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Breaking all rules of blogging, this short story is way too long to post as a blog. But for those of you that do read it, a few things to be noted. This is a very real story that did happen to me in my junior year of high school. The majority of the people in this story are deceased. And I even changed a name of one of the characters. A few of you will remember when this happened and probably be able to figure out the changes. Consider it my creative license in writing. As for the rest of you that do not know the story…now you do.

The Incident

 Chapter 1

Lloyd walked into the mud room off the kitchen shutting the door behind him. He smelled burnt bacon and heard Millie on the phone. He kicked off his boots, walked into the kitchen, and went to turn the stove off. Bacon fat was splattering everywhere as he grabbed the pot holder to take the pan off the burner. He grumbled under his breath as his got splattered with hot bacon fat. He left the charred pieces of bacon on the stove and went to pour himself another cup of coffee. He could only hear one end of the phone conversation coming from the living room, but he knew who his wife was on the phone with at this early hour. It had to be Ethellynn Walker. His mood darkened as he sat down at the kitchen table with his coffee. From the sound of Millie’s voice, Ethellynn must have passed on some great new gossip. He had no interest in it at all but knew he would have to hear all about it as soon as Millie got off the phone. He needed food and a shower and was wondering which one he wanted first. He had waited too long as he heard his wife hang up the phone. As he figured, Millie came trotting into the kitchen full of delightful glee at the expense of someone else.

“You will never guess in a million years what has happened,” Millie breathlessly said. Lloyd didn’t even look up from his coffee cup and said nothing. He knew he would hear it regardless. “Ricky Huntress was expelled from school yesterday and the Sheriff was at Charlie and Joan’s house to arrest him!”

Lloyd did look up at this point, and could not hide the surprise in his eyes or voice when he asked “Why?”

“Well I see this news certainly interest you,” Milly gloated with pleasure. “This will knock the snobbishness out of the mighty Charlie and Joan Huntress for quite a while I would imagine.”

“There is nothing snobby about Charlie and Joan,” Lloyd quipped, and you know it. “And as far as I know, Ricky is a pretty decent kid in town. A lot better than most.”

“Just because Charlie and Joan are deacons with you at church does not mean they ain’t snobs.” “You ever see either of them coming into our store to buy anything? Well do you?”

Lloyd didn’t answer the question and kept his thoughts to himself as to why they didn’t. Their store consisted of a few loaves of bread, a cooler for milk and ice cream, and a rack of assorted outdated candy bars. The only people that ever bought anything from their “store” were people coming in to get their mail or to gossip with Millie. Charlie and Joan did neither.

Millie took Lloyd’s silence as agreeing with her assessment of the Huntresses. Her enthusiasm was evident as she scurried around the kitchen with her mouth moving faster than her feet. Lloyd ended up with a plate in front of him consisting of some cold scrambled eggs, four burnt pieces of bacon and one piece of dry toast. He kept drinking his coffee as he listened to Millie filling in all the details about how hard Charlie and Joan would fall after their pride and joy, Ricky, disgraced the family. After sifting out all of Millie’s opinions, he gathered that Ricky and some girl he went to school with had done some sort of mischief and got caught.

Ricky was in his Junior year of high school. Lloyd saw him every Sunday at church with his parents. Lloyd wasn’t surprised at all that a girl was involved in whatever the trouble was. Ricky was a little taller than he was which would put him about 6ft tall. He had a nice color of red hair and a quick smile. He was not heavy at all and had that young lean look of most guys his age. Charlie and Joan worked hard at their place and he was pretty sure that Ricky did also. The few girls that he knew in town seemed to enjoy being around Ricky. “And why not,” Lloyd thought. He knew of a few married women in town that thought about Ricky Huntress maybe a bit too much.

“Well?”  Lloyd are you listening to me?”

Lloyd came back to reality and looked at Millie standing in front of him.

“I said ain’t you going to eat the breakfast I fixed up for you?”

Lloyd looked as his untouched plate of food and his insides grimaced. “I’m not feeling really well this morning,” Lloyd replied. “I think I will just take a shower and maybe fix me up something later.”

“Ain’t feeling well? What’s wrong with you?” Millie questioned. “You sure got up early enough to do your chores in the barn. I think you care more for those silly animals then you do for me,” Millie snapped.

Lloyd got up and headed for the bathroom leaving Millie prattling on about wasting perfectly good food.

His body began to relax a bit as her voice faded into the background. He closed the bathroom door behind him completely drowning her out. “So, Ricky and some girl are in trouble” he thought. He had to admit that this particular gossip did interest him. He wondered what kind of trouble they were in. Sex came instantly to his mind, but no school would kick anyone out for having sex. And even if that were it, the Sheriff certainly would not be involved. Unless the girl’s family put up some big rowel about it. No, he didn’t think it would be sex. The church put on a big birthday party in February for Ricky when he turned 17. Ricky was pleased and polite to everyone but didn’t seem to show favoritism to any particular girl in attendance. Getting kicked out of school at the end of his Junior year would be rough. About three weeks of school left.

Lloyd figured he would hear more about it tonight at the Deacon’s meeting. Charlie and Joan would be mighty upset over this one for sure.

Chapter 2 

Sid and Helen Mason got into their car and backed slowly out of the garage. The door closed behind them as they drove off, heading for Charlie Huntress’s place. Helen spoke up first. “So, Joan didn’t say what this is all about?”

“No,” Sid replied. “She just asked if we could come over and talk with her and Ricky. I guess Charlie must be at work this time of day.”

“Well” Helen said with emphasis, “For Joan Huntress to ask for help, it must be something pretty bad. I hope that they are alright. Ricky is like a grand-son to us.”

“I know” said Sid as his brow furrowed with worry. “Let’s not borrow trouble just yet. We are almost there.”

