I want to make sure I say these things to you while we are together above ground. Rarely do we get a chance to share our thoughts and respect for another person while we are both alive.
Today, I want to take a moment to honor a remarkable individual who has been more than a friend to me – Pankaj Chand. It’s rare to find someone who resonates with your soul, who stands by you in every phase of life, and who inspires you to be the best version of yourself. Pankaj, you are that rare gem.
Your presence in my life has been a beacon of hope and wisdom. From the fun times where our spirits danced in the light of friendship, to the profound moments where you stood by me, you’ve been my rock. I remember vividly the countless times we’ve been there for each other – me bringing tapes and player to your hospital room, guiding each other through challenging personal decisions and celebrations, or simply being a phone call away in moments of need.
Your support during my business ventures has been invaluable. Who else would have brought me the first hand-held device to run my business on Excel? Or mentored me as I ventured into the complexities of forming a corporation in India? Your foresight and wisdom have always guided me towards success.
But it’s not just in business that your influence has been felt. You’ve been there in my most personal moments – from health emergencies to being a comforting presence during my daughter Mary’s transition from this life. Your empathy and care have touched not just my life but the lives of my family members.
Pankaj, your leadership and vision in business are exemplary. But more than that, it’s your human touch, your ability to connect on a deeper level, that sets you apart. You’ve been a physician, not just in the medical sense, but in healing souls and mending hearts.
Your poem and song for Molly’s and my engagement, and your instrumental role in making our wedding a celebration, are memories I cherish deeply. Your presence at these milestone moments in my life added a special touch that only you could bring.
As you once wrote to me, “You are truly one of ‘Only a Few’.” These words mirror my sentiments for you. You have left an indelible mark on my life and on the lives of those around us. The rendition of “Wind Beneath My Wings” in Winnipeg was not just a tribute from you and to you, but a testament to the profound impact you’ve had on all of us.
As we continue on our life’s journey, I look forward to more adventures, more growth, and more shared moments of joy and sorrow. You’re not just a friend; you’re a brother, a mentor, and a guiding light.
Pankaj. Here’s to you – a true embodiment of resilience, insight, and love. May the years ahead be filled with health, happiness, and the continued joy of touching lives as you have touched mine.
After a night of repeated, sleep-disrupting hot flashes, my second morning of radiation treatment began. I felt a level of contentment and peace of mind as I headed out to the Durham VA Oncology department. I now had some knowledge of what to expect, which provided a greater level of calmness. Angel Mary drove me to the appointment.
I had a couple of goals and questions for the staff. I wanted to obtain a screenshot of my radiation process. I wanted a consultation with a Nutritionist for dietary suggestions for inflammation and cell repair following radiation damage. And, I wanted a consultation with Physiotherapy for muscle exercises to strengthen pelvic floor control.
Following my treatment, I stopped at the coffee kiosk at the VA. When attempting to pay for a coffee and a poppy seed cake slice, I was told it had been paid for already. I was stunned. I ask who had paid for it as no one was close by. The young lady at the counter said that lady paid for it, as she pointed to a woman with her back to me overlooking a laptop on the counter nearby. I turned back to the barista and asked, why would she pay for this. She answered, an act of kindness. Again, I was stunned.
There have been multiple times in my life when I have given a random act of kindness at a Tim Horton’s drive-thru or a toll booth. I know the good feeling from paying it forward for no reason other than a good life experience.
This was the first time I had been the recipient of a random act of kindness. As I said to the staff and the wonderful lady benefactor, you are making me leak. I was so shocked and emotional, that I had to sit down to regain my composure.
Coincidence? On the way to the VA, I said out loud, that it seems like some people get some financial benefit from their cancer, mostly illegally. I was wondering if there existed some financial aid for seniors or veterans surviving cancer treatment. And, boom! Somebody, out of nowhere pays for my coffee. Was it a financial reward? Was it a reminder that no matter what happens to you, remember to stop and pay it forward? So many possible lessons and exams combined into one experience.
While contemplating that event, on the way home, another impactful experience manifested before my eyes. Nearby Hyco Lake is known for its Great Blue Heron population and boisterous rookeries. Seagulls have also been seen when the winds blow hard on the N. Carolina coast and the birds head for calmer air. So today, when I noticed a white bird on the way home to the lake, I initially imagined a white Seagull. As I looked closer, I notice it was too large for a Seagull. As I came alongside, it stretched its neck slightly to show the well-known image of a heron in flight, neck tucked in close in the perfect backward S, and its wide wings pushing it forward. It was an incredible sight.
I have never seen a white Heron and was sure it was rare. When I Google-searched I discovered that it is indeed rare to see a white Heron and I also learned of a native message associated with a personal visit by a white Heron.
