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Blog and family and reviews12 Sep 2019 08:17 pm
Years ago in physical therapy school, life was so simple. Eat, study, sleep, go to gym, go to class, study for exams, take exam, celebrate finishing exam, watch sports or watch movies to unwind, repeat cycle. I was very focused on what I needed to do to be successful in grad school. September 11, 2001 changed everything. This is the first time I’ve talked it about since then and it still hurts. It marked the end of our innocence. It was the first major life event our group of friends came up against. Most of our friends from college were moving along and preparing for the next major transition. Some were in grad school, while others were “becoming adults” and moving up the ladder in the corporate world“. Most of my friends from college moved to big cities like LA, San Francisco, Chicago, or New York. There were still a few of us in Michigan. I tried to start fresh in LA, but I decided to come home and go to physical therapy school in Michigan. I’ll admit it was probably for the best because there weren’t as many distractions. On Sept 10, 2001 – the day before everything happened I went to a Detroit Tigers game with some of my classmates. We were right behind first base on the field. I have never sat that close to the field. We were in prime position to snag grounder foul balls. We all brought our baseball mitts with the hope that we would be lucky enough to snag one. I don’t remember the intricacies of the game, but I do remember cheering for a player named “Wendell” cause he had an extremely uncommon sports name and we probably had a few refreshing ballpark beers. Anyways, to our surprise we were able to snag a foul ball and were ready to bring our “trophy” to class the next day to brag about all the fun we had at the game.

The next morning, I remember waking up and going through my regular morning ritual before our first class of the day. My roommate usually lagged behind me. He was still on the couch glued to the news when I left, but I thought nothing of it. I’ll admit that I was the nerd in grad school who liked to get to class early and review my notes before the lecture. I can’t say the news of the first tower strike really hit me until I arrived at school and it was all anyone was talking about. I thought that it must have been an accident. Then we heard about a second plane crashing into the other World Trade Center tower. We were shocked. This definitely was not an accident! Someone orchestrated this! And then I got a call from my girlfriend from undergrad saying that our friend Christina works at the World Trade Center and no one had heard from her! That’s when the gravity of the situation hit me. It hit me hard. Our crew used to hangout at her apartment all the time. I lost touch with Christina after graduation, but my girlfriend at the time was still pretty close to her. I called my other friends in New York to make sure everyone was OK. Many of my friends from undergrad were in New York and we were updated about everyone. Another one of my friends from undergrad worked there, but he wasn’t at the office that day! I got scared when we didn’t hear back from Christina. She used to be the “moron police” whenever me and my buddies were acting stupid. Her look of stern disapproval instantaneously evaporated any thoughts of mischief in anyone caught in her gaze. For the first time in my life I was genuinely concerned with a peer’s well being. No one had ever been sick or had any major life crisis. Having a friend caught up in the reality of the situation made me realize that although we were heading in different directions, we started the journey to adulthood together from the same place with similar ambitions and roots. It made me wonder how we grew apart. After graduation, everyone goes in different directions. Everyone gets busy and it takes work to maintain those friendships, especially with the people who helped mold you into the person you become today. I lost contact with her my senior year of undergrad because we both got busy pursuing our own interests. I remember driving from Michigan to New York City a day after with some friends who probably felt the same. I’m not sure what we could actually do there, but I’m pretty sure it helped being around others that had similar feelings. People came to New York City from all over but most notably: Ohio, Michigan, Maryland, and California. All I remember was a silent 10 hour car ride to New York, but things got really somber once we got to the tunnel into the city. Seeing most of our friends from undergrad together made us feel a little better, but everyone was missing the one person that united us. We needed each other at that particular moment because it was such a confusing time. We had no idea what to say to each other. Sometimes a hug from a loved one or friend is all the talking we need. I remember going to the site and looking at all the pictures posted of missing people and the crowd of people searching for friends and loved ones. My heart dropped. I felt sad and confused how this could have happened. I remember the look on the faces of the police officers doing crowd control. They probably felt the same helpless because there was nothing they could do. I made eye contact with one officer. I could tell he felt the same feelings of helplessness. He let our group come up front to front of the barricades and pay our respects/ say our prayers.

