Friday, August 24, 2012

My Journey through Cancer

My husband and I have been blessed with the ability and time to go on many travels since I retired. We have visited Hawaii, many islands in the Caribbean and many countries in Europe, the Greek Isles, China, and Southeast Asia – from Hong Kong to Singapore. Little did I dream that the last two and half years a different kind of journey would be in store for me.

I was diagnosed with Stage Four pancreatic cancer in March, 2010. Several tests were run and finally with a second biopsy it was determined that I had an inoperable adenocarcinoma tumor which was wrapped around the vein from my pancreas to the liver. It was blocking the enzymes necessary for digestion. The doctor at M. D. Anderson’s Gastrointestinal Center was Dr. Milind Javle. He is quiet spoken but very positive and confident in his ability to help me. I have noticed over time how this doctor from India with a family is so devoted to his work. 

Dr. Javle and his team explained a protocol that would be the best treatment for my cancer. It would be five weeks of chemotherapy infusions of Gemcitabine and Cisplatin once every two weeks for a total of five infusions. That would be followed by radiation treatments along with Xeloda pills that were taken 2 at a time both morning and evening. 


Dr. Javle and me



The news spread through emails to friends and church members. I was included in many prayer lists for the next several months. It was a shock to all of us. Finally I knew why I was in so much pain and how it was to be treated. A pain patch was prescribed for me which I could change every three days. The infusions were started and even though the protocol always included medicine for nausea, the chemos began to affect my appetite anyway. I had slight nausea, and was very tired. I lost about ten pounds which was a lot when you consider that I weighed 105 before the cancer treatment. After the five weeks of chemotherapy using infusions, Dr. Javle set up radiation treatments for me. I was to have radiation every weekday for five weeks and with a chemo pill called Xeloda. I was very apprehensive about the radiation because of the location of the tumor. The pancreas is almost completely hidden behind the stomach and is very hard to radiate because of its location. The radiation team had to fit a saddle (they actually had to make two saddles for me.) I was to lie on these saddles on a gurney for each radiation treatment. It was very complicated to learn how to breathe in order to keep my pancreas in the exact location for the radiation to do its work.

The radiation team led by Dr. Crane was fantastic. He saw me each weekday that I had radiation. His assistant always explained what the procedure would be each day. When the team was having trouble fitting the forms called saddles to my body exactly, there were four or five physicists to set them up correctly. When the first plan didn’t work they were there again to develop another plan. The team that actually radiated my pancreas also taught me how to breathe and hold my breath. With much encouragement from my family and my pastor, I was able to learn how to manage my breathing. It was so strange to have to use glasses that were linked to the computer. Wearing the glasses I learned to make the blue line and the yellow line come together and change color and stay on that changed color by the way I held my breath and opened my diaphragm to raise my stomach so that the radiation was only on the tumor and not the surrounding area. Nutritionists advised me on how to maintain my weight with liquid supplements and other foods for which I might be able to have an appetite. Somehow I got through the five weeks with few problems.
My son, Greg volunteered to take me every time I needed to go for treatment. He was so encouraging as was the rest of my family. Greg would patiently walk with me from one end of hospital to the other to encourage me to get some exercise. Fortunately, I never experienced any major side effects that would cause me to use a wheelchair, check in as a patient, or go to the emergency room during this treatment. I didn’t lose my hair either although it did start to thin.

The staff at M. D. Anderson are all so caring. The lab which takes each patient's blood sample is run with such efficiency and joy. Even though the waiting room is full, there is a routine that keeps everything moving and soon your name is called. Each of the technicians will greet you with a smile.
I can usually reach my doctor's Physician's Assistant, Jackie Weatherley whenever I need Dr. Javle's opinion about my condition and the meds I am taking. She quickly contacts Dr. Javle and soon I have a call from Jackie telling me his advice.
Many of my friends and family sent flowers and cards. Many brought home-made soup and healthy egg custard for me. But best of all they came to visit and bring inspirational books of those who had lived through cancer with the Lord’s help. One of my church friends brought me a prayer shawl which I cherish. I always felt cold and it really warmed me waiting for my appointments.
I am a member of Memorial Lutheran Church, 5800 Westheimer in Houston. I missed going to church every Sunday and singing in choir, but I was just too weak to do it. It was only when I began to feel stronger after the chemo and radiation treatments that I felt like going to church again. It was onderful to worship in the Lord’s house, to sing the beloved Lutheran hymns, and take communion. Pastor Murray came to my home several times to give me communion, but I felt so blessed to be able to go to the communion rail on my own.

