Monday, November 23, 2009

Man's best friend.

Chester knows.

 

Craig Dickson

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Chester

Chester and I meditating.  Another morning.

 

Craig Dickson

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

High School Girl Friend

BRAZOS BOTTOM QUEEN - - -   

 

Fourth generation property owner.

 

Visionary, strong, independent.  These words conjure images of an individual who pioneers, not new lands, but the same lands with new problems.

She is strong enough to bend.

And, independent enough not to break.

She has the vision to see beyond the present problems.

 

She’s a daughter.  She’s a wife.  She’s a mother.  She’s a grandmother.  She’s a sister.

 

She’s a success.   AND, she’s not finished.

 

She is Cassie Dixon Dickson.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Nov. 07, 2009

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            Body Craig, on it’s on, is holding up the fight.  Thanks for the prayers.  Again, I have such limited energy I just can’t take visitors or phone calls.  It just drains me.  I’m still dead tired, but with the in house hospice I’ve been able to control the pain.

            Ya’ll know, at this point, I don’t want to go to the hospital.  I don’t want any kind of life support, whatever..  And, you would not believe,

 how at peace with that I am.

            Ha, ha, ha, ha the cancer better be ready.  Ha, ha, ha.  I’ve decided to be cremated.  That cancer is not going to win.  I’m going to burn it at the end.  Hank, what is that cremation temperature?  2,000 degrees.  Ha, ha, ha.

 

            Sometimes when I’m just laying there,  I feel so close to nature.  Really,  and there is a real peace to it.

 

            Sometimes, I panicked at night, thinking this is it.  I don’t want to close my eyes, alone.  I don’t want to talk, but I want someone in the room.  Some nights I get all emotional and call my oldest friends.  I tell them that I’m not having a funeral; I’m having a celebration of life.  You know, crying while I’m talking with them and asking them to be part of the celebration.  Well, then I wake up the next morning.  Have a spurt of energy.  Go out to sell some property.  Now, I call them back, like a groom would call his future in-laws and say, “I still love your daughter, but the dates have changed”.  Damn, your emotions can swing.

 

I believe in miracles.

I believe in love.

I believe in being prepared

 

            Prayers Warriors, with what I see happening to America, please pray for this land that has given us all, so much.

 

            “Let the birds sing, without deciphering the song.”   Emerson

 

Chasing the Texas sunsets,

 

Craig Dickson

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Ponds:

I have my river.

And, now I have my ponds.

Three ponds that I had dug.  3 different

Ponds that will be connected.

Three different personalities.

I haven’t named my ponds.   Yet.      

 

My ponds aren’t for fishing.

My ponds are for attracting.

My ponds aren’t for irrigation.

My ponds are for dreaming.

My ponds aren’t for drinking.

My ponds are for reflecting.

 

My ponds are works in progress.

My ponds aren’t finished.

I’m the sculptor.

My ponds will be finished when I die.

 

 

Craig Dickson

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"The Scenic Route"

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                        “Now cowgirls, don’t get the wrong idea, as long as I can ride, I will work.”   I just listed 36 acres on FM 362 just north of Brookshire.  Over 2,000 feet of frontage on FM 362, asking - $15,000.00 per acre.  Jimmy Ramone, I believe it is worth that.

            Most of ya’ll know about my fight with cancer.  After the last checks and scans my doctors and I decided that it was time to get off chemo and on pain management.  Well, now it is body craig taking on the cancer and I have very limited energy after a day of fighting with cancer.  I appreciate all of ya’ll, but I just don’t have the energy for many guest, but thanks.  King Dixon comes first and foremost, when we take a break and he goes home to Knippa, then there is immediate family and then, very important, to me, is doing a little work.  I usually sleep for hours and hours.

            Ya’ll know that I’m on narcotic pain relievers.  Dr. Ho loaded me down with as much as I want.  I could get hooked on these narcotics!  Hell, I’m already hooked on the Hallmark Queen.  She can’t stop now.  After 5 or 6 days I’ve noticed that I start sweating when I head out to the mail box.  “Will it be there”?

I don’t know why, who, but I need my card.  The Hallmark Queen forwards me cutting edge cards.  She may be a card designer of Hallmark, but the cards are like none that you have ever seen.  Keep them coming, please.  Whoever you are.

            I’m getting tired already, but I’m going to try to give you a little update.  Body Craig is taking on the cancer, and I’m damn proud of body craig.  There are certain times of the day that the fight really gets heated.  And, I mean heated.  My temperature will sky rocket up to 103 degrees +.  Cool rag, aspirin and showers and I can bring it closer to normal. Oh, if you don’t know, when the doctor said the chemo wasn’t working, I had cancer on my back bone, in some of my other bones, on my liver, on my pancreas, and at least eight places on my lungs.  Body Craig is like a lone Texas Ranger,  fighting 50 banditos in a small west Texas Town.  You know, today, I believe body craig is kicking some butt.