Sid pulled into the driveway of a large white house with black shutters. A ranch style that Charlie had built himself. The grass was neatly cut, and the house was surrounded by beautiful June flowers. Charlie and Joan took a lot of pride in their home just like they did with everything they got involved with. Sid glanced across the street as they headed up the walk to the front door. He knew they were being watched by Charlie’s mother, Carlotta. She never missed a trick and would be on the phone instantly with Ethellynn Walker informing her of their visit.

The front door was opened by Joan who welcomed them in. Helen gave her a big hug and could see that she had been crying. Sidney closed the door to prying eyes and spotted Ricky sitting on a sofa in the living room. He was sitting in a balled-up position and didn’t even look up. That certainly was not like Ricky. Something was wrong.

Joan asked them both to come in and sit down. Helen saw Ricky looking like a lost soul and immediately went to the sofa, sat down beside of him and pulled him into an embrace. Ricky’s shoulders started shaking as the tears flowed.

Helen took charge of the situation and said “So, why are you two crying? Is Charlie okay, Joan?”

“Oh yes,” she replied. “Everyone is fine health wise. We have had something pretty bad happen and I’m at a loss of what to do.” She just sat there with her face in her hands and said nothing more.

Sid glanced at Helen and shrugged. “Ricky you haven’t even looked at us once since we came in. Now come on, it can’t be all that bad, tell us what is going on.”

Sid heard Ricky mumble “I’m too embarrassed to look at you guys. I’m in some really bad trouble.”

Helen pulled up Ricky’s chin. His face was tear streaked and blotchy from crying. Helen hated to see this in someone she loved and was more determined than ever to help if she could.

“Alright. So, you have done something that you should not have done and are in trouble for it. Who hasn’t,” she quipped.

“That’s right,” Sid interjected. “Now tell us what has happened. You know that we love you no matter what.”

Ricky glanced over at his mother who was now looking at him. He knew she was holding down her temper pretty well. And with the Mason’s here, she would not say much. He just remembered how white her face went when the Sherriff knocked on the door with an arrest warrant for him.

“How could I have been so stupid.” The words just started to pour out. “I have been kicked out of school and put on house arrest. The Sherriff was here this morning to serve me the papers. He was on his way to Kara’s house next.”

“Kara?” Helen asked. “Kara who?”

“A girl I go to school with. She and I have been kicked out with just three weeks left of our junior year. That means no finals, no moving on to my senior year, and probably no possibility of any college accepting my application now,” Choking on his words.”

Helen wasted no time with the obvious. She was well known to be loving but also blunt. “So, what did you and Kara get kicked out for?” Even Helen was dreading the answer.

“We broke into the chemistry lab at school. We took some Sodium and Phosphorous. We only meant it as a joke. Nobody got hurt from it.”

“Sodium and Phosphorous?” Helen asked in bewilderment. “My chemistry days were a long time ago Ricky. Why in the world would you have done that? And why would you be arrested? This is making no sense to me at this point.”

“Sodium mixed with water will make a small explosion, and phosphorous will ignite into flame if taken out of Kerosene. Kara wanted to use them to scare her father’s mistress. We did this back in February in front of her home. After the Sodium blew up and the Phosphorous ignited, we took off running. Well I guess the lady was petrified and called the cops. They have been working the case ever since then and just now figured out who did it. Kara and I.”

In one-way Helen was very relieved to hear the story. She had been prepared for what she thought would be the problem. So, it was a relief to find out otherwise. But looking over at Joan, she knew how horrible this was. Joan was a good woman, but one thing she did not take well was being embarrassed. And for Ricky to embarrass the “family” like this had to be catastrophic in her mind.

Helen just continued to hold Ricky and looked at Sid. “Ricky,” Sid said quietly, “I don’t understand everything yet in all of this, but I do know one thing. We still love you and you never have to hang your head in shame around us.”

I looked up. “You know people in this town Mr. Mason. I know Grammy saw the sheriff here this morning which means Ethellyn Walker knows, which mean Millie Hooper knows and the list goes on. The best thing I can do is move out of state.”

Everyone in the room knew he was right about the gossip. News like this was the life force of Shapleigh. And unfortunately, one of the biggest gossips in town happened to live right across the street…Charlie’s mother.

“Look” Helen chimed in, “Let’s not worry about gossip. Let’s just wait and see how this plays out. In the meantime, Sid and I are going to go pay a couple of visits. The first one to the school superintendent, Spiero Theriano, and the second one to the Chair of the school board, Eleanor Loija. I may be retired, but the superintendent and school board still listen if I want them to.”

Joan just nodded. She had called the right people. 

Chapter 3 

Gossip began to fly through town about the sinful Ricky Huntress. Every time the story got retold, a new piece was added. Millie was completely appalled that the Huntress family was still allowed to attend church let alone do anything else in town.

“What do you mean they were in church?”

“I said all of them were in church this morning as usual. And Ricky was in the choir as usual,” Lloyd repeated with inner amusement as he looked at Millie’s jowls flapping in disbelief.

“Well! I just can’t imagine how any of them would ever dare to show their faces in public again,” Millie sneered.

“Why Carlotta told me just yesterday morning that there has been a parade of people in and out of their house ever since ‘The Incident.'”

Ethyllynn had started calling it “The Incident” and it stuck. So everywhere a person went now, people were all talking about the incident and how Ricky had fallen from grace. From what Lloyd could see, Ricky had not fallen anywhere. In fact, just the opposite was happening. A quiet teen boy had been thrown into the spotlight and was now seen as quite the young man. Seems like the school board had been “convinced,” thanks to Sid and Helen Mason no doubt, to let him finish his classes in summer school and still get his regular high school diploma. Also seems like the sheriff, Reggie Cram, was up for reelection this year and was hoping that nabbing two hardened criminals would be a shoo-in vote for him. Lloyd seemed to think that Reggie had picked a very poor choice of who to tangle with. Charlie and Joan had position and influence, and anyone that they did not personally know, was probably not worth knowing. Lloyd knew for a fact the attorney Basil Kellis was already handling the case and things were not shaping up well for Reggie.