Fast forward to 2019, I decided to symbolically fly on 9/11 back to Michigan to clean out my mom’s basement. As I sit back and recall all the emotions from that tumultuous week, I’m glad that there were people around so that we could go through the emotions together. I still miss Christina, but I’m sure she would be proud to see how much we’ve grown since our days at “the apartment”.

Blog and Random blog02 Sep 2019 08:46 pm
Sports has been the one constant in my life ever since I was young. The highs and lows of being a fan/supporter of any sports teams connects so many people. I realized that sometimes I would get I am still a die hard fan, but it doesn’t consume me as much as it used to. I don’t get too emotional in front of people, but put me in front a team that I’m a fan of and I’ll have the vocabulary of a grumpy sailor. I needed sports in every major transition in my life because “cheering for something” was a great escape from the moments of uncertainty or the seriousness of new situations. I look back at every major transition in my life and there was always a big sporting event associated with it. Detroit Tigers win the 84’ World Series. Motor City “Bad Boys” win 2 NBA championships. U of M football wins National Championship. Detroit Pistons win another NBA Championship. Patriots win multiple NFL Super Bowls. The Golden State Warriors win multiple NBA Championships. The Houston Astros win the World Series. The Toronto Raptors win the NBA Championship.

My younger brother played organized sports (t-ball) before I me because I was too much of a comic book fan to start paying attention to sports. He was always the cooler one although I will always be the BIG BROTHER… HAHAHA! But once we started playing the same sports, we grew extremely competitive… especially through high school when we were on the same team pushing each other to excel. It is the thing that still defines us. Our competitive nature is what made us stick out and helped us to gain acceptance in a community where we were so different from everyone.

Sports and physical activity became a part of my identity. However, that identity was put in jeopardy when I was faced with some severe physical impairments after major brain surgery. Luckily, working as a physical therapist and physical therapy assistant has exposed me to some amazing stories of rehabilitation and adaptation. The core of my former career as a physical therapist was rooted in helping people learn how to adapt to their impairments and discover how they can thrive under new circumstances. This is the crux of mAss Kickers Foundation. MKF strives to achieve adaptation and self-discovery in tumor/cancer survivors and their loved ones.

Blog and housekeeping28 Aug 2019 10:09 am

I just “pressed the reset button”.  I had to take a little break from the oncology world, but I’m ready to jump back in the survivor advocacy game. This time around, I’m armed with the bitter taste of loss in my mouth. For the past 10 years, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting incredible post-treatment thrivers from around the world. Unfortunately, I have also experienced losing so many close friends to tumors/cancer.  That is why I had to take a break and try something new.  It pissed me off. I tried going back to grad school to approach the issue of post treatment thrivership from an academic angle.  I discovered that my post treatment impairments (and age) put me at a HUGE disadvantage in an academic setting with so many gifted colleagues in the program.  I thought I stuck out before, but now I felt like I was sticking out out for the wrong reasons.  I am not the same student I was in physical therapy school.  Somewhere along the line I became academically cynical. I didn’t enjoy the classes, I questioned why we had to do things, I had very little in common with my classmates, and then I became the guy in the scooter who needed help taking notes/needed extra time to take tests & quizes/ the guy you didn’t want to do group projects with.  I started feeling like a burden. My classmates on group projects didn’t trust whatever input I had. Sadly my disabilities are hard to hide. Going back to school was a challenge I needed to try because I was getting too comfortable where I was. It definitely opened my eyes to the plight of students with disabilities. I realized that many young brain tumor survivors probably deal with similar issues… making it difficult to attain higher education. It pissed me off. I’ve never felt so helpless to things out of my control, BUT I now have a greater understanding of the issues many survivors face in returning to school. Helping survivors figure out how to adapt to their impairments and become thrivers is something I can still do. Oncology thrivership has always been at the heart of mAss Kickers Foundation.  We want to empower ALL survivors and see them become leaders and powerful advocates for other survivors. 