It was soon after I began to get my strength back that I began to write my books in earnest. It was a goal that I set for myself. It kept my mind busy with something else besides the cancer. Each day I would set some time aside for completing the books that I had begun in memoir writing class with Susan Wright at the Women's Institute starting in 2005. Now I have completed the two books and they are published. I can now share Jesus' saving grace with all that I meet during my presentations. 
As my strength returned, I began attending prayer healing services at St. John the Divine Episcopal Church with a dear friend who lives in our high rise. It’s informal with a few hymns played on a CD player, a short meditation and lesson followed by praise reports. Then each of us may have individual healing prayers said over us by one of the prayer leaders some of whomare J. B. Mallay, Ellen Mallay, and Kathleen Scott. I’ve been attending Wednesdays since my strength returned. The prayer leaders taught me so much about the healing power of prayer. I now know my purpose in life is to spread the Gospel. Each time I make a presentation before a group, I mention my successful treatments and how the Lord’s grace has helped me face each day with a grateful heart. The journey still continues now in October of 2012 with follow-up chemotherapy to prevent the tumor from growing. I’ve not suffered many side effects since I began this second round of chemo which should last another two or three months. As you can see from the calendar of events, I‘m staying busy with book sales and presentations. We’re also planning a cruise to South America perhaps in December. As you can read, I consider myself a survivor of cancer with the Lord's help. And so the journey continues.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Thank you, Melletta Bell of the Big Bend Archives!

Melletta Bell of the Big Bend Archives at Sul Ross University in Alpine, Texas deserves special credit for doing what she does everyday. She helps historians and amateur genealogists and writers to uncover the history of Big Bend. I didn’t realize when we visited the Big Bend Archives that I would discover so many photos and information of my mother’s history when she lived in Big Bend as an orphan and a student of Ivalee Bales in Glenn Springs in the Big Bend in the 1920s. Melletta was so helpful to grant permission to use the Big Bend photos from the archives in my books. I’m very grateful for her help. Here’s what she wrote to me after we met at Panther Junction, Big Bend for the Pioneer Days Reunion:
Diane,
Thank you for this. I so enjoyed your presentation and meeting your daughter and friend. But the best part was meeting you. You are amazing!
Best, Melleta


Saturday, August 18, 2012

Before and After Photos of Settings in My Books about Big Bend



Remains of ledgestones used in dugout home of
the Clemente Mena Family on Tornillo Creek
(Photo courtesy of Louis Albach)


Map of Mena Family Home 1908
 

Map of eastern Big Bend on the Rio Grande

 

Glenn Springs candella wax factory owned
by J. D. Woods circa 1920s and 1930s
Glenn Springs home circa 1926 with Ivalee Bales,
Mary Susan Landrum, and W. D. Smithers sending carrier pigeons
to San Antonio paper with the latest news and photos from the Big Bend:
Notice cottonwood tree in the background. Compare it to the next photo.

2012 view of Glenn Springs home with only
cottonwood tree trunk remaining
(Photo by Tom Webb)
Troops 6th Cavalry, Glenn Springs, TX
 
Glenn Springs in 1918

2012 view of creek below Glenn Springs
(Photo by Tom Webb)

 
Building in Glenn Springs in which shoot-out between U.S. troops and bandits occurred.
Later it became the Glenn Springs School.

Glenn Springs School
 Ivalee Bales, teacher and Mary Susan Landrum
wearing cloche hat among the other students circa 1910 - 1920
(Notice bullet holes in wall from the shoot-out mentioned above.)