It is said, this special creature just wants to remind you to follow your unique path without looking back.
For my lifetime, I have experienced great fear, concern, apprehension, and dread of two simple words. Cancer and metastasis.
From the age of twelve, when my Pop was diagnosed and treated for Prostate Cancer, physical illness has been a forefront thought.
I am on a journey of self-protecting self from self. Cancer, if understood properly since research changes our perception more rapidly each day, is the cell’s infrastructure and protein generation produces abnormal cells.
I am in the process of reducing the size of the aberrant cells and then radiating them so that they die and are absorbed.
During this process, I am advocating for my own health needs. It has been a challenge to gain respect and compassion from the VA healthcare system from the Urology and Oncology departments.
To receive the treatment I need, I have uploaded an mp3 to my YT channel of a letter to the Oncology department admin Joseph K Salama.
Next week I am having internal beads inserted for radiation focus. Radiation therapy begins Aug 11 and finishes four weeks later.
The major side-effect of the chemotherapy so far is lethargy and power surges. The flashes happen at all times, not just at night. They can bring on a feeling of gonna vomit, which is very disruptive.
It seems our lives are punctuated by single or short groups of words to describe our existence. We udder fine, ok, not bad, in response to how are you doing. Niceties are quickly shuttered aside in order to quickly reach the crutch of the matters at hand.
Hope you have a nice weekend, quite the lengthy conjecture, get the typical, U2. Feelings are manifested by a meme. Tweets are combinations of abbreviated cliche in combinations with hieroglyphs.
We are in fact infographics on display. It’s more than trite expressions or catchy outtakes. Colloquialisms abound in one generation, only to be replaced or adopted by the next rising replacements. Some singularities like “rad” die. Others, like “cool”, seem to be conveyed equally amongst multiple generations.
So, it has come to me that a book about Fourth & Goal and Force of Purpose should be a string of infographics. Pictures are worth a thousand words. There. I used a well-known phrase to compost multiple explanations down to a visual word picture. If I were to add a visual context to the phrase, I now would have a picture that conveys an expanding thought.
Infographic – Picture is worth a thousand words – #boomertozoomer
May 20, 2022, marks the beginning of my prostate cancer treatment. I began taking Bicalutamide TID for thirty days. This chemical starves the cancer cells of testosterone, which encourages cancer cell growth. It also has a long list of side effects, fatigue being one. After the first dose, I slept for hours during the day.
Treatments coming up include a bone scan to rule out metastasis to the spine or pelvis. Then an injection of a potent testosterone inhibitor to reduce the PSA measurements even lower. Following an MRI to map the reduced prostate size for radiation therapy alignment.
Once radiation begins, there will be daily treatments for four weeks, M-F. Following radiation, there will be regular hormonal blocking injections for eighteen months. Although longevity is expected to be better than without treatment, there is no guarantee cancer will not return either in the prostate or typically in the spinal cord.
I am being seen at the VA by a resident, Alex Joseph Gooding along with Dr. Lee, both from Duke Hospital. So far Dr. Gooding has been helpful, however, lacks complete honesty and has advised the Rad/Onc department has no means to convey to patients a written treatment plan. Although Dr. Gooding has agreed to provide his personal rendition in writing, I am shocked at the lack of professionalism for such a life-impacting treatment. Even dentists provide patients with a treatment plan including timing for procedures.
With trust and confidence being considered, I requested Dr. Gooding avoid the use of any team member of Dr. Gingrich from the VA Durham Urology acting on my case. The case against Dr. Gingrich with regards to ethics and legal responsibility continues to be developed and filed with the appropriate authorities.
With regards to diagnosis, the timeline to now has been studded with agonizing patient failures from the VA establishment along with delays caused by poor communication from the VA Urology department and the pandemic conditions of the last two-plus years.
Here is a post I made on Reddit/Army
If you’re a Vet with a prostate, listen up.
I was twelve when my Pop was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He was seventy-two at the time. He endured a radical prostatectomy and went on to live many more years.
That event impacted the rest of my life in so many ways, not the least was I would begin testing my PSA in my early thirties during every annual checkup. In the back of my mind, the thought lingered that my Pop’s history would someday find a roost in me.
Faithfully, each year’s physical included a PSA test. PSA is a method of measuring the possible advancement of prostate cancer. Normally, a PSA number is low, one to three. With age, men’s prostates begin to enlarge, and the PSA tends to increase slowly.
In my case, I began to see three to four PSA readings in my VA checkup. I certainly had enough time to research the most current treatments and outcomes leading to the least lifestyle discomforts.