mAss Kickers Foundation is already planning on going back to tabling at conferences and doing more presentations.  I have also realized that all survivors have a unique story that needs to be told. Our stories can benefit someone facing the same diagnosis or the challenges that come with that diagnosis. I’ve found that healthcare professional students are very receptive to hearing stories from people close in age to them. These stories resonate with students because they are typically identify with lecturers in the same social/life stages.

I’ve been in Houston for 2 years and I’m finally meeting other survivors! I didn’t realize how alone I felt without connecting to others with similar experiences.  Honestly, I was so preoccupied with academics that I ignored the fact that I was pulling away from people. Perhaps everyone feels like this at some point in higher education. I have more time now, so perhaps I’ll start blogging more frequently.
Blog and rehab10 Jul 2019 07:11 am

Realizing you can’t do something is extremely humbling.  Pursuing another graduate degree in a completely different profession with some pretty severe impairments was pretty ambitious!  I think that accomplishing so much after major brain surgery probably inflated my confidence and gave me a false sense of invincibility.  For the first time since my diagnosis I couldn’t figure out how to address my impairments… in an academic setting.  I have learned that the cognitive/short term memory impairments are an extremely difficult to overcome in a formal graduate school environment.  Impairments were easy to compensate on my own with my smartphone for note taking in meetings and a “lax” work environment.  I’m just not sure if I have the energy to pursue another degree knowing that there is someone out there who needs that extra nudge to become an advocate for tumor/cancer survivors OR more importantly help survivors find their own purpose post-treatment.  Maybe if I was 10 years younger I would have had the energy to both pursue another degree AND do advocacy work.  After careful consideration, I’ve decided to “punt” on the additional degree and shift my focus back to empowering oncology survivors with a proactive attitude (AKA “Kicking Mass”). I’m now understanding that I was spreading myself thin trying to go to school AND run mAss Kickers Foundation. 

While it has been humbling realizing that you can’t do everything, new interests have emerged.   In the past 2 years here in Houston, I have learned more about issues in disability.  Earlier this week I had the opportunity to speak on a panel at the University of Texas, Medical Branch in Galveston (BTW, cool beach city south of Houston) to discuss disability and healthcare.  It was only the second time I’ve spoken specifically about disability issues.  There are physical therapy rehab programs close to Houston, so maybe I’ll get more involved with them…  Check out the first time I’ve spoken about disability issues.  Disability advocacy is now on my radar and obviously near and dear to my heart!  Disability is very prevalent in the brain tumor survivor population and is an issue that many survivors are unfamiliar.  Maybe combining bout interests… Do many brain tumor survivors apply for disability benefits… Medicare/medicaid?

The move to Texas has definitely been an adventure: 

  • moving here with Hurricane Harvey,
  • dealing with scooter travel in heavy rain,
  • going back to school after a 15-year break in a completely different profession,
  • being the “old guy” in the classroom with the severe mobility and writing impairments,
  • figuring out public transit,
  • traveling in an unfamiliar environment,
  • grocery shopping,
  • learning about the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA),
  • disability advocacy,
  • and connecting with so many cool people! 

I have no regrets moving to Houston to try something different.  Experience is the best way to LEARN!. Probably not efficient, but I learn best through experience.  I’m continuing to meet amazing people AND I happen to live next to the #1 cancer treatment and research center in the world, MD Anderson!  While it has been very humbling trying to start over with so many obstacles, I have found new interests and positioned myself to make a bigger impact in “Post-treatment Thrivership.”  Take home lesson:  Determine what you can’t do, then “Do the Hell” out of what you can do.   Thank you Susan Tortolero-Emery, Mary Ann Smith, Christine Markhan, Lex Frieden, Vinh Nguyen, Roxanne Funchess, the Mirs, the Scotts, the Villatuyas, the Jacksons, the future Paddocks, and all the cool people I’ve connected/re-connected with in Houston.  Maybe I’ll start blogging again about the new adventures in Houston…  Do people even blog anymore?

