domain books all day long.

I am a huge fan of electronic books.  They are convenient, sometimes cheaper than the printed alternative, and they are easier on the environment in the long run.  Especially for a book fanatic like myself who reads more than a dozen books each month.  My bookshelves, always straining from the overload, are thankful as well.  A single eReader contains my entire library.

As convenient as they are, though, they are not perfect.  I have some pretty significant issues with the current generation of eReaders.  Let me detail them to you:

  1. You can’t buy a specific book as a gift for someone.
    If I wanted to purchase the new Stephen Hawking book for my buddy, who has a nook or Kindle, I can’t do it.  I can buy a gift card that they can use for anything they want, but I cannot buy them an electronic version of the book.  One of the most beloved gifts in the world is the gift of a book – a specific book and not a gift card.  It shows that the person buying the book really wants you to read this specific book, that they thought of you when they bought it, and that somehow it is relevant to you and your life.
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  2. You can’t give a book away to a friend.
    I know that the nook has a new “Lend Me” feature, which allows you to loan a book to a friend for 14 days, but that’s not the same as gifting a book you have already read to a friend.   If I buy a printed book today, I could read it and then give it to a friend, permanently.   I have no way to do that with the eBooks I buy.  From a business perspective it’s great, because it means more sales over time, but it also prohibits adoption rates.
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  3. E-Book prices are still high
    The entire production printing costs of an e-book are gone.  They don’t exist.  Digital delivery of the book means no trees are killed.  The cost of paper, printing, ink, etc are all gone.  And yet, “paperback” book still cost the same.  if a paperback book at the store costs $7.99, it’s a fair bet that it will be $7.99 as an e-book.  That’s all pure profit for the publisher, who was already making money on the printed version.  Why should I save money only on “hardcovers?”  I should get a net savings on EVERY book I buy electronically.

e-Books are wonderful.  I love them and I wholly support them.  They technology is still maturing, though, and I know we have a few more generations before it really becomes a force to be reckoned with.  With the Kindle, nook, and iPad becoming affordable and ubiquitous, we will see the technology grow into what we accept it to be.

You get what you settle for; a saying that my father always quoted at me (oft-times to my frustration).  I want my ebooks to be just like a regular book.  They are mine, to give away or gift as I see fit.  Right now the technology limits my choices and I want change to happen.  I want to buy my sister a specific book for her Kindle.  I want to give a book way that I have read to a friend.  I want to pay less for my books.

What about you?

Ditching the Soda

Yes, you read the headline correctly; the Sparks household is officially soda-free.  It’s been a long time coming, but we’ve finally made the transition from sugary, caffeine-laced, unhealthy drinks to more healthy teas, juices, and lots and lots of water.

I grew up on soda.  Every week, my mother would buy a slew of 2-liter bottles of Coke or Pepsi for the house.  I always preferred Pepsi over Coke because it was sweeter – but Dr. pepper was my absolute favorite soft drink.  It’s no wonder that, as an adult, I craved my soda and refused to give it up.

Back in the day, when I was diabetic, I switched to diet sodas, but I still had to keep my soda fix.  I often joked that it would be easier to give me an intravenous drip of caffeine in my arm.  I, and my family, drank more soda than any other liquid.  We were addicted.  And make no mistake, it is addicting.  Withdrawing from soda has all the same symptoms as any drug withdrawal; the shakes, the cravings, the physical headaches, lethargy, and pains.  Soda is a legal drug – or rather caffeine is.

When I was diagnosed with my cancer I immediately quit drinking sodas.  When faced with a truly life-threatening disease, I suddenly found it very easy to give up my addiction to soda.  It’s been over two years, and I haven’t had any caffeine or sodas in all that time.  None.

Still, while it was easy for me to quit in the face of my cancer, the rest of the family didn’t have it so easy.  We kept buying the sodas every week.  The kids would get cranky and irritable if they didn’t have a soda when they came home from school.  They were listless and lethargic if they didn’t get a soda a couple of times a day.  We had to limit their intake and not let them drink soda after dinner so they could sleep.

Four weeks ago, I decided enough was enough.  My son complained that we ran out of sodas too soon in the week and I realized that their addiction was growing.