Being proactive toward physical and mental health is critical for every Vet. If it’s to be, it’s up to me, when it comes to health care is just good thinking. So, my journey began.
As I reached the same age as my father, it became obvious my DNA was not going to be talked out of expressing itself when the PSA reached five. I knew it was time to act. This is when the VA healthcare system began to lose its luster for me.
The latest medical research indicates that an MRI be initially used to define any abnormalities in the prostate and suggest if any cancer cells have spread to bone or lymph nodes. In addition to a diagnostic tool, the MRI imaging is then used to define an area for biopsy for the final diagnosis of cancer. Five years ago, I began asking for an MRI. I was shocked at the response of the VA urology department.
My initial request was literally scoffed at by my VA urology clinic, and I quote: “The VA is socialized medicine. We can’t afford an MRI for you.”
His alternative was we will schedule you for a blind biopsy. When questioned about the invasive procedure and the complications that can arise, I was left with a take it or leave it solution. I chose to leave it and search for a better solution.
Fast forward five years and this is what I have been able to do to vastly improve my cancer outcome. I started by persisting in getting an MRI, which required convincing another department to order it. The urology department responded to the results on my health chart with a short note stating that “he was offered a biopsy multiple times and declined.”
It was time to stand my ground. Through internal messaging, I began requesting to have my file transferred to another VA facility, while at the same time requesting a transfer to Community Care.
Following the initial transfer decline and two years of persistence, I received notice of Community Care acceptance. I would now be seen at one of the best US cancer clinics. Suddenly, the care I needed was being covered by the same system that refused to listen to my requests and put me through years of unnecessary suffering.
In conclusion, when it comes to prostate cancer treatment, the VA may not be the best treatment choice, however, by being persistent, Vets have the ability to take some control over their treatment outcome. The latest non-invasive treatment for localized prostate cancer is HIFU, a high-intensity focused ultrasound. The accuracy of treatment is considered a “cure”. It is an outpatient procedure with little to no side effects.
Prostate cancer is often overlooked due to the symptoms not showing up until after a metastatic spread. If your father had prostate cancer, your probability is very high. If you have not had a PSA blood test and you are over 50, request one. Stay safe. You’re worth it.
Back to the VA
I was seeing Dr. Robertson at Duke for a possible HIFU treatment. Following an MRI/Ultrasound overlay biopsy, a Gleason 8 score excluded HIFU as an option, due to the score alone.
When he referred me to Dr. William R. Lee at Duke for a radiation consult, I was returned to the Durham VA facility as Dr. Lee has hospital privileges at both Duke and the VA. Understandably, it is less expensive for the VA to use his services there. I found him to be knowledgeable with a fair amount of bedside manner. He does have an inflated ego for his importance and lacks humility in patient communication.
This process of treating my cancer feels like the football adage, fourth and goal. I have added anything is possible and everything is on the line. Stay tuned.
With the advent of NFT minting, I began to create graphic art posts for the Ocean See platform. I was required to establish a cryptic wallet and buy Ethereum currency.
The cryptocurrency market is volatile with massive swings in value at this time. My goal is to create and mint over one thousand NFTs in several categories including the Mary Boleyn Hospice Foundation Inc.org. This is in timing with the annual CF awareness month of May.
Here are a few examples of favorites at this time.
Metaverse, NFT’s, Decentraland, dAPPs, blockchain, cryptocurrencies, Open Sea, wallet, dashboards, Covid-19, corporate buyout, pitch deck, body build, help the most around the world. Personal development, change, asking better questions, learning more of what I don’t know, understanding self, facing fears, staying in the now, defining intimacy, exploring the existentialism of death.
These are some snippets of what I have thrown on the wall while making some semblance of where I am at this time in the universe.
Ken Christopher made his transition on March 27, in a hospice unit of Grand River Hospital. Ken had a profound impact on my life. From introducing me to Peak Performance and the Phoenix Seminar to years of mentorship in developing a global Amway business, Ken, along with Mary Elizabeth became lifetime friends and confidants.
I remember sitting in the house on David St, in Elora, ON, and reading Success Magazine. Somewhere in the back advertising space was an ad for Brian Tracy Learning Systems in San Diego, CA. It listed a toll-free number. It occurred to me that perhaps I could sell Brian’s training material in Canada.
Brian’s sales material had come into my life by way of one of my sales reps at Lambda Crystal. A well-skilled sales rep gentleman out of Toronto, named Keith Howard, had loaned me a bootleg set of sales tapes by an unknown speaker.