*****

In the mean-time I was staying mum to all the questions and minding my own business. I went to school each morning, avoided hanging around Kara per instructions, and stayed close to home the rest of the time.

The next week I was busy finishing up my summer session at school. I was so sick of school. Kara and I had most of our classes together, but we didn’t hang out much anymore. For one thing we were both busy. For another thing, the upcoming court date was just a couple of weeks away and both of us had been warned to avoid doing much together anymore. I knew that my parents were pouring a lot of money into this. It wasn’t just the attorney fees for the court hearing, but they were going to make sure that I had no record from any of this. I didn’t know if Kara’s mother was doing the same for her or not. My attorney told me that because I had never been in trouble before, had a good standing in school and some great personal reference letters, that he was pretty sure things would go very well and that I could get all this mess expunged. Whatever that meant.

So, I was doing my best to mind my own business in life and stay in the background as much as possible. Just two more weeks and all of this would be over. Our upcoming senior year is when we start searching for colleges to apply to. I was nervous that I would not get accepted because of getting into trouble. But I guess I was not the first guy that had ever gotten into trouble that was in college.

The court date finally arrived. Mom made sure I was dressed up nice to make a good impression on the judge. We got to the courtroom early and I had to sit up front with my attorney. Behind me sat my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason, my pastor, the high school superintendent, the head of the school board and my grandmother. I knew the only reason why she came was because she wanted to catch everything to spread the news around town once it was over. I was surprised that dad had even let in her in. But I guess he didn’t have much of a choice.

Kara sat on the opposite side of the room with her mother and attorney. The only difference was that they didn’t have anyone sitting behind them like I did.

The sheriff that had arrested us, Reggie Cram, was sitting off to the side of the room.

“All rise.” Some guy said as the judge walked into the room.

He went to his bench and sat down without even looking up. Then the rest of us sat back down. Some lady started reading a bunch of stuff that didn’t make much sense to me. All sounded like some formality that she had to read every time. Then the judge asked for both attorneys to approach the bench. The three of them talked for just a couple of minutes. The judge looked up once at me sitting there. I looked back at him with little expression but did not avert my gaze. I also saw him look at the people sitting behind me. Then the attorneys came back and sat down again.

“Sheriff Cram.” The judge spoke out.

“Yes, your honor.” He said rising to his feet.

“Where was this bucket of water and sodium at the location.”

“Approximately 100 yards from the residence your honor.”

“I didn’t ask for ‘approximately’, I asked where it was.” The judge did not sound pleased.

“At the end of the defendants drive your honor.” Reggie corrected his statement.

“Was it on her property?”

“No, your honor. It….”

The judge cut him off mid-sentence. “So, it was on the road by her property then?”

“Yes, your honor.” This time Reggie did not try to volunteer any information.

“Was there any danger that she could have been harmed from inside her house?”

Reggie did not like the question. “The defendant was extremely scared….”

“Sheriff Cram. Perhaps you are not hearing me well. I asked if there was any physical danger that she was in from inside her house. A yes or no will suffice.”

“No.” Reggie responded with obvious distaste that he could not speak his mind.

The judge picked up on his tone and did not like it.

“Do you have a problem with my questions?” The judge asked as he looked directly at him.

“No, your honor. I am….”

“Good to know.” The judge cut him off again and looked directly at me.

“Mr. Huntress.” He called me.

“Yes, your honor.” I spoke up clearly as I came to my feet.

“I suggest in the future that you choose your friends wisely and refrain from anything that affects people in a negative way.”

“Yes, your honor.”

“Miss Bently and Mr. Huntress. I assign each of you to 25 hours of community service. Do not let me see either of you in my courtroom again, because next time you may not find me in such a gracious mood.”

“Case dismissed.” He banged his gavel.

“All rise.” The guy yelled again, and it was over.

Reggie Cram looked like a balloon that had lost all its hot air. My attorney was saying something to my parents. I glanced over at Kara, and she was talking with her mother and attorney. Everyone behind me looked at me, gave me a warm smile, then left the courtroom. Everyone but my grandmother who had already left. Since she didn’t drive, that meant that someone was outside waiting to pick her up. I knew within an hour, the entire town would know everything that happened, complete with a few additions to spice up the gossip.

My attorney turned around to me and shook my hand. “Things went very well. I will take care of your records and let you know when things are done. You have nothing to worry about now. There will be no evidence that this ever happened.”

No evidence except for the old busy-bodies in town that would keep the story going for as long as possible. Man, I couldn’t wait to get out of Shapleigh.

On the drive home, my dad brought up my 25 hours of community work that I had to do.

“Basil was telling us that community work can be just about anything. I’ll contact some people that I know need some things done and you can get started immediately. We just have to let Basil know what you are doing, and he will do the rest.”

“Thanks.” I said as I looked out the window.

Mom turned around to look at me. “You had some good friends supporting you today that made the difference in how this could have ended Ricky. You understand that, right?”

I looked at her and knew what she meant. “Oh, I know Mom. Don’t worry, I have learned my lesson, and I won’t be doing anything stupid from now on.”

“Good. Make sure you don’t.”

Chapter 4 

Lloyd stirred in bed. So far in life his internal alarm clock knew when to wake him up. But this time he had the feeling that something different woke him up. He sat up in bed and put his feet on the floor. He just sat there a minute to get his bearings. Then he took his clothes from the straight chair and headed for the bathroom. The night light put out its usual dim glow in the room when he stopped and looked at the bed. Millie’s side was empty. That must be what woke him up. Now he wondered what the time really was. He turned on the light and squinted from the glare as he looked at his watch. A little before his usual rise time.

He began his trek to the kitchen when the smell of coffee hit him. He walked into the kitchen to find Millie busy cooking up a storm and even had his coffee ready.

“Good morning.” Millie said in a cheery voice. “Your coffee is ready and so is your breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon and some pan fries.”

Lloyd stood there a minute just looking at her.

“Err…good morning. And thank you.” Lloyd tried to hide the surprise in his voice.