Santa Elena Canyon

Monday, July 30, 2012

Book Launch & Signing Party


My second book, Cinderella's Daughter and the Secret of Big Bend, is finally published and can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other ebook sites. The book launch and signing on Saturday, August 11 held in the Fellowship Hall at my church, Memorial Lutheran Church, was successful. Everyone seemed to enjoy my powerpoint presentation.


"I was very lucky to get a chance to work with a wonderful woman named Diane Gardner and create the cover art for her second book titled "Cinderella's Daughter and the Secret of Big Bend". She will be having a book launch and signing on August 11 from 1 pm - 3 pm in the Fellowship Hall at Memorial Lutheran Church, 5800 Westheimer @ Bering. More info. to follow. Please check out her blog, DianeGarner.Blogspot.com for other upcoming events". . . Tiffany Cintron of Tiffany Cintron Photography


Reading a few passages from Cinderella's Daughter
and the Secret of Big Bend


Cousin Mark Liberty and daughter, Jennifer Schroeder
with the author (middle)

 Friends Eleanor, Charlotte, and Holly


Friends Gloria Morrill and Michelle Tormo with the author

Explaining how the Texas Rangers befriended my mom in 1926.
 

 



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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Houston City Club Book Club Presentation Feb. 28, 2012

Houston City Club Book Club Presentation Feb. 28, 2012

It was exciting to present my book to my fellow Book Club members at the Houston City Club. We enjoyed a goumet lunch and had a great discussion following my slide show presentation.


Presenting with a slide show 


My biggest fan club: Holly, Anne, Paula, Pat, Donna, and Charlotte


A gourmet lunch was served with discussion of the book.



Thursday, March 1, 2012

Pioneer Days at Panther Junction

What an honor to be asked to present my book at the Pioneer Reunion Celebration at San Vicente School near Panther Junction Ranger Station in the Big Bend on February 4, 2012.

Diane presenting Letters from the Big Bend to a friendly Pioneer Days crowd

This time a dear friend and my daughter flew with me from Houston to Midland where we rented a car to drive to Big Bend. We stayed at the Holland Hotel in Alpine on this trip and had wonderful accommodations.

Diane and Holly

Mike Boren and his staff did a wonderful job of lining up the speakers for the event. Over a hundred people were in the audience, most of them have come to the reunion every year since the celebration first began. Carter Craig entertained us with his wonderful songs and Maise Lee, of Marathon, a talented artist in wood sculpting spoke to the group about how she and her husband came to settle in Big Bend. Dan Scholly told about growing up in the park when his dad, George Sholly, was Chief Ranger.

Mike Boren introducing Diane

My presentation was warmly received. I told how Pete Crawford, game warden, Ray Miller, justice of the peace, Steve Bennett, constable, and Texas Rangers, Bob Poole and one armed Arch Miller helped my mother. A gentleman who had been sitting directly behind me raised his hand and introduced himself as Pete Crawford’s youngest son, Lee Crawford!


Diane and Lee Crawford, youngest son of Pete Crawford,
a historic law officer of Big Bend

I also met Melletta Bell, Archivist at the Big Bend Studies at Sul Ross University for the first time. We had many phone and email conversations and I am so grateful for all her help.


Big Bend Archivist, Melletta Bell and Diane

Nannette Patton could not be at the reunion, but her sister, Kay Pizzini, who helps Nannette run the store at the Hallie Stillwell RV Park and Museum, welcomed me with a warm smile as we talked about Hallie and her connection with my mother. Hallie had let Mom live with them when she moved back to West Texas to attend school at Sul Ross. In the early 30s Mom roomed with Dadie, Hallie’s daughter and the Nannette and Kay’s mother.

Kay Pizzini, Hallie Stillwell's granddaughter, and Diane

I also met Tom Alex, an archaeologist with the Big Bend Natural History Association. We will be in touch as he explores on Tornillo Creek to hopefully find the remains of the Mena home.


