Saturday, February 18, 2012

Sandi's Thyroid---The Update Finally!


Very late yesterday afternoon we finally got the call we had been worrying about since we first learned the PET Scan had showed a new problem now with Sandi’s thyroid. Her cancer doctor wanted her to have a thyroid ultrasound to check some things and that was done a week ago yesterday.  Then the waiting for the results began.



Finally, late yesterday afternoon a nurse from the cancer doc just called and they think the thyroid is NOT a new problem. They could see it on the ultrasound much better than they could in the past because apparently some of the cancer that was around it is no longer there. Not only does this confirm that the chemo is making a little progress against both of the Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphomas that were everywhere in her body, the test seems to confirm that nothing has changed with her thyroid. Thankfully this latest scare is nothing more than the same issue she has lived with for more than a decade now.

To make absolutely sure nothing new has started they will do some sort of thyroid panel during her blood work prior to the planned next round of chemo later this month. Assuming that shows what they expect, nothing more will be done about this thyroid issue until she has finished chemo and stabilized a bit so she can do follow-up work with an endocrinologist. It is the best possible news we could have gotten on it and hopefully this won’t change later with new information.

That is yet another thing that makes this process so hard. Information gets updated and changes and just when you think everything is going one way, something happens and all that is out the window as things head in another way.

In the meantime, Sandi continues to make crochet “chemo hats” which are a huge hit at the treatment center. 
 
Despite having huge issues with her vision---another side effect of chemo apparently---she is able to keep making the hats in various colors and styles as she does a lot of the work these days more by feel than by vision. Depending on size (she is making adult and children hats) she can get 3 to 4 hats out of each skein on yarn. Folks love them! 

 
So, as long as she can, Sandi plans to keep making and donating the hats to her fellow patients. In the meantime, she has marked down things again at http://www.ioffer.com/users/sanditipple  to get some money so please stop by and take a look.


Kevin

Friday, February 17, 2012

FFB Review: "God Save The Mark" by Donald Westlake (reviewed by Barry Ergang)


Today is Friday and that means it is time once again for Friday’s Forgotten Books hosted by Patti Abbott. Patti likes to do themes and today is no exception. Patti declared today in honor of Donald Westlake to celebrate his new novel THE COMEDY IS FINISHED  published by Hard Case Crime. So, later today, surf over to Patti’s blog at http://pattinase.blogspot.com/ to read various takes on his novels and to celebrate his works and latest release.




GOD SAVE THE MARK (1967) by Donald E. Westlake


Reviewed by Barry Ergang



Fred Fitch is a con artist's wet dream. He seems to radiate an aura of gullibility that any and every grifter can see or sense: "Con men take one look at me, streamline their pitches, and soon go gaily off to steak dinners while poor Fred Fitch sits at home and once again dines on gnawed fingernail." It has been this way for him since his childhood in Montana "when I returned home from my first day of kindergarten without my trousers. I did have the rather vague notion they'd been traded to some classmate, but I couldn't remember what had been given to me in exchange, nor did I seem to have anything in my possession that hadn't already belonged to me when I'd left for school, a younger and happier child, at nine that morning. Nor was I sure of the con infant who had done me in, so that neither he nor my trousers were ever found."

           
Now thirty-one and living in an apartment in New York City, fleeceable Fred works as a freelance researcher. Because he's been conned so many times, he's become a good friend of Bunco Squad detective Jack Reilly. Thus, when he receives a letter from a lawyer named Goodkind that says he's inherited half a million dollars (three hundred seventeen thousand after taxes) from his Uncle Matt, Fred immediately assumes that Goodkind is another scammer working an angle and calls Reilly to let him know about it.  


As it turns out, however, Goodkind is legitimate, and so is Fred's inheritance. He calls his mother and learns that he really did have an Uncle Matthew Grierson, a man who was the black sheep of the family. Jack Reilly tells him that Uncle Matt was a con artist who was known by the monicker Matt "Short Sheet" Gray. After the irony of the situation leaves Fred a little hysterical, Reilly voices concern about what will become of the money if Fred actually gets possession of it because he's afraid it won't remain in his possession for long.


Then he tells Fred that although Uncle Matt had cancer, it wasn't what killed him. A blunt instrument did.   


Things begin to happen rapidly and wildly after that, as Fred encounters an array of offbeat characters, among them lovely Karen Smith, who accosts him in the street and asks him to kiss her; Gertie Divine, the Body Secular, a stripper who was Uncle Matt's nurse and companion; Grant and Wilkins, the other two tenants in Fred's building; Homicide cops Steve and Ralph, who come across like comic vaudevillians but who, Gertie says, aren't candidates for sainthood; the elusive Professor Kilroy, Uncle's Matt's former partner; Dr. Osbertson, who goes to a wacky extreme to avoid talking to Fred; Gus Ricovic, who's always willing to trade information for cash; the menacing Coppo brothers, whose father Uncle Matt swindled during the years he lived in Brazil; and former senator Earl Dunbar, who began the Citizens Against Crime Organization.


Fred may be gullible, but he's not stupid. He realizes that he's suddenly become Mr. Sought-After now that he has money. When someone trails and then takes some potshots at him, and after he discovers another murder victim, he questions whether he can trust anyone, even the police, as he tries to decide what to do with the money, how to avoid being murdered himself, and how to determine who is behind all of the chaos.