“There, all done. Have and seat and I’ll fill your plate. You can eat before the animals do today.”

Lloyd sat down at the table and took a few sips from his coffee. It was just the way he liked it.

Millie set the plate of steaming food in front of him and then got herself a cup of coffee and joined him at the table.

“Eat up,” she said, “before it gets cold.”

Lloyd started eating and everything tasted great.

“This is really good Millie, thank you.”

“Well nothing says I can’t do this for you once in a while…does it?” Millie asked.

“No, I guess it doesn’t. I’m just thinking this is awful early for you to be up.”

“Well, now that you mention it, there is a reason why I am up this early. I wanted to talk with you about something.” The tone in Millie’s voice now put him on his guard. She was up to something and he could smell trouble.

“I wanted to talk with you about Ricky Huntress.”

Lloyd stopped chewing and looked at her in bewilderment, mixed with amazement.

“Ricky?” Lloyd could not hide his confusion. “You want to talk about him at this hour?”

“Yes, I do.” Millie hastily replied. Then she started right in on her reason for being up and trying to soften him up with a good breakfast.

“Carlotta was talking with me yesterday about how Ricky is doing his community service hours. Near as I can tell, he isn’t doing much of anything. Why Carlotta told me that he got to work off some of those hours just by visiting people at the nursing home with Sid and Helen.”

Millie took another sip of coffee and started up again. Lloyd was chewing slower and he was losing his appetite listening.

“Seems to me that ain’t no work at all. Anyone can go and sit with old people. Now you tell me what kind of work is that I’d like to know.”

Milled snorted and continued.

“Well as you know, the mail office here makes part of our home a federal institution. Why sortin’ out all that mail each day and keeping it straight for people is a lot of hard work for me. I don’t think everyone appreciates how much I do around here.”

Millie looked at Lloyd with that statement expecting to get some approval, but he was very intent eating his pan fries now. After another snort, she continued.

“Carlotta told me that he has just a few more hours to work off and he will be done. Then he begins his senior year like he didn’t do anything wrong at all. Don’t know what that high school is coming to letting someone like him back in to graduate and all. Probably Charlie bought his way in is what I am guessing.”

Lloyd spoke up on that one. “Millie you know there is no truth in that at all. Charlie would never do that.”

“Hrmff…I don’t know any such thing. But that is not what I want to talk about. I have something here that I want done and I’m going to get Ricky to do it.”

Lloyd just looked at her in surprise. “Something here you want done? What in the world are you talking about. Don’t I keep this place up good enough for you?”

“Well you keep it up good enough…I guess. But there are a few things I have been wanting to get done for a long time now and I just know you don’t have the time to do them with all of your other work around here.”

Lloyd stared at her waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I want all of the chicken coops cleaned and scrubbed and the two outhouses cleaned thoroughly.”

Millie had on this smile that she thought just boasted of her genius. The only thing it did in Lloyd’s mind was make him realize what a conniving woman she was.

“Have you lost your mind?” Lloyd growled at her. “We aren’t going to ask Ricky to do any such thing. I cleaned all those chicken coops just last month and they are fine. And as for cleaning our outhouses…we only have one at the end of the wood shed and that hasn’t been used in years.” Lloyd was quickly losing his temper which he rarely did.

“We have two outhouses.” Millie snapped right back. “Don’t forget the one on the side of the small barn in the back field. And when is the last time that you have cleaned that one out Lloyd Hooper?”

Millie’s eyes were ready for a fight.

“Those chicken coops stink to high heavens in this August heat and that smell comes right into my store. Enough to turn a person’s stomach. And it ain’t proper for a United States Post Office to have smells like that floatin’ in.”

Millie glared at him. “Well is it?” She asked again, not waiting for an answer.

“Carlotta, Ethellyn and me think it is high time that the mighty Ricky Huntress does some real work. Not just driving around with Sid and Helen and then treatin’ him out to lunch all the time.”

Lloyd started to get up and leave the table. He had heard just about enough.

“Lloyd Hooper, don’t you dare walk away from me. I tell you I want that punk to do some real work around here. And if you don’t call Charlie about it today, then I will. And I tell you this Lloyd Hooper. If I call him, he will get a piece of my mind about what I think work is or isn’t.”

Lloyd stopped and turned around. So much he wanted to say to the homely figure in front of him. She had a heart that was pure evil, and he couldn’t imagine what he ever saw in her to marry her. He never drank alcohol a day in his life, but he swears he must have been drunk to ask her to marry him.

“Well?” Millie sneered as she stood up. “Are you going to do the askin’ or am I?”

She knew she had won. Lloyd glared at her and just about spat out his next sentence.

“I’ll call Charlie tonight.”

He turned around and started out of the kitchen when he stopped.

“After I tend to the animals, I’ll be back in to fix up the upstairs.”

“Fix up the upstairs?” Millie gave him a quizzical look. “What is wrong with the upstairs?”

“Oh, nothing bad. Been meaning to fix it up now for some time, and I think today is just the right time. I’ll be moving my things to the upstairs spare bedroom. Only it won’t be the spare bedroom any longer…it is now my bedroom.”

Turning away from Millie’s shocked expression, he began whistling as he left the kitchen and headed for the barn.

Chapter 5 

“Well Ricky,” Charlie broke in on the TV show, “looks like you have your last few hours of community service taken care of.”

“I do? Was that the phone call just now?”

“Sure was, and you won’t guess who has some work for you to do.”

My dad had a quiet little smile pulling at the corners of his mouth which made me a little nervous.

“Who?”

“Lloyd Hooper.”

“Lloyd?” My mother and I said at the same time.

“What in the world would Lloyd have Ricky do that would count as community service?” My mom asked with doubt.

“Well seems like Millie running the Post Office is what would make the work count as community service. After talking with Lloyd, I am pretty sure that Millie is behind this idea, though he would not come right out and say it. I could tell that he was pretty embarrassed over the whole thing. He kept apologizing all over himself.”