Blog and geek and movies and reviews05 Jul 2018 02:14 pm

Movies have always been my preferred mode of entertainment and an “escape” to another reality. Reading books also fulfilled this need for entertainment, but it is very time consuming because I’m a slow reader. For a little while, watching TV was great, but has become depressing with an abundance of commercialism and so much negative news. Yes, people need to be informed about what is going on and informed about what products/services are available, but sometimes you just need a break. Movies on Netflix got me through the first few years of brain tumor survivorship since my mobility was limited and I had a hard time physically leaving my apartment. Going to the movies has been the only constant. When I was younger, my dad used to take my brother and I to movie matinees all the time on the summer breaks. He also used to take us on weekly trips to video stores/ Meijer to rent movies. Watching the original Star Wars Trilogy, Rocky III, Rocky IV, the Back To The Future Trilogy, and the original Karate Kid were huge influences on me! My addiction to movies continued throughout high school and college because most of my dates involved going to movie theaters or watching movies on VHS/DVD. Now I go to movies by myself because: 1) it’s too hard to coordinate times to get people together and 2) I have MoviePass so I get to go to one movie/day.

For the year, I have already broken even on my $90 yearly MoviePass membership.  I have seen 14  movies in 3 months! That on top of a Netflix subscription means I watch A LOT of movies. I enjoy going to matinees because the theaters are less crowded and therefore easier to find a good seat.  I tend to gravitate toward comedies and action movies.   Since I am a HUGE comic book geek, my favorite movie so far this year has been Avengers: Infinity War.  Although I’m an adult. I’m also fascinated by a good animation movie.  The amount of time and skill it takes to piece together each individual frame/shot of a cartoon character’s speech and movements is AMAZING!  The last great animated film I watched in the theater was Moana.  It was so cool to see cartoon characters who actually reminded me of my family.

The summer blockbuster season is starting, so I’ll probably be ramping up my trips to the movie theater.  Wanna join me?  Maybe I’ll start reviewing them…

Blog and public health and school23 Jun 2018 03:49 pm

I was looking at a bunch of old posts and I realized that what I’m doing is crazy!  Going back to school in a completely different profession with some pretty severe impairments is pretty ambitious.  I’m still testing my limitations but figuring out how to address them.  I always have intentions to blog, but I routinely get side tracked.  I got lost last semester in academic work.  I feel like it is an uphill battle learning new material/concepts with short term memory impairments.   Academically,  new concepts are stored in short term memory unless they are applied.  This is part of the reason why I’m having difficulty returning to school.  I need to apply what I read or see.  In physical therapy school, labs were very useful to me to experience direct application of techniques and concepts.  I’m more of an experiential learner.  Reading puts things in my short term memory, but now my short term memory is impaired.  Studying for quizzes and exams is now more time consuming.   I’m taking 2 web based classes this summer semester which are self paced, but we will see how that goes.

It has gotten harder to meet new people in Houston because when people meet me for the first time, they see the scooter and all my physical impairments.  “All-the-things-I-can’t-do” is now the first impression  me.  I have learned that in order for people to see past my impairments, I need to look past them myself.  It is much tougher to meet new people because I’m limited by my mobility, it takes me a long time to get anywhere via public transportation so it is much harder to drop in on somebody.  Most of the time, I get to hangout with old friends in Houston.  Hanging out with new people is much tougher than I anticipated.