Thursday, December 1, 2011

Visiting Big Bend Nov. 18 - Nov. 24, 2011

This trip was planned about two months ago when Front Street Book Store in Alpine invited me to present my book, Letters from the Big Bend: Legacy of a Pioneer during the annual Artwalk the weekend before Thanksgiving. I was thrilled to be invited. After accepting without hesitation, we began making plans for the seven day trip. My grown children, Greg and Jennifer, were planning to go with me.

We decided to extend our time to include not only the book talk in Alpine but also several days to take in as much as possible of the beautiful sights and historical remains in Big Bend. Greg and Jennifer had never visited the park and this would be only my second trip. The first one was in 2004 when Ron, my husband, and I discovered many photos and articles about my grandfather, Jim Landrum, and my mother, Mary Susan Landrum, in the Big Bend Archives at Sul Ross. This time, my husband, Ron, decided to stay in Houston because of his business.

We rented a Chevrolet Tahoe SUV and drove over eight hours from Houston to Marathon in West Texas. It's seventy miles to the Big Bend from the Marathon/Alpine/Marfa area. Arriving in Marathon, we checked into the historic Gage Hotel and settled in to get our bearings and make plans for the Artwalk in Alpine the next day.

The next morning was cool and crisp as we headed to Alpine for breakfast. The events of the day included an Art Car Parade which featured lots of cars of many different themes and colors. Visitors with various license plates began arriving. The eclectic crowd came from all walks of life with different interests and hobbies. We noticed campers, motorcyclists, travelers in SUVs and bicycles. Authentic Alpine volunteers manned the booths selling home-cooked West Texas fare like chili, barbecue, and tamales. Also, in the crowd were hippies and cowboy wannabes all decked out in jeans, cowboy shirts and hats. The true working ranch cowboys were easily noticed by their sunburned faces, hats that had seen better days, and scuffed boots covered with West Texas dust.

Entering Front Street Books

With my son, Greg, outside Front Street Books

Entering Front Street Books, we noticed the steady stream of customers eager to buy books featured in the evening’s program. Julie, one of the knowledgeable staff employed by Jean Hardy, the owner of Front Street Books welcomed us. She patiently reviewed the plans for the evening.

An eager crowd interested in historical books about the Big Bend and the surrounding area gathered for our presentations that night. I was thrilled with everyone’s interest in my grandfather’s handwritten letters that are the essence of my first book. A lively discussion with questions and answers followed. Then three other authors gave informative presentations about their books. All the books revealed many significant characters that lived in the area at different times in history. Other authors featured were Don Cadden (Tied Hard and Fast: Apache Adams – Big Bend Cowboy); A. Z. Hayes (The Last Peace Officer); and Mike Cox (West Texas Tales and Big Bend Tales).

A.Z. Hayes, Don Cadden & Mike Cox

Lively Discussion among Guests

We were looking forward to Monday to finally visit the Big Bend. When Monday arrived, the three of us were in the SUV early to make our way to Big Bend, seventy miles south. Our first stop was at the famous Hallie Stillwell Store and Museum. I was elated to meet Nannette Patton, Hallie Stillwell’s granddaughter and manager of the Hallie Stillwell Store and Museum. The famous Hallie Stillewell, Nannette’s grandmother, was one of Mother’s dear friends and lived to be 99. Nannette used a stamp with Hallie Stillwell's signature to autograph one of Hallie's books I had brought. In return, I gave her a signed copy of my book. After a while, we said our good-byes.

Visiting with Nannette Patton

Entering the park we were relieved that my lifetime national park pass could get all of us into the park at no charge. We headed toward the Panther Junction Ranger Station. The sights were wonderful along the way. Cactus, century plants, ocotillo, creosote bush and lechugilla were spotted as we made our way to our first stop, the ranger station at Panther Junction. Surprisingly, we saw a javelina along the roadside and snapped a photo as he quickly scrambled out of sight in the desert brush. Later in the trip, we spotted a hawk, a small herd of cattle, and a few wild horses.

