The show is deep into production and kicking our collective asses, so I haven't had time to write up a proper journal update. I am long overdue for one, and it will be coming soon.
What could not wait, however, and deserves an entry all its own, is the message copied below. Honorary AstroBase Cadet Ken Plume has asked me and other Friends of Plume to post this message on his behalf, and I do so gladly, if not without sadness.
Ken, you'll remember, has been the moderator at many a Team Venture convention panel, an uncredited guest henchman on the show, and the guy who twists our arms into doing a Christmas song for quickstopentertainment.com every year. He's also a giant sweetheart who takes a lot of crap from me and Doc and still sends us free stuff whenever we ask for it (or don't).
So please give Ken's message your undivided attention, and I'll see you all again soon...
We Love You,
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A Small Request
Posted by Ken at www.tibbysbowl.com (November 18, 2008)
I’m not really known for my moments of seriousness and personal candor here in cyberspace, so this missive will come as a bit of a surprise for those who know me well.
Four years ago, right before the holidays, the doctor found a lump in my mother’s breast. After surgery intended to remove the lump discovered deeper penetration, a second operation was scheduled to remove her left breast. It was right after Thanksgiving.
Months of chemotherapy followed, and my mother was given a clean bill and told the cancer was gone. After a few more months of recovery, she began counting the months and years that would bring her to that magic number for cancer survivors - 5 years out. Expecting she was well on her way towards that goal, she had the port that was surgically installed to deliver her chemotherapy removed earlier this year. After all, she was almost 4 years cancer free, with only one year to go.
And then, nearly four years to the day when the original cancer was found, another lump was discovered in her right breast. Surgery was performed, and the biopsy came back positive for cancer.
The bitch was back.
It was also found that the cancer had metastasized. Tests have been performed. Chemotherapy has begun again. Hopes are high that the bitch can be beat back into remission, leaving my mother many, many more years with her husband, children, and grandchildren.
She did it once, and she’ll do it again.
However, I want to keep my mother’s spirits up, and I want to utilize the power of this here internet to whom my livelihood has been intertwined for almost 15 years. And not only am I hoping for the assistance of the thousands of people whom I’ve befriended and worked with in those years, but also the kindness of total strangers.
With that in mind, I’m hoping that whoever reads this post - or has it forwarded to them - will take some of their valuable time and help me keep my mother’s spirits bright and her outlook optimistic.
Over the course of this holiday season, I’m hoping my mother will receive an avalanche of postcards from around the world - fun and funny postcards - with the well wishes of those who send them. Postcards sent by you, the person reading this now.
And, in addition to the postcards - if you have the inclination and means - please take a moment to make a donation to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.
Please send your postcards to:
808 BARN ST.
JACKSONVILLE, NC 28540
On behalf of myself and my family, I thank you all.