Physical/Cognitive impairments have surfaced as major challenges in a new academic environment.  I’m definitely re-creating myself again, but this time it is much more challenging because at least last time I had an idea of how to address challenges/obstacles as a PT. The social sciences is completely different from what I am used to.  I’m learning more about myself on the fly. Addressing new physical barriers (sidewalks/extreme rain/extreme heat), unfamiliar academic challenges, and being “the new guy” has made things interesting.  This “kick in the head” is exactly the challenge I was looking for.  It’s all about adapting to the new challenges… stay tuned.

Blog and rehab04 Mar 2018 07:09 pm

I was expecting a return to academia to be challenging, but it has been much tougher than I anticipated.  Impairments that were potential issues for me when I was starting my journey into life as a brain tumor survivor are resurfacing as new challenges in a new environment.  The most shocking impairment for me is short-term memory loss.  I’ve been able to hide these deficits with technology and putting things in my long-term memory, but has been exposed in a formal academic setting. Learning new materiel/concepts for quizzes and exams in a classroom environment with time constraints is more difficult to get stored into my long term memory.  My memory is not completely horrible, but there is definitely difficulty remembering things that are presented to me for the first time.  Initially, I attributed it to old age or the lengthy break from school, but I noticed that things that I read don’t “stick” as easily as they did before.  I did recall that on a neuro-cognitive test after brain surgery, one of my physicians mentioned a “mild cognitive impairment”.  I’m trying to locate the official note now.  “Chemo brain” or other memory impairments are probably reasons why many of survivors don’t return to school.  My long term memories are still intact, but my short term memory is definitely impaired as evidenced by my performances on in-class quizzes and exams.   This has been extremely frustrating!  I’ve been able to compensate short memory deficits with:  the use of my smart phone to jot down notes/reminders, a lot of repetition, and concrete application of new material.  When I first started down this ambitious path of returning to school as an older student I remember thinking, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”  I think a more correct approach to take is, “How do you teach an old dog new tricks.”  Starting a program in a new professional discipline is tough, but combining that with cognitive and physical challenges is VERY difficult.  I’m trying out different learning strategies to see if that will help retain new memories.  I’m trying not to get discouraged by my poor academic performance, but this is very frustrating and a huge blow to my confidence.  I can only imagine what this does to the confidence of a pediatric, adolescent, or young adult patient with short term memory issues who is just starting to create his/her identity.  I’m starting to gain in-depth understanding of the issues neurology patients with memory impairments must face. It’s been a very “eye opening” experience. I’m starting to wonder if returning to school was the right move… why do I need to get another degree?  My goal in returning to school in Houston was to do research and make connections.  I am meeting a lot of people in the Houston Disability Advocacy community through the Independent Living Research Union at the The Institute of Rehabilitation and Research.  I am trying to figure out my next move.  Do I spend all the time and energy to get another degree?  Or do I apply my experiences to the disabled/brain tumor community?  If my long term memories are still intact from before the surgery, I still have my physical therapy knowledge and leadership knowledge… I can still apply that prior knowledge to everything I’m doing now and planning to do in the future.  Just have to decide which professional path to take…

Blog and PT shop talk and Random blog and Uncategorized31 Dec 2017 09:37 am


The return to Michigan for the holidays was different this year.  Not only was I staying for two weeks, but I was also returning as a student.  Whenever I come home, I always get nostalgic, but at the same time I get this urge to clean things out.  I found a bunch of old pictures and miscellaneous items in my room that brought back some memories. Sadly, I think I’m the only one that wants to throw things out.  My brother and Mom are packrats and have managed to build quite a collection of things since I’ve moved out over 20 yeats ago!   Lots of things pile up and there are plenty of arguments about what to keep!  I’m not sure this is a battle I can win.  We finally got rid of: an old 200 pound trinitron TV, my old scooter, and some junk moved out of our house.  I did find some old CDs and DVDs I can still use in Houston.