I knew that Millie didn’t think much of me already and I was not too sure about doing any work for her.

“What do you think Dad? Should I do it?”

“Well it can’t do you any harm to at least go down there tomorrow and see what the work is. And it would be the end of your hours and you would be done with it. Then we can put this entire mess to bed and forget about it.”

“Yeah…you are right about that. Did Lloyd say when he wants me there tomorrow?”

“Not until the afternoon he said. Then if you agree, you can do the work on Saturday.”

Mom started talking with dad about the overall opinion of Millie Hooper and I went back to watching TV. I supposed I could make it through one day of working for Lloyd, or Millie or whoever just to be done with everything.

The next morning, I helped out in the garden for a while, and after lunch headed down to the Hooper farm. I drove up the drive and parked to the side as far as possible, so people could get to the post office. I hadn’t even gotten out of the truck when Lloyd came out of the barn to meet me.

“Afternoon Ricky.” Lloyd said extending his hand for me to shake.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Hooper.” I shook his hand and then waited to see what he had for me to do.

“Why don’t we talk in the barn out of the heat.”

I followed him into the interior of the barn. It was cooler with all the doors swung open. And it also got me out of firing range from inside the post office. I knew Millie was watching, and I also saw Ethellyn’s car parked when I pulled up.

“I feel pretty foolish about this whole thing Ricky. To be completely frank with you, this is all Millie’s idea. And she has found out exactly what I think of her idea.” Lloyd said with a smile. “I’ll let you know what she wants done around here, but I want you to feel perfectly free to say no if you don’t want the work.”

“Oh, that is fine Mr. Hooper. I don’t mind hard work.” I could tell he was feeling awkward about the whole thing. He would not directly look at me.

“Millie thinks the hen houses need cleaning, and the two outhouses we have. One outhouse is here at the end of the woodshed and the other is up at the barn in the back fields. The hen houses are not bad at all he quickly chimed in. I cleaned them just about a month ago. And of course, the two outhouses are not even used any more at all. Well hardly at all.”

The outhouses did not thrill me too much, but I knew how to muck out a hen house pretty quickly and figured an old outhouse would not be much different.

“Sure, that would fine.” I said with a smile. “I can start on the hen houses this afternoon if you want and finish everything up for you tomorrow.”

“You sure you are okay with doing this?” Lloyd asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure. No problem at all. If you show me where your pitchfork and shovels are, I’ll get started right away.”

Lloyd led me to the back of the barn where there was a decent array of tools hanging on the wall. I grabbed a pitch fork, a flat shovel and a hoe. Lloyd also took a flat shovel off the wall and headed out the back door of the barn. I fell in beside of him as we walked to the hen houses.

I really did not know Lloyd very much. I saw him Sunday mornings in church, but he was always in a suit and pretty quiet. He was still being quiet but had replaced the suit with jeans and a t-shirt. The change in clothes made him look like a totally different person. I just knew him as Chairman of the Deacon Board at church

When we arrived at the chicken coops, most of the hens were out scratching in the dirt. There was a total of four coops to be cleaned out. They did stink, but I certainly had smelled worse. It was obvious that they had been cleaned out not to long ago which meant Millie was getting some sadistic glee in having me clean them out again. Well, let her have her moment, I thought. In eight days I would start my senior year in high school while making plans to leave Shapleigh for college, and wow was I ready.

It was now obvious that Lloyd planned on helping me muck out the coops.

“I can do these fine by myself Mr. Hooper. I must work off six more hours, and this job should do that for me. You can continue what you were doing, and I’ll get these started.”

“Tell you what then. You work on these coops, and tomorrow I will help you with what is left. I’ll make sure you don’t work more than six hours total. We will save the barn in the back field for last.”

It took me three hours to thoroughly clean two of the hen houses. They just about sparkled when I was done. I decided to save the rest of the work for the next day. I headed back to the barn to wash the tools and take care of them. I found Lloyd putting some oats in the trough for the animals.

“Done for today?” Lloyd asked.

“Yes.” I replied.

“If it is okay with you I can be here around 8:00 AM tomorrow and be done by lunch time.”

“That sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

I got back home and told my parents what the work was and that I had already done half of it. Mom was about ready to call Millie and let her have it when she heard I was to clean out their outhouses. Dad calmed her down and said, “work is work,” Ricky can handle it and it won’t kill him. “Don’t give Millie the satisfaction of knowing that it bothers you.” 

Chapter 6 

The next morning, I wolfed down my breakfast and put on some pretty ratty clothes. Jeans that were ripped in several places, an old t-shirt that had a few rips also and some sneakers that I did not care about. If I was going to be crawling around the inside of two outhouses, I did not want anything on I cared about. After I was finished, I could just toss everything into the trash.

I pulled into the Hooper yard a little before eight. Once again Lloyd came out of the barn to greet me. I was starting to think he lived in the barn. Of course, being married to Millie I couldn’t blame him if that were the case.

“A slight change in plans. I thought we would start in the back field this morning and work our way back to the house. That okay with you?”

“Sure, that is fine. Whatever works best for you.”

“I have all of the tools we will need in the trailer on my tractor. We can take that instead of walking.”

He got on the tractor and started it up. I jumped onto the back of the trailer swinging my legs as we headed to the back field. The early morning ride was nice. I had never seen any of the Hooper back fields. They were well maintained and so was the small barn. It really didn’t amount to more than an oversized pole barn. Lots of farms had these as a place to keep some small equipment without having to go back to the main house all the time.

We stopped at the barn and Lloyd went to open the side door. I jumped off the trailer, grabbed the tools, and followed him into the barn. It had that nice smell of fresh hay and old timbers. There were two small windows that let in some filtered light, but no electricity up here. As I expected, Lloyd opened  the large double doors to let in more light.

“I’m making a small change in Millie’s jobs for you. I have 50 bales of new hay here that I need to get up into the mow. I figured if you get up in the loft, I can pass them up to you so that you can stack them. That okay with you?”