So I stopped buying soda.

The stunned disbelief was palatable the first week.  I was ignored by a surly son, pleaded to by a desperate daughter, and generally became the Bad Guy in the house.  I endured.

Now, a month later, we have finally accepted (as a family) our new no soda rule.  I still buy them a single soda when we go to a fast food restaurant if they want it, but even that is waning.  Initially it was a  life-saver for my caffeine-deprived children, but now they are at the point where they may or may not order a soda at a fast food restaurant.

I was a Bad Guy for a month, but the soda is gone.  I think we’ll be a healthier and happier family as a result.

Update on My Mother

Mom and Dad in Hawaii

Mom and Dad in Hawaii

It’s been a month since Mom went into the hospital.  I wrote a blog many of you enjoyed – describing her plight and why this dangerous surgery was necessary.   Since then, the ubiquitous Facebook updates I was posting have slowed down, but Mom’s care has been a constant roller coaster of good days and bad days.

Many of you have reached out to me, my father, sister, brother, and uncle for status updates.  Others of you have offered support, prayers, and well-wishes for her speedy recovery.  Thank you all for caring so much about my mom.

The last month has been, as I said above, a roller coaster of ups and downs.  I’ll take a few moments and give you the high level history and current situation.  I’m going to keep it very dispassionate, though – this blog isn’t about the roller coaster of emotions the entire family has been through – it’s just a status update.  You can imagine the emotional strain this has put on the entire family and this isn’t the forum to share those emotions with you.

After her original surgery, Mom went right to ICU for recovery.  The surgeon removed most of her colon and attached it directly to the rectum, made room in her body cavity, and completely and 100% closed mom up.

We were so excited when we saw her that evening in ICU.  She had such a flat belly and, once recovered she would have easily been as flat as she is in the picture above.

Unfortunately that wasn’t how she ended up.  The pressure inside her body cavity was too great.  Her body cavity was too small to hold everything because her liver is enlarged and her body cavity had shrunk in the past 8 years.  Her kidneys couldn’t function and the surgeon was forced to go back in three days later and “open her up” to relieve the pressure.

Opening her up immediately relieved the pressure and her kidneys began to function again.  She was still 5 times smaller in the belly than she had been before the surgery and she still looked great.  We were very happy.

A series of synthetic mesh and skin grafts were placed over her abdomen to close her up.  A “vac” was put on her abdomen to, through pressure, close her remaining open hole and force the healing process to proceed.

While that was happening, mom had some issues with her blood pressure and respiration.  It took a week or so for the doctors to find the perfect mix of medicines to stabilize her blood pressure.  Mom was sedated most of this time.

Finally, Mom started waking up.  She was hallucinating a lot.  She was in terrible pain.  The doctors had removed the breathing tube and she was breathing on her own.  Because she was breathing on her own they could only provide so much pain relief –  too much pain management would force them to put her back on the breathing tube; she would be too sedated to breathe properly on her own.

So Mom battled the pain, and it was unlike any pain she had ever had.  She was brave, she endured, but her pain was so intense that often she slipped into hallucinations.

But she was getting better!  The physical therapists were coming in daily to help her move on her own.  They got her out of the bed and into a chair for a couple of days.  They started feeding her again – she was drinking nutrient shakes and ice chips and drinking water.  Her bowels were working.  She was talking, making phone calls.  She was so so very weak and the pain consumed her, but in her better moments she was lucid and able to interact with us all.

It looked like mom was well and truly on the road to recovery.

And then the worst happened.  The pressure from the “vac” was so great that it pulled her intestines into the mesh and caused them to rip – creating a small fistula which put stool and bile into her body cavity.

She got an infection.  Her breathing started suffering.  The surgeon quickly removed the vac, cleaned her up, and put her on heavy duty antibiotics to combat what looked to be an onset of sepsis.  Yes, if you read the original blog, this is VERY familiar to you.

Fortunately the infection was caught early and handled effectively.  Her breathing, however, did not get any better.  The issue is the fact that she has to clear the congestion from her airways and lungs.  In order to clear the congestion,she needs to cough.