I always go to the movies with my dad whenever I come to Ann Arbor.  My bro, my dad, and I saw The Last Jedi the day after I arrived.  Only fitting because we saw Return of The Jedi together in 1983.  That movie solidified my geekiness and also turned me into a fan of seeing films movie theater.  Anyways, we also saw Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle but my curiosity was piqued after the movie.  We saw the movie in “D-box” seats.  They basically are seats that are synced up with the movie and move/shake with the action.  I did notice something interesting… I usually have trouble using my crutches walking out of the theater after being seated/stationary for hours.  After experiencing the movie in the d-box, I was able to use my crutches to walk out of the theater.  This got the physical therapist in me thinking… Was I less tired today?  Was the outcome a result of specific environmental conditions?  Was the increased sensory input affecting my balance?  Was it simply the result of being stimulated for 2 hours instead of sitting like a bump on a log for 2 hours?  Will the same effects happen again if I watch another d-box movie?  Will have to continue this experiment in Houston… HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

Blog and housekeeping and mAss Kickers news23 Nov 2017 01:31 pm

I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew.  I moved to Houston in August to go back to school in the hopes of pursuing a PhD in Public Health.  It has been quite an adventure since I’ve moved.  Just getting my stuff here was a huge ordeal!  Dealing with movers and the weather was much more expensive than I budgeted.   Hurricane Harvey flooding complicated the delivery of my things.  The move was supposed to cost me an estimated $1700, but it ended up costing $3000!  I missed the first week of classes waiting for my furniture to arrive, so I was already behind academically.  This was a very big issue because returning to school as an older student with a physical disability definitely was going to be very challenging.   The fact that my background is not in the social sciences AND the fact that the program is in “Health Promotion and BEHAVIORAL SCIENCE” definitely has made the transition more challenging.   I was prepared for the “Health Promotion” aspect of the program through my work with mAss Kickers Foundation, but not the “Behavioral Science”/ psychology aspect of the degree.  Good thing that this was caught early on.  The combination of a lengthy break from academia and a weak background in social science research led to the decision that maybe I should pursue an MPH in Behavioral Science and Health Promotion instead of struggling through a PhD program.  Will have to consult more people… The intent to pursue a degree in Public Health is still there, but maybe a PhD is not appropriate yet.  For the first time in a while, I am not able to do what I want.

The reality of the situation is frustrating, but all is not lost.  A few weeks ago, I met Lex Frieden.  He is “a chief architect of the Americans with Disabilities Act” located in Houston.  I am very excited to announce that I have the opportunity to work him next semester at the Texas Institute of Rehabilitation and Research (TIRR).  It will be an excellent opportunity to learn more about disability advocacy directly from him and apply my rehabilitation/non profit knowledge to his current work in rehabilitation research.  Most of my focus since my brain tumor diagnosis has been on oncology related issues.  I have done a few things in the disability community, so I’m very excited to learn from Dr. Frieden and get more involved in rehabilitation research.  I still am very interested in the role of physical activity/exercise in tumor/cancer survivors, but I think that physical disability and exercise/physical activity could be another factor worth studying… You can’t always get to do want you want, but you have to be resilient and be able to adapt.  Things have been challenging since I’ve been in Houston, but I’m starting to adjust…