“sure, that is fine.”

I walked over to the old wooden ladder and climbed up into the loft. Lloyd began handing the bales up to me. They were only 50 lb. bales, but still quite a lot of weight to be moving around. I worked up a sweat fast and was all itchy from the hay dust in the air.

When we were finished, Lloyd said it was time for a break.

I climbed back down to the main floor and walked over to the open doors to catch a breeze. Lloyd had walked back to his trailer and grabbed a cooler I had seen there earlier.

Coming back into the barn, he grabbed a couple of tin cups off a timber and filled them up. He handed me one and sat down in one of two old wooden chairs he had pulled up to the open door. My cup was filled with some ice-cold water flavored just a bit with molasses. Just like dad and I drank when cutting wood. We sat there in silence drinking the water. It was nice and cold and sure hit the spot.

“So,” Lloyd spoke up, “you start your senior year next week.”

“Yes sir”, I said. “I’m so excited to start, and be looking at colleges to send in my applications. Will be nice to do something different and try to figure out what I want to do with my life.”

“Well you will be missed at church. It will seem strange not seeing you in the choir. I would imagine that Sid and Helen will miss you a lot. I have no doubt you will get accepted into a college and do very well.”

Lloyd seemed to want to say something but acted like he did not quite know how to say it.

“Everything okay Mr. Hooper?” I asked.

He sipped some more of his water and just stared out the open doors.

“I want to apologize for Millie making a fool of us and having you do this work.”

“Oh, do not worry about that at all, Mr. Hooper.”

“I know the past couple of months have be rough on you. But I also wanted to let you know how much you have impressed me and a lot of others in this town. Not everyone in Shapleigh is an old busy-body like my wife and a few others that you know. You have proved to most people that you are a hard-working young man from a good family in this town.”

He sat silent for a moment and gave a small sigh. “Just one more thing I want to say. Consider it a small piece of advice from a man that lives with a few regrets.”

Looking over at me now, I could see sadness and loneliness in his face.

“Stay strong in the good convictions that your parents have obviously brought you up by, and never settle for anything less than the best in life.”

His gaze went back to the wide-open world outside of his small barn. “There are a lot of decisions ahead of you. Make wise choices, Ricky, ones that you will never have to regret living with for the rest of your life.

I did not say anything as he looked back at me. But I knew exactly what he was talking about and I felt an ache for him. He was a man that had given up hope, like an animal caught in a trap with no way out.

Shapleigh did have some very good and decent people living there and I knew many of them.

Those few words that he spoke to me sent home a message more than anything else that had happened over the summer. Choosing the right thing to do in life was not always easy, but looking at the broken life beside of me, I knew I would be thinking very carefully before making any future decisions in life.

“Thank you, Mr. Hooper. That is the best advice I have gotten from anyone about ‘The Incident’.”

We both chuckled a bit over that and then it was time to head back.

We rode in silence to the house. Lloyd turned off the tractor just as Millie walked out of the kitchen door.

“So, you finally finish up the jobs I needed done. You sure took your sweet time about it. I guess that Charlie and Joan’s little Ricky is not used to real work”, Millie said with a smirk in her tone.

At the mention of my parents I turned around and glared at Millie.

“I guess my parents raised me fine enough to see something mighty good when it is right in front of me. Too bad everyone wasn’t raised the same way.”

I could tell that Millie felt like I had just insulted her in some way but was not sure how. Then I just sweetly smiled and said goodbye. I turned around and reached out my hand to shake Lloyd’s.

“Thank you, Mr. Hooper, for the work and for helping me out when I needed a hand. Please let me know if you ever have more work for me to do around your place. I would be more than willing to help you out.”

He shook my hand and wished me good luck in school. I got into my truck and drove off.

I had no idea what my future held, but I did know one thing for sure. There would be no Millie or further incidents in my life.

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Lupron Shot

I had my last Lupron Shot on Tuesday. Out of the many side effects I would say I have fatigue, swelling of legs and feet, overall weakness, and mood changes.

This Shot is good for three months. I still take me bicalutomide every day. Nine radiation treatments to go.

My numbers look good according to my blood work.

My moods are the scary part. We all have good or bad moods. But as adults we know when to control them. As for me right now I just need to avoid people and all will be good! I’m so tired that all of my filters are gone. So I apologize in advance for what may come out of my mouth.

I’m normally a pleasant person…really!

😂😬😠🤪🤨😇😡🤬

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The 12th Day of Radiation…

Not exactly a title to set to music, but coming up with snappy titles is not always my thing. I ask Ariel to help me out many times.

So 12 radiation treatments are behind me…17 ahead of me. My last blog was about side effects, so no need to go over those again. They have not really changed. Maybe a few have intensified, just a dash, but for the most part I guess (I hope) a status quo has been reached.

So this post is just a couple of heads up I have tripped over and hopefully others may avoid by reading this.

My hormone therapy creates havoc with my body. Several side effects are definitely icky ones due to blocking my testosterone. But now, about three months into it, I have found a couple of things that have helped.

One side effect is nausea…the second one would be agitation. I do not think either of these are avoidable, but I have learned to choose the “best” time to feel them at their worst.

The six months of treatment started out with a heavy duty hormone shot good for three months. Followed up with taking a pill every day. One side effect that was stressed to me was that I would feel fatigued or tired. Because of that, a lot of people choose to take the pill in the evening so that they can sleep most of it off. Since I had two months of hormone therapy before I started radiation, sleeping it off was not that big of a deal for me. I did not have to be anywhere at a set time so I was taking my pill before bedtime. I knew that I was not sleeping all that well, felt nauseas, and agitated during the night, etc. But not a huge deal since I could take a nice morning nap each day. But then I started my radiation treatments. I now have to get up at 5AM to start my day and make it to my morning appointment. One week of early morning alarms and I was like UGH! But being the not so brilliant person that I am, I did not think of changing the time that I take my hormone pill. Tuesday of this week I smartened up and am now taking my pill at lunch time. So my afternoons and early evenings are not all that great, but when bed time hits, along with the help of Melatonin, I get a good nights sleep. So the rest of this past week, my morning routine went much smoother. Mostly because I was awake for it.