You try to cough without using your abdominal muscles.  You can’t; it’s impossible.  And therein lies the problem.  Mom has been on her back for so long, with no ability to clear her airways or lungs, that she is very congested and at high risk for pneumonia right now.

If mom gets pneumonia, there is a very real chance that she won’t have the strength to fight it.  That leads us to today.  Today, the surgeons decided that the only way to avoid pneumonia is to insert a tracheotomy tube into mom.  With a trach, they can clear her airways and remove the congestion.

So, mom has had the breathing tube put back in again – they need it for the small surgery to insert the tracheotomy tube.  As soon as the surgeon is ready this afternoon they will perform the procedure to insert the tube.

The tube is the only thing that will enable her to breathe easily and avoid further complications.

How long will mom be in the hospital?  We don’t really know – but it’s a good guess that she’ll be here at LEAST another month and probably more.  I’ll be surprised if she is home by Thanksgiving.

She’s going strong.  She’s a fighter and she is the strongest woman I have ever known.  I know you are all worried about her; I am too.  Take heart in knowing that she is getting the best medical care she can possibly get, that she wanted to do this, and that she stronger than anyone ever suspected.  That’s all I’ll say about that – this is not supposed to be an emotional blog.

I’ll continue to blog and post updates on Facebook.  Thanks, everyone, for the well-wishes and prayers.

One Bright Morning in the Middle of the Night

When I was a kid, I learned a poem that was, to me, pure genius.  I vaguely remember repeating it every day, several times a day, when I was in third or fourth grade.  Then, one day, I stopped repeating it.  It had grown old, overused, and was no longer witty to me.  Or, perhaps, I simply outgrew it.

Yesterday, as I was driving my nephews to school, the poem suddenly popped into my mind.  I don’t know what triggered the memory, but suddenly I was taken back to my days as a school kid and that poem.  I found myself repeating the poem out loud, much to the delight of my nephews, who had never heard it before.  It goes something like this:

One bright morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys rose up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came and killed those two dead boys
If you don’t believe this lie is true
ask the blind man, he saw it too!

I loved that poem when I was a kid, and I found a certain joy in suddenly remembering it and passing it on to the new generation.  I did some research today and realized that I learned a bastardized version of the original poem.

Silly, I know, but it’s a clever poem, and I loved it as a kid.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did (and still do!)

United HealthCare & Florida Hospital Dispute Almost Cancels My PET Scan

Florida Hospital

I had my six-month PET scans this morning.  If these scans come back clean, I will officially be two years into remission.  I am, as you can imagine, terribly anxious to get the results.  I should get a call from my doctor’s office tomorrow with the result.  Until then, I will be one big bundle of anxiety.

The scans almost didn’t happen.  My cancer treatments have always been managed by the Florida Hospital Cancer Institute.  My health insurance is through United HealthCare.  For months, they have been in serious contract dispute.  Of course the dispute was about money and not the quality of the care patients receive.  How much can Florida Hospital charge for services to UHC?  How much will UHC actually cover?  Yesterday’s negotiated rates were up for renewal and each side was trying to squeeze the most out of the other.

If they couldn’t reach an agreement, over 400,000 UHC policy holders in Florida would be forced to pay out-of-network premiums for all services rendered by FL Hospital.

United Healthcare

The deadline came. . . and passed.  No agreement.  A 30-day extension was granted so they could continue negotiations.  September 14th, 11:59pm, was the new deadline.

My scans were scheduled for September 16th, 9:00am.  If the two corporations couldn’t come to an agreement I would have to find all new cancer doctors, not part of the FL Hospital network, to continue my cancer care.

Fortunately, the agreement was reached about 2:00am, hours after the deadline.  I was able to get my PET scans.

I blogged six months ago about the PET Scan Routine.  If you’re interested in exactly what happens when you get a PET scan, read that blog.

Anyway, I sure am glad that I don’t have to shop around for new doctors.  As most cancer patients and survivors can attest, we tend to form very personal and intimate relationships with our doctors.  Once you find a doctor you can communicate with, trust, and work with you tend to latch on and not let go.  Just so with me.