            Also, I don’t want to be hauled to the hospital, I’ve told High School Girl Friend that I don’t want any type of life support hooked to me. PERIOD.  I want to die here on the Brazos, where I lived so well.

            No, Lavern I don’t need in house hospice care yet, but I’m going to have one come by the house this week.  Check them out and let them know that I don’t want any emergency personal, PERIOD.

I believe in miracles.

I believe in love.

I believe in being prepared.

 

Like most road trips, this one began a long time ago.

“The Scenic Route

It’s not the destination.

It’s not the travel plan.

It’s a frame of mind.

 

Still Chasing the Texas sunsets,

 

Craig Dickson

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

FW: Real Estate and Cancer

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            Well, finally.  The best buy in West Houston has sold, closed and funded.  Yes, the 64 acres with all utilities for $15,000.00 per acre has sold.  Man, I know Richard and Ken are happy and 3 or 4 years from now the buyer (a European investor) is going to be real happy.  For SALE 628 acres with 9,113 feet of road frontage.  4,580 feet of that is on FM 529.  The owner is asking $12,500.00 per acre.  That 46 acres I have for sale on Clapp road just north of Pattison, Texas.  The buyers are getting close, but it is still for sale.  Check out the Texas Landscape and Marquee saying at www.TrueToTexas.com

 

            Cancer update -  Everyday is a gift.  I’ve had ups and downs, but a huge majority of my life has been a song.  Back around February,  2003 I went to M.D. Anderson Hospital at my family doctor’s suggestion.  I was having a hard time swallowing.  My family doctor had done some test and had forward them to M.D. Anderson.  Well, the surgeon looked at my test, looked at me and said that we needed to operate.  That I had a cancerous tumor on my esophagus.  He said that it was a very hard and risky operation,  a 10 hour operation, minimum (if everything goes OK) 6 month recovery and just a 50% chance to survive 5 years.  He said they just don’t predict longer than 5 years.  The surgeon said that he was scheduling the procedure for the next morning.  WAIT !  I had to think about this.

High School Girlfriend and I were building a new home, no permanent loan yet.  Rachel was getting married in July.  I needed to think about all this.  The timing was just wrong.  Please God, can’t we do this some other time?  I procrastinated.  AND, I didn’t tell a sole.  High School Girlfriend says that I can’t keep a secret.  I can.  The tumor subsided, swallowing was easy and the best 5 years of my life followed.  I walked little Rachel down the isle, construction was completed on our new home,  can you believe, we got a 4% home loan.  My real estate business boomed.  AND the icing on the cake, God allowed me the time to be there on February 13, 2008 to see little Dixon Charles Kellner’s arrival.  Around June 2008 the tumor came back.  I was at peace with myself and at peace with God.  I made an appointment with the same surgeon at M.D. Anderson.  I told the surgeon I had been here before and already had a hospital I.D. number.  He pulled it up.  And said, “you were supposed to have come back the next day?”  I told him that I had already outlived all of his predictions and that it had been the best 5 years of my life.  My life was in the hands of God.

            OK, I’m ready, last August 2008 the surgeon suggested they radiate and chemo me for a month to reduce the size of the cancerous tumor before they operate.  Then, I was to build my body and immune system up for 30 days.  Well on September 30, 2008 they wanted to check me over completely.  You know, x-rays, CAT scan, PET scans, biopsies and more.  They wanted to really pin point the tumor, before they operated.  Well, I’m ready, I’m there at MD Anderson when I see these two High Dollar Doctors talking, about me, I’m sure.  I asked, what’s the conversation?  Well, your tumor has shrunk, and we can’t find a cancerous cell in you or on you anyplace.  But, we think we ought to operate anyway.  I bypassed that and went into a check and see mode.  February clean, May clean,  life is but a song.  August, cancer pops up on my lungs and back bone.  More chemo.  Last week they did all the test, again.  The chemo isn’t working.  The cancer has spread to many parts of my body.  I thank God for “the best 5 years of my life”.  Dr. Ho and I decided that the best thing we can do, is go into a pain management mode.  Dr. Ho, not in these words, said that I need to be prepared for my last “road trip”.

            Now cowgirls, don’t get the wrong idea, as long as I can ride I will work.

 

Chasing the Texas sunsets,

always

 

Craig Dickson

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www.TrueToTexas.com