So what I am saying here is be smart with the timing of your medication. Choose when you want to be at your worst and make sure to get SLEEP.

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Things are going great!

After my first week of radiation, I think things are progressing along quite well. Don’t you?

Faceglow And I bought Wendy some lovely new lingerie! IMG_2109

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Let the games begin!

After the news about Hope Lodge in Boston, Wendy and I had yet another choice to make. Do we look for hotels, an apartment, a private home, etc., near Dana-Farber or do we look elsewhere for my treatments. I knew that Wendy did not want to live in Boston for two months. She made that quite obvious to me. And I was not keen on the idea of Wendy driving around in Boston if I was not able to. Neither of us considered the commute a viable option. Sounded to me like we were on the road to look for a totally new treatment facility. Or go back to the VA which we were at least familiar with and we knew they were wheelchair accessible.

I called my Dana-Farber Oncologist to discuss our options. He had already been thinking about it and offered me an immediate solution that sounded too good to be true. He had contacted a Radiation Oncologist that he personally knew in Portland who worked for the Maine Medical Cancer Institute. He was willing to take over my case. At this point I was more than willing to go with that suggestion. I could at least talk with the new doctor to see what he thought. My biggest worry was starting all over again with doctors and treatment plans. An appointment was made for the next week and at the Scarborough Medical Center which is only 45 minutes from home. That certainly sounded hopeful.

Many of you may be wondering why I did not go there in the first place. After my let down with the VA, I wanted to seek out what I thought would be the premier of Cancer Centers. For the New England area, that would be Dana-Farber. I really had not considered looking into Maine Medical Center.

An appointment was made for the following week to meet with the new doctor. My MD Oncologist at Dana-Farber wanted me to continue with my hormone therapy until I spoke with the new doctor. He might want to continue on the same path I was already on, or he may want to change things up.

Wendy and I met with him, and for both of us, it seemed like our prayers had been answered. We liked the facility, the doctors, the nurses, and he wanted to follow the same treatment plan that I had started with Dana-Farber! I had finally found a door in the midst of brick walls.

So the way things are now, I am receiving my hormone therapy from Dana-Farber, and receiving my radiation treatments from Maine Medical Cancer Institute in Scarborough, Maine. I hit several snags on the journey but I feel like God worked things out that would ultimately be the best for me. I just finished my sixth radiation treatment today and have the weekend off! I am very thankful for that. I will share in my next post some side effects that have hit me. Some expected, some not so expected. BUT…After all of this, my new most favoritest (my word) verse in the Bible is Psalms 46:10a “Be still, and know that I am God”.

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Are you kidding?

So I had rounded yet another corner with my treatment plan. I had decided not to have surgery like the VA wanted. At least not with some type of further testing done first, and some imaging done. The three Oncologists at Dana-Farber completely agreed with me, and with the scheduling of appointments, my first one would be to have an MRI done.

The following week I had my MRI done. The MRI showed that my prostate was cancerous with a tumor bulging out more on one side. The cancer had not metastasized which was good news. So my elevated PSA count, biopsy results, MRI results, and my concerns as a paralyzed man were all taken into account when deciding on a treatment course best suited for me. This is what I was asking the VA to do for me and was flat out told that is not their protocol. Looks like the VA medical system could still use some help.

So I would begin my preferred treatment plan immediately and it would go as follows.

  1. Begin hormone therapy. This would begin with an initial Lupron shot followed by a second shot in three months. Lupron Depot is classified as a leutinizing hormone releasing hormone (LHRH) agonist. HRH agonists work by telling the pituitary gland located in the brain to stop producing leutinizing hormone, which (in men) stimulates the testicles to release testosterone.
  2. Along with the shots, I would be on Bicalutamide hormone pills for six months. Most prostate cancers need the hormone testosterone to grow. Bicalutomide blocks testosterone from reaching the cancer cells. Without testosterone the prostate cancer may shrink or stop growing.
  3. Two months into my six month treatment program I would start traditional radiation. I was to have two months of radiation, Monday thru Friday.

The doctors were very knowledgeable and took the time to listen to me and my concerns of how a surgery would affect me. But even here I had to explain why going into this as a paralyzed person would be different than an ambulatory man. I pointed out several things that they had not thought of. Once again I wondered, was I the first paralyzed man to have prostate cancer? But they were willing to listen and agreed with my choice of treatment over surgery. All of this in hopes that at the end of six months, my body will go back to normal.

Most of the time Wendy and I were just listening as they explained the treatment, what to expect and possible side effects. here are some of the possible side effects that I might experience.

  • redness/burning/stinging/pain/bruising at the injection site,
  • hot flashes (flushing),
  • increased sweating,
  • night sweats,
  • tiredness,
  • headache,
  • upset stomach,
  • nausea,
  • diarrhea,
  • constipation,
  • stomach pain,
  • breast swelling or tenderness,
  • acne,
  • joint/muscle aches or pain,
  • trouble sleeping (insomnia),
  • reduced sexual interest,
  • swelling of the ankles/feet,
  • increased urination at night,
  • dizziness,
  • weakness,
  • chills,
  • clammy skin,
  • skin redness,
  • itching or scaling,
  • testicle pain,
  • impotence,
  • depression,
  • memory problems.

This was quite a list to hear as they went over it with me. Some of them did not apply to me because of my paralysis. I guess there is a silver lining to every cloud.

Next we discussed the Monday thru Friday radiation that I would be getting. They told me each session was extremely brief. The problem is that Dana-Farber is at least a two hour drive from home. But that, in theory, was no problem since they had a place called Hope Lodge that people could stay in for free during treatments. Of course that would mean Wendy and I moving to Boston for January and February. Neither of us were very thrilled about that prospect, but had little choice unless we wanted to make the drive in to Boston 5 days a week. I certainly did not want to do that.

