Mystic_Donkey's Blog

Hope everyone had a great Christmas, and New Year's see you all well.


I lucked out and found an exceptionally compassionate doctor willing to take on the system to treat me. The hope is they can stop the progression of my cancer. Cure is way outside of statistics, as is remission, but they are hoping to 'halt progression'  with all the darn meds and radiation.  I did qualify for emergency SSI and Medicade last week, so that will help tons with the mounting bills.  Life is a bit rough, kinda like having the flu every day, but it's livable.


The hard part is selling off the animals, the cows get a new home this Saturday. Hope they are at least well fed, but no one will ever be their friend like I was. The equines are going to stay with me as long as I am able to go outside. Standing has a time limit for me of about twenty minutes now, after which I am winded quite completely. The dog will stay with me as long as I can feed him too, and he has a home to go to when I can't any more.

I want to thank all the people that offered help, but I found that my network of friends and family are willing to sacrifice a lot to make sure my wants are met, so I will not need any outside help. You people are great, thanks tons!!!!!!!!!!

I seem to not be having any luck at all with my health lately. Tuesday, Oct. 16, I was experiencing one of my high blood pressure attacks just after having gotten up. This was very out of the norm, so after a short lie down long enough to let my heart slow down some, I went ahead and went to the hospital. Wasn't there 3 minutes and they told me I was having a heart attack. Now, since I didn't wait around, they were able to stabilize me and send me to Plaza Medical center in Ft. Worth quickly fast enough to prevent almost any damage at all. Two angioplasties and a stint later, they had me in a room.  When they tried to feed me a bunch of plavix, I told them I couldn't swallow most pills whole, so two days later they did a scope thingy to see what was up.

   To make a long story short, it turned out to be a cancer in my esophagus. A cat scan turned up two more, one in my lungs and one in my liver. Since I had been unable to work for so long before all this, I had no insurance or finances, so basically they told me to go home and die.

   And that's why I haven't been around to talk to you wonderful people on here. I am soooo glad just to be back home for a while, even though it probably won't last long. At least I have lots of good company for what time I have left, online and at home. For that I am thankful, and look forward to everyone's goofyness on here to give me something to smile about.  

 Guess I'll have to find homes for all my wonderful pets, the five cows that are mine, my two donkeys, the crazy horse Ruby, and my great watchdog Duke. Believe it or not, that's the part of this whole thing that hurts the worst, dying is no pain compared to letting them down.

 

One of the girls I baby sat from the time she was three up until she could legally watch out for herself at thirteen sent me this in an E-mail this week. She's almost 30 now... man I feel old!!! She calls me grandpa.  Ouch.

 

GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.  
2) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.  
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.  
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.  
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.  
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.  
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.  
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.  
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.  
10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.

 

GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.  
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.  
3) Families are like fudge. mostly sweet, with a few nuts.  
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.  
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.  
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

 

GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.  
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.  
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.  
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you  once got from a roller coaster.  
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.  
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.  
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.

THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:  
1) You believe in Santa Claus.  
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.  
3) You are Santa Claus.  
4) You look like Santa Claus.

SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not piddling in your pants.  
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.  
At age 17 success is . having a drivers license.  
At age 35 success is . . having money.  
At age 50 success is . . having money.  
At age 70 success is . .. .. having a drivers license.  
At age 75 success is . . having friends.  
At age 80 success is . . not piddling in your pants.

Since I have had so many inquiries about the avatar I use, and my nickname, I thought I might post a short background. The picture of the donkey is my son (adopted, of course) Pepper. He is just now two years old, and I hope he will be a good breeder in the future. In the avatar, he is on my front porch, waiting for me to go in and get his daily feed ration. Couldn't ask for a better pet, well, that is after I broke him of wanting to nibble skin off my arm. That was easy though, he found out really quick he didn't like me to grab his lip when he went for a taste. Spoiled rotten is a good description for him. My five year old jennet, Melody, finds him annoying, but they stay pretty well glued most of the time.The horse (Ruby) thinks he's fun to torment.

   Now, as for my nickname. Nine years ago, a friend of mine asked me to hang around his property for a few minutes while he took his lady friend to the doctor. The office was small and had no room for extra people to wait. They had a jennet named Jenny Poo, and he wanted me to get her more used to strangers. I petted, brushed, gave treats, and scratched her tummy for about forty five minutes. It seemed like they didn't even have time to get into town and they were back. 

   Two weeks later, I returned. Kieth (whom I have known for over 35 years) didn't even let me say hello before he accosted me about the donkey. "What in the world did you do to that donkey?" he asked.  "She won't let anyone near her unless you have a brush or feed, she stands looking at the road and brays for hours at a time, and she runs to the gate every time anyone pulls up in the driveway."  I was dumbfounded. He continued, "She's spoiled rotten. I can't believe you spoiled her like that in just a few minutes! You must be the Mystic Donkey Spoiler himself!!" Just then she started hollering only yards away from the house, which was as close as she could get.

 I took the first part of that as my nickname, and for nine years I have been Mystic Donkey on the net.