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Cecil Scaglione, Editor

Scary Day …

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… yesterday . Bev had terrible time trying to breathe early in morning but improved as the day progressed. Calling for more shots of morphine. The hot-and-humid monsoon weather isn’t helping. Plan to discuss steps-to-come with hospice and long-term-care insurance folks in next few days.

Interesting to note she’s monitoring her own progress in this blog — so, if anyone has a response, they can do so here and she’ll see it.

Mike called before his trip: he’s flying to Toronto tomorrow for Lou’s b’day Thursday, Scaglione tribe picnic Saturday in Hamilton and gathering at Lou’s place next Sunday. Then it’s train to Windsor and final-day with a long-time friend in Ann Arbor the day before he leaves and gets back to Detroit airport two weeks from now. Lou called and he’s getting ready for the visit and the weekend activity. He and Jean are sked to be here in a month. We’re both looking forward to that, Bev much more so to chats with Jean and Lou.

 

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July 15, 2018 at 4:09 pm

Six Minutes that Changed my Life

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The Windsor Star was considered one of the best — if not the best — Canadian newspaper outside of Toronto at the time. Our downtown office overlooked the mile-wide Detroit River separating us from downtown Detroit.

I had been there less than a year when I bashed out some words to show the city editor what a waste of time it had been to assign a photographer and me to cover a God-knows-what-it-was-about conference on a topic no one gave a lick about at a local college. My chore was to write down the names, addresses, titles, etc. of photographed subjects. While we corralled them, I got conversation going by asking what the heck these people did and who wrote the bafflegab in the pile of papers shoved at me as we entered the conference hall.

While waiting for photos to be developed back at the office, I spun a sheet of copy paper into my typewriter and pounded out a piece on how stupid the whole thing sounded as I copied titles I didn’t understand taken at random from that bundle of papers I hauled back to the office. I flipped the copy onto the city editor’s desk on my way to the can and to get a cup of coffee, in that order. The writing exercise took almost six minutes.

As I ambled by the city editor on the way back to my desk, I heard him snicker. He never chuckled or laughed or guffawed – he snickered. He said, “Scag, this is pretty good,” and tucked it into the pneumatic tube that whooshed it up to the composing room to be set in type. The story ran word-for-word just as it was bashed out, wrapped around a small box explaining there was this strange conference in town. For some reason, we never ran a photo.

Several months later, the city editor called me to his desk and said he’d just learned the essay had won a major Canadian journalism award for humorous writing. It took a bit of time for both of us to recover from being pleasantly agape. That win vaulted me to the top tier of newspaper, magazine, radio and television news gatherers and writers on both sides of the river. Job offers began fluttering in by phone, letter, telegram and impromptu conversation. Those six minutes enabled me to pick the spots I wanted from then on where and when I wanted them. My first hop was to the Detroit News – the largest afternoon daily in the U.S. at the time.

This is the Windsor Star piece that opened that door.

 

 

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July 14, 2018 at 6:16 am

Bev enjoyed . . .

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. . . the kids’ and grandkids’ visit to watch the July 4 fireworks from our third-floor balcony.

The show was a bit disappointing because the sparkling showers were nowhere near as robust as last year’s, which had prompted the suggestion they come here to view the kaleidoscopic displays here this year.

No matter, the visit was grand and everyone enjoyed the buffalo wings. Shot several buffalo – they looked like bison — earlier in the day for their wings and added sauces to please everyone’s taste – Melia’s, Dean’s, Heather’s, Steve’s, Bev’s and mine.

AND, Steve installed an air-deflector over the bedroom air vent before he and Dean re-connected our desktop computers with our printer, which had refused to talk to them after some sort of electrical glitch late last week.

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July 5, 2018 at 10:48 pm

They Threw Me Out of . . .

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. . . the bridge club here because I kept asking “What’s Trump?.”

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July 5, 2018 at 7:43 am

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A Good Day!!!

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Not only did The Bev get to go shopping, she got herself a La Z Boy recliner that does everything but pay our taxes. It’s hand control directs its recline position, body massager and heating pad.  The color — a beige-brown that fades into any situation — wasn’t her top choice but to wait for her No. 1 pick would have taken six weeks. The chosen chair is sked to be delivered this Saturday.

It was our first outing with me pushing her in the transport wheelchair and she wasn’t all that laudatory about my driving skill. But things will work out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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July 3, 2018 at 10:21 pm

Closet Clothes-Out

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Bev and Heather spent a good portion of the p.m. Saturday gleaning clothing to keep and clothing to take out of her Sunrise of Arizona closet. The pile fills an oversize trash bag.

She’s keeping it for a couple of weeks to let friends go over the selections before wheeling it off to Goodwill.

She said she’s going to attack her shoe collection next.

The fear is that all this will bring on a massive shopping attack.

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July 1, 2018 at 4:01 pm

Bev’s on Hospice-at-Home Care Now

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No more doctor’s appointments, tests and treatments. Part of my responsibilities is to give her .25 ml of morphine and .25 ml of Ativan as needed. Morphine is the go-to medication when she’s in discomfort or distress. Ativan no more than every 2 hours. There’s an array of other meds to take throughout the day.

A nurse (Liz) comes every Tuesday, nursing assistant (Crystal) every Mon and Thurs, Dr. Abraham visits every three weeks, and a social worker (Emily) drops by randomly.

Bev did manage a Target trek this week that had to be cut short because it pooped her right out. But, after a cacao-coffee in the bistro, she recovered and had a real good rest-of-the-day.

It’s no longer Good Day, Bad Day, it’s good morning/bad morning, good afternoon/bad afternoon or good evening/bad evening.

It’s hard to breathe watching her destruction. It’s wonderful that she’s such a game fighter but it’s heart-bruising, stomach-knotting, and eye-watering to watch her getting up slower and slower and slower after each knockdown.

 

 

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June 27, 2018 at 3:58 pm

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