So I received my first Lupron shot and had started taking my Bicalutamide when I heard from Hope Lodge. After I hung up the phone with Hope Lodge, I just hung my head in disbelief. I yelled for Wendy and told her the news…Hope Lodge rooms were not “exactly” wheelchair friendly, and their shuttle service back and forth to Dana-Farber was not handicap accessible AT ALL. None of their shuttle busses had ramps or lifts for wheelchairs. Wendy first asked what I meant about the rooms. They told me the bathrooms were small and that the showers were not roll in accessible for my shower chair. But the real kicker was that their shuttle service was not handicap accessible? In a major city, Boston? At a leading cancer center, Dana-Farber? I could not believe it. Did Boston miss the memo about ADA Laws? Wendy did not want to live in Boston for two months and she certainly did not want to be the designated driver in a busy city. And neither of us wanted to make the 4-5 hour drive, five days a week into Boston, for my treatments.

I called my Oncologist and told them the news. They were as shocked as I was and had no idea. They were tripping all over themselves apologizing. Yet that did not change the fact that I had hit yet another brick wall.

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Decision Time

Some of you may be scratching your head after my last post…wondering what any of that has to do with prostate cancer. After I am up and ready to face a day, things go pretty smooth. I have my snags along the way, but so does everyone else. At the end of the day, which is very early for me because of dealing with chronic back pain, I have to get myself ready and prepped to go to bed. My point is this…nothing in my life is now easy or fast. Yet for some reason, doctors just do not get that.

Since September, here are some comments that I have had doctors make to me while discussing possible treatments. Choices that have no bearing at all to me or will make Wendy’s and my life horrible. I’ll tag the comments to the respective treatments. I will also mark in red how it does, or does not, affect me. Then you will see how I made my decision.

Let’s start with surgery without any testing other than a PSA count and biopsy.

“We will cut your Urethra Tube on each side of your prostate and remove your prostate. You will experience your bladder leaking, but that can be taken care of with medication and some exercises such as Kegeling to strengthen your bladder.” (Yes this was really said to me) “There may be possible radiation or chemotherapy after surgery if needed.”1508788941020

  1. Is the cancer contained in the prostate or could it have metastasized outside of the prostate? The Urologist was quite sure the cancer had not spread. Not sure how they know that without looking. I was told they would deal with any complications after the surgery. Sounded pretty complicated to me before the surgery.
  2. My bladder has the tendency to already leak and I have been on medication for that for the past 20 years. Which is in my medical records if the doctor had checked.
  3. Kegeling? Is there some part of paralyzed that the doctor does not understand?
  4. I will now have to change my lifestyle again and switch to using a condom catheter and leg bag 24/7…or take up wearing depends. 

Traditional Radiation

“This typically has best results over other forms of radiation. You may experience a slight rash or burning irritation at the entry points of radiation. Chances of your bladder leaking is minimized. However, you may experience loose bowels and increased urgency to go to the bathroom.”

  1. Regardless of what the radiation does at the entry points, I will not feel it.
  2. My bladder not leaking more than it already does would be a good thing.
  3. Loose bowels is a very bad thing for me (and not a good thing for Wendy to deal with). 
  4. I will not know if my body tells me there is an urgency to go to the bathroom. And even if I did think there was an urgency, it would make little difference since I would not be going “quickly” to the bathroom. My bowels and or bladder will do what they want to do regardless of where I am. In other words, I would no longer be leaving the house.
  5. But when the radiation is completed, there is a good chance that my body would revert back to how it is now. 

Chemotherapy

“It is unlikely that you will need follow-up chemotherapy.”

  1. Chemo is not even a consideration for me. I have seen too much suffering and death from this “cure”.

Protein Beam Therapy

“We do not think this type of radiation works as well as traditional radiation. It can also cause more extreme effects that traditional radiation causes.”

  1. I do not like the sound of more extreme effects.
  2. There are only a few places in the USA that offers this type of treatment. That would mean traveling or moving to a different location for the period of the treatment.

Low does radiation coupled with hypothermal treatments

I did not discuss this treatment with any doctor. Once again this would mean Wendy and I packing up and moving to a new place in order to get this. Remember that I am not just able to pick up and move to a new place without a lot of planning ahead.

Brachytherapy

“Research shows that this type of therapy works best for pediatrics. So we would not recommend this for you.”

  1. Interesting to hear since most definitions say that this is a cure often used for prostate therapy.
  2. There is the problem of planting radioactive seeds inside of my prostate and being around other people or pets. So either I leave home for a while to a place of hermitage or my family and pets leave home. And once again, Wendy would have to stay with me to assist with other possible side effects.

Traditional radiation coupled with hormone therapy

“You will have six months of hormone therapy. What that means is that you will be taking a medication to block your testosterone production which feeds the cancer in your prostate. After two months into the hormone therapy, you will receive six weeks of radiation. Both of these will likely give you loose bowels and an increased urgency to go to the bathroom. The hormone therapy will give you what we refer to as male menopause. Hot flashes, moods changes, and breast tenderness would be the most common. After your six months are up, you will start producing testosterone again and your body should return back to normal from the hormone therapy and radiation.

  1. Six months of male menopausal symptoms? Breast tenderness? The only good thing about that is once I am off the medication, by body “should” return back to normal. Same with the radiation. Six months of “ick” but then back to normal. Or at least my definition of what is now normal.

So…there are my cures. It was time for me to decide if I was going to proceed with any of them or do what I would prefer which is the “do nothing” approach. Once again, I needed to consider what Wendy wants, do a lot of thinking, and a whole lot of prayer time.

I decided to go with the traditional radiation coupled with hormone therapy. That meant canceling my upcoming surgery with the VA, and working with Dana-Farber. At least at Dana-Farber I was talking with Oncologists. Things seemed to be settling into place. Wow was I wrong to think that!

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