Keith had been a senior buyer for People’s Jewellers in Canada, and also helped me design and buy a diamond wedding ring set for Molly McGregor – paid $7500, valued at $15,000. The tapes Keith loaned to me were on the Psychology of Selling. I transcribed a twelve tape series on my first laptop during a Montreal Gift Show in a gorgeous hotel in a Montreal suburb in the Quebec lake area, circa 1989.
After applying some of the skills I learned from those tapes, I increased sales in the subsequent gift shows that year by four and five times previous results – from $40,000 to $200,000 in the fall Toronto Gift Show. Molly did the same in Edmonton. The process invigorated Lambda Crystal and sparked 40% growth, year-over-year for many future years.
I learned Brian Tracy was the lecturer on those tapes. Shortly thereafter, I saw a set of tapes on my brother, Mike’s, bookshelf, still in the saran wrap. it was called the Psychology of Achievement on twelve tapes, by Brian Tracy. I borrowed the tapes and began to digest the material back on David St. in Elora.
I remember well the day I sat by myself, listening to those tapes and answering a set of questions, Brian posed, on finding a major definite purpose in life. One question was if you only had six months to live, what would you do? I remember thinking what if it was six hours, what would I do? My immediate answer was that if I was not with my loved ones, I would get to them as fast as possible, or call. It then occurred to me that if that is my value, why am I spending so much time away from my family to build my businesses?
Now back to the Success Magazine and the Brian Tracy Learning Systems. I gathered the courage to call the San Diego office to determine if I could get some Canadian rights to Brian’s material. I spoke to a sales manager. He told me that if I wanted to learn about Brian’s material in Canada, I should contact a guy by the name of Ken Christopher, who lived nearby in Kitchener/Waterloo. I soon called the number given and spoke to Ken for the first time.
Ken introduced me to the Phoenix Seminar by Brian Tracy as a corporate training tool. What separated Brian’s video-based, facilitated, workbook and audio program from other corporate training I had seen was its conciseness, duplicatable, multi-person approach to building the person to foster a more self-aware employee.
I went on to form one of my corporations to sell the program in Canada to corporations, Performance International. I sold over 40 programs and facilitated groups of attendees, including my daughter Mary and step-children Miranda and Michael.
Incorporating the personal development journey throughout my life has been a major focus and joy.
Ken & Mary Elizabeth as change agents
Ken & Mary Elizabeth with Molly & me in Hawaii, Kauai
One day I was at Ken & Mary Elizabeth’s on Beachwood. I noticed a box of Double X on a counter. I had heard of Double X as the Cadillac of vitamin supplements. I asked Mary Elizabeth where I could buy some as I was already taking a daily supplement.
She said to me, that depends. Do you want to pay retail for wholesale for it? I retorted that I avoided retail as much as possible, being in the wholesale giftware business. She said I can get these for you at wholesale. And, that’s how I became an Amway distributor, sponsored front-line to a Diamond.
Not long after, I sold a line of crystal giftware into the Canadian Amway catalog and went along with the Christophers to tour the Amway head office and factory facilities in Ada, MI. As a manufacturer, I was very impressed with their technology, distribution warehouse, and the enormity of their manufacturing capability.
I was there when Ken & Mary Elizabeth made the decision to join Network Twenty-One in Grand Rapids. Molly & I went on to become Q12 Platinum producers for five years running and were recognized in the top 25 Platinum producers in North America repeatedly.
Our business stretched into seven countries and I, along with a couple of close friends helped launched Amway India, but that’s a story unto itself.
Looking back over fifteen years of developing business with Ken & Mary Elizabeth brings only smiles of joy. They lived with us in Fergus while they were between houses. We drove together to Florida many times for seminars and to visit them in their Bradenton house on the golf course.
I am unable to count the weekend seminars we went together to. The weekly open seminars we developed together in several Ontario cities. The hours we spent with them along with other N21 leaders. Whenever Ken & Mary Elizabeth needed our help, Molly & I were the first ones to volunteer to help out. They poured their lives into ours and we poured our lives into theirs. It was always a win-win relationship.
Sayings from Ken. This too will pass. If anybody can do this, you can. You are looking for the people who are looking for you. Never leave the people who don’t need you. Always arrive early and stay late.
Hey, my friend. Some good news. The VA has agreed to cover all my costs to an outside urology clinic, Southside Urology, Danville, VA. They specialize in Prostate conditions. 2. New peer-reviewed study to American Urology Conference has a urine test out of the UK, 94% as accurate as biopsy for benign and aggressive cancer presence. Also, Mary & I have a local, black, female, famous bodybuilder coming to our home gym each week to work out with us, keep us responsible, and motivated. That has been a dream of mine for a long time.
Hoping to receive my booster soon. Then home to Canada.