Written relatively early in a long and illustrious career, God Save the Mark is a fine  example of why Donald E. Westlake is generally acknowledged as the all-time-greatest writer of comical crime stories. A well-plotted tale, its situations develop primarily from its  delightful cast of idiosyncratic characters. I highly recommend it to readers who enjoy a brief and breezy page-turner that will keep them smiling and sometimes chuckling aloud.  
                         


Barry Ergang ©2012

*****

God Save the Mark is one several books by Donald E. Westlake (including some written under his Richard Stark pseudonym) that Barry Ergang has available for sale at http://barryergangbooksforsale.yolasite.com/  He'll contribute 20% of the purchase price of the books to our fund, so please have a look at his lists. Formerly the Managing Editor of Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine and First Senior Editor of Mysterical-E, winner of the Short Mystery Fiction Society’s Derringer Award for the best flash fiction story of 2006, his written work has appeared in numerous publications, print and electronic. For links to material available online, and fiction available for e-readers, see Barry’s webpages.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Review: "One Perfect Shot: The Posadas County Mysteries" by Steven F. Havill

Prequels seem to be coming from numerous successful authors these days.  It is a tricky thing to do and, as Lee Child and Nevada Barr have recently showed, can have decidedly mixed results. That is not true in this case as One Perfect Shot:  The Posadas County Mysteries works on all levels. The book is not only true to the series as a whole; the book is a very good one.




It is 1989 and Undersheriff Bill Gastner’s latest case is a strange one.  There is one road grader in all of Posadas county and Larry Zipoli had been using is on an unpaved road on the north side of the small village of Posadas. That was until somebody fired off the shot that punched through the windshield and slammed into Larry Zipoli’s forehead plowing deep into his brain. Mr. Zipoli never saw it coming and investigators have no idea when it happened or why.

It is going to be a hard one to solve and a strain on the department’s already limited resources and staff.  But, unbeknownst to Undersheriff Gastner as he stands in the hot sun surveying the crime scene, Sheriff Eduardo Salcido has hired a new officer contingent on her passing all the usual tests, classes, etc.  He seems to have a lot of faith in the person that would be the first female patrol deputy in the history of Posadas county. Her name is Estelle Reyes and from the start it is clear that Gastner and Reyes are destined for many things.

After writing 17 books in this incredibly good series that started years ago with Heart Shot New Mexico author Steven F. Havill takes readers back to before the beginning with his latest book. Once again the small New Mexico county of Posadas and its citizens, more like family you don’t see often enough, than fictional characters pull readers into a complex tale of deceit, recklessness and murder. The traits that many of the characters have in greater detail in later books are offered here in small ways in a case that crosses the US border into Mexico as well as over into Arizona and back again. One Perfect Shot:  The Posadas County Mysteries is another solidly good read and serves as an excellent introduction to a great series.


One Perfect Shot: The Posadas County Mysteries
Steven F. Havill
Poisoned Pen Press
2011
ISBN# 978-1-59058-954-0
Hardback (also available as an e-book)
332 Pages
$24.95


Material supplied by the good folks of the Plano Texas Public Library System.


Kevin R. Tipple © 2012

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

My Dad---A Week Later


Ever since I got sick with whatever this is I have back in March 2010 I find myself measuring events by time. How many weeks or months something was ago in relation to the now I am living in at that particular moment. I don’t know why it is I do that. Maybe it is the way madness lies…..I don’t know.

A week ago this evening at about 9:35 pm my Mom called to tell me my Dad had died. I somehow knew even before I picked up the phone that something very bad had happened. I just didn’t know how bad.

On behalf of my Mom, who is handling things as best as can be expected, and our family, thank you for everything. Some have expressed their condolences in public--others have expressed theirs in private. Please know each and every single one was heartfelt, appreciated, and means so very much to all of us.


Kevin

Monday, February 13, 2012

Laid To Rest......

Under slate grey skies that still were spitting the occasional drops of rain and with a very cold cutting wind, my Dad was laid to rest this afternoon. In a small simple ceremony at graveside attended by my Mom, myself, and a few very close friends of my parents, Dad was placed in his final resting place.

I don’t know if there is a hereafter. I do know Dad is no longer in pain.

I have lost my Dad.

My Mom has lost the only man she has loved since she was twenty.

Somehow we are all supposed to go on……

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Market Closed--Writer's Journal

Quite some time ago I gave up all of my subscriptions to various writing magazines and reading materials such as AHM and EQMM. One I did have before was Writer's Journal. Thanks to Hope Clark's excellent newsletters,  I discovered this morning that Writer's Journal had shut down.  Details on the shutdown here   http://www.writersjournal.com/ 

And if you are not subscribing to her newsletters, you should. Details here http://www.fundsforwriters.com


Kevin

Saturday, February 11, 2012

My Dad


As some already know, the last couple of days have been extremely rough.  My Dad unexpectedly passed away Wednesday evening. I didn’t know until late that night when my Mom called from a local area hospital to tell me what had happened. Even now, several days later I am still in shock. I don’t know how to express  what has happened or the impact, not only on me,  but on my Mom.

I have lost my Dad.

My Mom has lost the only man she ever loved after more than fifty years of marriage.

Words fail me.

Kevin