Upon arriving at Panther Junction, the amazing Casa Grande rising abruptly to the sky directly behind the restaurant mesmerized us.

Casa Grande

As we were seated for lunch, we turned and in front of us was a fabulous view of the Window, a space between two mountain peaks through which you can see for miles into the Chisos Basin. After lunch, we hiked on one of the designated trails for a better view of the Window.

The Window

A highlight of the trip was our visit to Mount Locke, home of the famous McDonald Observatories, where we enjoyed a guided tour through the observatories. While inside one of the three dome shaped buildings, we were instructed how to manipulate a control device and with one flip of a switch, the telescope moved in several different directions. I moved the observatory’s dome so the window would be in the right position through which the telescopic lens would view the stars. A feeling of power came over me as I turned on that switch. What a thrill! We also looked at the sun in real time and with the aid of a computer receiving the information from one of the powerful telescopes.

Telescope at McDonald Observatories

It’s true, “The stars at night are big and bright … deep in the heart of Texas.” We drove to Terlingua Ghost Town and Study Butte and found our lodging at La Posada Milagro high on a ridge overlooking miles of the surrounding area. The night time sky lights up with a gazillion stars which are actually suns in the vast universe. The Milky Way was so clearly visible that it looked as though a huge patch of bright pixie dust had been strewn across the sky. It reminded me of how powerful the Lord is to have made such a vast outer space and beyond.

Don Staton, our tour guide with Big Bend Overland Tours out of Terlingua Ghost Town took us on a fantastic 10 hour trip through Big Bend. At Glenn Springs, we found the remains of the school my mother attended in 1926, 500 yds. to the north of the remains of what was probably a cattle dipping station.

Remains of Glenn Springs School

We saw lots of artifacts and it was hard to not yield to temptation and bring all of them home with us. Of course, that is not allowed in the park.

Greg looking at some Glenn Springs Artifacts

Don, our guide, pointed out where the US soldiers had placed their weapons on a hill to defend the area.

Jennifer, Greg and our guide, Don

A visit to La Noria and Ernst Tinaja was exciting because I'm almost sure we found the remains of the trading post, once called the Ernst Big Tinaja Trading Post, where my grandfather was manager after Judge Ernst's murder in the early 1900s.

Remnants of an Old Well at La Noria

Me at Ernst Tinaja

The remains were outlined in stone indicating the two rooms of the store and surrounding rocks which could have been a wall to keep out sheep and goats, etc.

Remains of the Ernst Store

We picnicked at Hot Springs and viewed what's left of the lodge. At Panther Junction Station, we arrived just five minutes before closing. Luckily, I met Mike Boren, Executive Director of Big Bend Natural History Association. He invited me to present my book at the February Panther Junction Pioneer Days. Hmmm, another trip to the Big Bend perhaps?

On our way home, we went south from Terlingua to Santa Elena Canyon and had a great time taking more photos and hiking up to the scenic lookout.

Ready to Hike!  Greg, me and Jennifer

A border patrol helicopter checking out the area flew over us while we were visiting that canyon.

U.S. Border Patrol Helicopter over Santa Elena Canyon


After lunch at Lajitas, we drove through the scenic Big Bend Ranch State Park and then on to Presidio. Further north we observed a drone keeping an eye on things in that area. In Marfa, we enjoyed a restful overnight stay at the beautiful Paisano Hotel. Early Thanksgiving morning we headed home taking I 10 east through Loop 1604 around San Antonio. We certainly broke with tradition when we had hamburgers for Thanksgiving lunch at a Whataburger on the north side of San Antonio on our way home. It tasted almost as good as a turkey dinner since we were famished.

All in all, the trip was very exciting. What a wonderful mix of emotions as we found significant remains of buildings in which our ancestors once lived and where my mother, Mary Susan Landrum, went to school. Best of all, it was a joy for me to experience a stronger bond with my kids. We were together for seven days as we traveled through the wild, exciting Big Bend of Texas searching for more family history.