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Thursday, May 17, 2007

I'm Tired Of The Double Talk

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We have a problem in this country. We don’t know how to tell the truth and we can’t disseminate between it and a lie. And then we justify it all by saying what are you going to do?

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When Imus was caned, the good Senator, Obama came out against him . . . I was shocked that a candidate would grasp on to such a dividing issue, for whatever reason. And I wrote a comment to “Obama for America”, today I got a response . . . No-reply.

I am a no body American, I understand that. But don’t you think the candidate should justify his words . . .

Here’s what I wrote;

Comments:

I have a problem with Mr. Obama . . . It’s simple, because of his comments about IMUS, I’m not sure he can be above black and white . . . I was shocked that he said anything . . . This country is not all black, white or other, it just is. A president has to be above that . . . He was wrong.

We all belong to groups, but which takes precedence over another? I don’t want to be known for my skin color. I would rather be a person, father, writer, husband, son . . . We all make mistakes. The classy thing for the coach of Rutgers to have done is to say enough . . . And take make it private. And all those so called Democrat Politicians, no loyalty there.

Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to share

We need to forgive to mend our wounds and we made a big mistake with Bust, we can not afford another divider.


. . . Why does any one want to be President? I have a feeling that answering this question, might give new incite on why our best people never run for this office . . . Name one president and I can find controversy in his life before being president. Why? I don’t mean personal, business scandals, wrong doings, hiding things, overlooking atrocities just to rise in rank.

We live in a time where both parties are the exact same . . . Sure they distance themselves from the other, but at the end of the day they both drink at the same watering hole.


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share


My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights



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The Moon Also Rises
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Because Parents Need To Know - Part 5







. . . . Haven't Read Other Parts?





Part 5 . . . The waiting and Chemo Weekends



Today we took my son for his scans, his second this year. We haven’t got the results yet. Computers were down, what’s a little more parental hell after what we’ve been through, but I’m getting ahead of myself . . .



Where’d I Leave Off? Oh yea . . .



My son was to do his Chemo treatments through Children’s hospital in Milwaukee and everything else was done at Froedtert. We met Dr. Kelly, my son’s Oncologist. That’s when we started those wonderful Chemo Weekends, come in on Friday, get the toxic crap pumped in three separate days worth, eat blandest tasting food and go home feeling like sh*t.



Five times we sat with my son in the hospital, five times we sat through that sh*t. He only really got nauseated once. It used to be hell, each time they gave you the toxic garbage, the patient lost his lunch. Anyway once his white blood count went through the roof . . . You see, the chemo kills blood cells. White blood cells are what fights off disease and they don’t want to let them leave the hospital until they have them replenished. So they gave him a new drug called Neulasta. It speeds up the process of building white blood cells.



All night my son complained that his joints ached, his bones ached and he was tired, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. The next day at his radiation treatment and he told Dr. Ferrot that he felt bad. The doctor made his nurse draw blood and run tests. The doctor wouldn’t even let the lab do the work, he made his nurse do them . . . My son had a count of 40000, ten times the normal level. White blood cells are made in the bone and they were doing a little speed building at the moment.



Anyway the pain went away and everything went back to normal.



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share





My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights






Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

The Moon Also Rises

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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Friday, May 4, 2007

Tell Me Your Life Altering Story





Six years ago, on a trout stream . . . I found my life’s passion. As it started to rain, I went back to my truck for lunch. And as it continued to rain, I took out a note pad and started to write my first story . . . I never stopped, never doubted it was my true love in life. Sometimes you have to take a wrong path, to find the right one.



Five years ago, my mom died and I made her a promise, never to quit following my dream. And I haven’t and never will.



Last year my son was diagnosed with CANCER and I stopped for a moment, until he was C-free. And now I’m writing once again. And one day I will write my son’s story, because ever parent needs to know . . .



Dreams only happen when you let them . . . Many times you put barriers in the way of your own happiness, many times you look for excuse rather than solutions . . . Is the glass half full or half empty . . . Start there, fix that first . . . Take of the bad and put back the good. You can do it . . . I did.



Do you have a story to share? Something that altered your course forever, tell us . . .



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write




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Thursday, May 3, 2007

Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie



Book Review: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom*****

A moving story of life and death, of loving and friendship . . . A professor and his life student, their friendship and the last class they shared together.

Author Mitch Albom shares with us, his last moments with a very special person, Morris S. Schwartz, his professor at Brandeis University . . .

Morrie teaches his last class with his student and us. He shares his life, his death and his views on how each of us can get more out of life. Fear of death keeps us from living, from sharing our dreams.

Dan’s Rant: ***** A must read



Dan Hanosh

Dreams are yours to Share



My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004

Soon to come, Sleepless Nights




Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share

Warriors and Wars

dhanosh writingup

Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com

Dan’s Room 2 Write





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Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Because parents need to know - Part 4




Part 4 . . . . Doctor Death, captain of the dream team

I woke up with peace in my heart . . . And I knew my little family and me, we get through this thing together.

Our doctor referred us to Dr. King, a surgeon from Froedtert hospital. We called, made an appointment for the next day . . . When CANCER is involved, Doctors move very quickly. . . . I was surprised.

At Froedtert, we parked in a four story parking structure. And made our way to the elevators, our car was on the daisy level. Daisies you laugh . . . The speakers were blasting out Doris Day singing her rendition of “Please don’t eat the daisies.” And I couldn’t help smiling. It eased my mind just a little.

I remember crossing the walkway and feeling my throat tighten, I wanted to scream, to run and hide. I watched all the others crowd into that tunnel maze, no one knowing where they were or where they going, they just did.

I remember pushing the up button and waiting forever waiting. Everyone crowding in and I wondered . . . What terminal disease did they have?

We sat in the outer waiting room for what seemed like a life time and then I thought maybe it was . . . My boys. Finally someone lead us through the big double doors, into one of the many small examining rooms. My son sat first, and then my wife, I stood.

And shortly the doctor came in, a thin man, youthful thirty-five or so. His name was Dr. King. Heather, his assistant was with him.

“Where did you go to school?” I asked trying to make myself at ease.
“Iowa,” he said proudly.
“A Hawkeye, eh?”
“Yes . . . “ he said, rather surprised I knew.
“We used to live in Des Moines.”

Then and there my boy coined his handle, doctor death. That’s when I knew my baby boy was scared. He was scared of the surgery and I was too.

The doctor explained my boy’s sarcoma for us. He told us that he wanted him to go through Chemo and radiation. A regiment, it was a nationally recognized procedure for his type of CANCER. I felt a little comforted in that doctors had a standardized plan of attack.

“Maybe we’re not the first, the only this has ever happened to?” I thought to myself.

Then he explained why he wanted my son to go through hell’s gate . . . He said it would reduce the margins of the tumor. So when he operated he would be able to cut all the ugliness from my baby’s body.


Dan Hanosh
Dreams are yours to Share

Because parents need to know - Part 1 . . .

Because parents need to know - Part 2 . . .

Because parents need to know - Part 3 . . .


My Books: The World Outside My Window, AuthorHouse, 2004
Soon to come, Sleepless Nights



Links: Dreams Are Yours To Share
Warriors and Wars
dhanosh writingup
Dan Hanosh poemhunter.com
Dan’s Room 2 Write


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