Blog and public health and Random blog18 Sep 2017 12:44 pm

Hurricane Harvey came and left a lot of flooding in Houston.  I was very fortunate to get out of Houston when I did!  I would have been extremely bored sitting in an empty apartment all by myself with no TV, nothing to do, and the high potential for flooding/losing power.  I live close to Bray’s Bayou, so I was a little nervous about the potential for flooding.  With that in mind, I hopped on a bus to Dallas the day before the hurricane.  I was like “Class 4 Hurricane… I’m outta here!”  Dealing with a big storm  alone, no furniture/TV/entertainment, in a new city, with a physical disability… didn’t make sense for me to stay in Houston.   The bus ride to Dallas wasn’t that bad… I wasn’t in a hurry (took 4 hours) AND I got to experience downtown Houston for the first time! Very different from San Diego!  My friends picked me up in Dallas from the bus station and we went straight to a Mexican restaurant to get Tex-Mex Food.  Thus began my Dallas “Eating Quest.”  Dave’s parents from the Houston area were also in Dallas to escape Hurricane Harvey.  Mrs Chen is a phenomenal cook, so I was definitely well fed in Dallas!  I realized very quickly, that if I don’t check myself here, there is very large potential to gain a lot of weight!  Anyways, I finally returned to Houston the Friday after the hurricane flooding.  I was very lucky to come home to a dry apartment, but my furniture was still not there.   Thanks again Becca, Dave, lil Ethan, Mr. (now Uncle) Chen  and  Mrs. (now Auntie) Chen.  I feel like I have “family” now in an unfamiliar place.  I rode back to Houston with Uncle and Auntie and we stopped at this incredible BBQ restaurant Woody’s Smokehouse at a rest stop off the freeway!  A rest stop!  The BBQ Chicken, brisket, and smoked sausage were AWESOME! I couldn’t believe how crowded this rest stop was! As we drove through Houston, we could see the devastation pilled up outside of homes in the form of ruined furniture/personal items.  It is sad to think that many of those items were probably not covered by flood insurance… total loses!  I have been very impressed with the response and hospitality of the community in Houston post Hurricane Harvey.  Complete strangers offered me help, water/food, and assistance.  I definitely experienced the “Southern Hospitality”.  It is very easy to reciprocate the hospitality, but at the same time it is necessary to keep your guard up!   I’ve always been a quiet guy, but in the past few years I’ve been reborn as a patient advocate and nonprofit professional.  This rebirth has spurred my desire to become an advocate for those who are underserved or taken advantage of.

My first month in Texas has been full of curveballs, but over the past decade I’ve learned how to adapt to new challenges.  Just need a clear head to make solid decisions. I came back to the apartment in Houston WITHOUT flooding (which was a big relief), but I was powerless to do anything about my lack of furniture.  I came back to a dry but empty apartment.  I still didn’t have any furniture or extra clothes.   I was starting to get frustrated by the delays, and posted something on social media about it. Apparently someone called the movers and was extremely rude to them.  I appreciated the support, but the fact remained that they still held my stuff.  The first thing I did when I returned to Houston was buy a nice rug and borrow an air mattress. Hurricane Harvey was so severe that the start of school at UTHSC in Houston was delayed one week.  There was flooding at MD Anderson Center Cancer, and the roads were flooded to the hospital!   This was very important because how were people who needed medical attention supposed to access it?  How would the medical staff still at the hospital return to their families with all the flooding?  I’ve already heard stories of staying at the hospital and working extra shifts.  I also heard a story of a physician canoeing to work!  Crazy…  It was an adventure in itself trying to move my things from San Diego to Houston, but having no control on the delivery of my things amidst a natural disaster was extremely stressful!  My furniture finally arrived in Houston last week after almost 4 weeks and numerous delays!   This was very frustrating because the office would tell me that they would arrive on one day, but the movers would tell me something completely different  In addition, I was charged for storage, unloading/ re-storage at the holding facility, and redelivery to Houston!  The price of the move was already inflated, so more unexpected fees made things more expensive! I will definitely go through a BBB moving company, not a broker next time! Lesson learned.  However I still don’t understand why I was charged an extra $500 for storage, unloading/reloading, and redelivery due to a natural disaster that no one had control over.   No one could get into Houston the Wed after the hurricane… that’s part of the reason I wasn’t there!   I’m happy my stuff finally arrived and I can finally start focusing on school!   I can already forsee challenges with returning to school in a different academic discipline and a physical disability.  Mix in the unpredictable weather and mobility issues and things will be very interesting!  Rain and thunderstorms are in the forcast this week… I’m gonna get wet!  Bring it on!  LET’S ROCK THESE NEW CHALLENGE

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