My doctors are fantastic:

Dr. Philip Dunn

Dr. Philip Dunn

Dr. Philip Dunn is my medical oncologist.  He coordinated my chemotherapy.  I see him every few months; he manages my blood counts, the thyroid issues that arose as a result of my treatment, and has the best dry sense of humor of any doctor I have ever met.   He was the first doctor to congratulate me after my first set of clean scans and looked me in the eye and said “We can go another 38 years without cancer in your body and I’ll be very happy.”

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Dr. David Diamond

Dr. David Diamond

Dr. David Diamond is my radiation oncologist.  In addition to the 7 weeks of radiation therapy, he coordinated my entire cancer regime.  He is the central point for all of my doctors.  He scheduled my PET scans and compiled the notes from all the doctors.  He is the first person I call if I ever have a question.  He managed the morbidity of my radiation treatments, including the insertion of the PEG tube in my belly for nutrition when I lost the ability to swallow.  He is a great doctor and we chat about a lot of things every time I visit.  We had a lengthy discussion about the movie “Inglorious Basterds” during my last visit.

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Dr. Henry Ho

Dr. Henry Ho

Dr. Henry Ho is my surgeon.  Actually another doctor in the practice, Dr. Lee, was my surgeon but he moved to Texas and Dr. Ho picked up my care.  It was the office of Dr. Ho that first diagnosed me with cancer.  Dr. Ho has a very easygoing manner that makes me feel comfortable every time I visit him.  He checks my throat for cancer, inspects my entire sinus cavity, and coordinates with the rest of the team who handles my care.  I can’t say I have as close a relationship with Dr. Ho as I do with my other care providers, but that’s because Dr. Ho didn’t come into the game for me until I was already on my road to recovery.  Dr. Lee was my initial surgeon and was the doctor who started me on the road of cancer survivorship.

And that’s why it’s so important to me to keep my doctors, people.  I’ve been with Dr. Ho for over a year now, but he just isn’t as close to me as the others are.  Not because he is less of a doctor – in fact Dr. Lee told me time and again Dr. Ho should do my surgery because he was so much more experienced than himself.  I opted for Dr. Lee to do the surgery because I had a relationship with him and we had established trust.

The fear of losing my doctors has been driving me batty for weeks.  All of my doctors are part of the Florida Hospital network and I would have been forced to abandon all of the if the agreement hadn’t been reached.

I’m glad the dispute is over – but I am angry at the system that allowed over 400,000 people to get so close to losing coverage and trusted doctors.

Biker Etiquette

Biker Wave

You’ve all seen it; two motorcyclists driving past each other on a roadway acknowledge and wave to each other as they pass.  It’s usually a below-the-shoulder hand meant to acknowledge the other rider, affirm a common bond as motorcycle aficionados, and a well-meaning wish to “keep the rubber side down,” or “ride safe.”

It’s near universal; every biker does it.  Except in Florida.

In Florida, there is a subset of bikers who form cliques where the clique rules don’t allow them to wave at other bikers who don’t ride the exact same kind of bike they ride.  Crotch-rockets will only wave to other riders of crotch-rockets.  Harley-Davidson riders will wave only to other Harleys.

It’s weird; when John and I rode to Kentucky earlier in the summer all bikers, regardless of the kind of bike they rode, were respectful and courteous to each other and they all observed the social conventions that bikers share.  Namely, they all waved as they rode past.

Why is Florida different?  Why do we have strange, elite, biker groups?  The only answer I have is that in Florida, more than most states, bike choice is also a cultural indicator and, in Florida, cultural boundaries are more prominent than other states because of the sheer diverse population we have.

You know the clichés.  They wouldn’t be cliché if there weren’t some element of truth to them:

  • Hispanics favor the crotch rocket.
  • Young riders favor the crotch rocket.
  • Mid-life Crisis people prefer a Harley and all the gear
  • Rednecks prefer the Harley and no extra gear.

The list goes on – but you get my meaning.  Bike choice, in Florida, is often an indicator of social or cultural status.

This makes me sad – that bikers would prejudice themselves against or ignore other bikers based on what kind of bike they ride.  That sweeping judgments against an entire class of riders are made because of what they choose to ride.

Riding a motorcycle has always been a form of brotherhood for those of us who ride.  I hate the fact that this brotherhood is cheapened by prejudice in Florida.