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Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer
Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer
Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer
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Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer

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This true story tells of one woman's experience with cancer, starting with her renovating a Jeep. When the diagnosis came, she, with her family, endured the disbelief and fear of the unknown. After treatment, humbled and grateful, she joined the ranks of "survivor". But her journey didn't feel complete until she reached the goal she had started. She finished the Jeep, and felt truly healed. The author hopes that her experience will help someone taking those first steps towards recovery.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSue Deutscher
Release dateJun 14, 2016
ISBN9781311668554
Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer
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Sue Deutscher

I grew up on a farm. I went to a junior college. I went to a tech school. I retired earlier than most. I painted. I hiked. I rode my bike. Through all of that, since the very beginning when I realized these squiggly lines made words and the words could tell stories, since way back then, I wrote. Sometimes more than others, but a compulsion never lets you sit idle for too long.

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    Journey with a Jeep, Driving Back from Cancer - Sue Deutscher

    Journey with a Jeep,

    Driving Back from Cancer

    By Sue Deutscher

    Copyright 2016 Sue Deutscher

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    Thank you for downloading this ebook. This book remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be redistributed to others for commercial or non-commercial purposes.

    This book is dedicated to my spouse, Phyllis Harland, who, in the bottom of the ninth with two outs, stepped up to the plate and belted it out of the park.

    Thank you to Ann Farrah and Phyllis Harland for your feedback on this book, your confidence and support.

    Not Just Another Car

    Most vehicles were just transport machines, but not a Jeep. I could love a Jeep again. I had one back around the time that we switched centuries. Back then, I got tired of the noise and the manual transmission, but I always missed my Jeep. I liked the way it handled, like you and the Jeep together were one working unit. I liked sitting upright and high with open visibility, instead of low to go, leaning back like you do in a car. In a car, you may as well be wearing blinders. You may as well be enslaved in bondage. With a Jeep’s turning radius, you could make a U turn in the middle of the street without hesitation. Now some people might not think that was a great advantage in a vehicle. Some people might go for a smoother ride, in case they need to thread a needle or perform a circumcision while driving or whatever. But me, I like to be prepared. I like to get over a concrete parking bar or reverse direction in a hurry if I have to.

    Maybe I just felt like I was getting up there, and I wanted to have some fun. I started to feel like the hourglass was pouring that sand out awfully quickly.

    Just Dreaming

    On the day that the white Calla lilies were getting dry and brown, I starting looking at Jeeps online. Phyllis and I had received the flowers as a wedding gift from friends across the country.

    Phyllis said, Whatcha doin?

    Just dreaming. Come ‘ere. She looked at the shiny red Jeep on my screen.

    She said, I always wanted a red Jeep but never wanted to pay for one.

    There you go.

    I got a new orange backpack. It had a chest strap and a waist strap. I tested it in the neighborhood by walking to the store to get Caesar salad dressing. I put stuff in the pack and it distributed the weight evenly. It had a compartment for a water bladder, with a tube for sipping. That way you didn’t have to stop and take the whole back pack off to get a drink, and were more likely to stay hydrated. I figured out a way to hang my camera from the chest strap so that it didn’t flop around when I was hiking. It would also be secured with a neck strap which would be loose, but would catch the camera if the chest strap failed. I could unhook the camera quickly and raise it to my eye.

    I spent the late afternoon looking at used Jeeps and found some prospects. I spent the evening looking over trails in Rocky Mountain National Park online. I reminisced a little about hiking Glacier Basin, many years previous. I listened to the ball game. I did the dishes so that it would be clean when Phyllis got home from work. I threw out the flowers.

    Soaking up Sun

    I hadn’t been to the lake in the deep bowl in 20 years. I felt a strong tug to go back before… before what? I didn’t know. I just felt it. I had been wanting to go back for years but now it felt urgent.

    When I saw the iconic mountain from the trail, I thought, my mountain waited for me to come back. It hasn’t changed. I got teary and whispered, Thank you, Mountain. I was on a trail that passed a couple of lakes, each framed in tall pines and then, climbing higher above tree-line, the trail ended at the deep bowl carved by an ancient glacier. Across the lake to the west, cliffs rose up to the Continental Divide. I sat by the lake, so blue it nearly hurt, with my face up towards the sun and I closed my eyes. I sat for as long as I had to, until the sky and the mountains and the lake became the inside of me.

    Back home, I talked to Haley on the phone. I said, I know, I know. She had awakened at 2:30 in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. I said, You’re my daughter. I understand. I’m here for you.

    For Years to Come

    Phyllis showed me some toys that she bought for the grandchildren. One was a Styrofoam rocket. You pulled the lever and it sucked in some air, and then you push the lever and the rocket shot off. They would either love to shoot rockets, or love to hit each other with it.

    It was the day that I drove south to look at a plum colored Jeep listed online. The air was so thick you could plow it with a road grader. My clothes smelled like a campfire. It was because of the wildfires. The forest service was calling in help from Canada and Australia. The smoke stuffed up my nose and teared up my eyes. It made the morning sun look like an orange hanging in grease.

    The Jeep was perfect. You really had to let the clutch out a long way before it would take off. Jared said that meant it was probably a brand new clutch. He must have known what he was talking about, because he was the salesman.

    I sent the online ad to Phyllis at work and she thought it was great. The plum color was real pretty, all ripe and purply.

    I watched a little of Trump’s pep rally in Mobile, Alabama. He said that if it rained, and he took off his hat, they would all see that it was really his hair.

    I switched over to baseball. I felt bad for the pitcher because his son got bit by the rattlesnake, but he still needed to hit the strike zone. I also watched a show on PBS called, Wheat Belly. It talked about how eating cereal grains was bad for you.

    I sure liked the way that Jeep handled, and I went to sleep that night dreaming about it. If I got that Jeep, or one like it, I would keep it forever and ever, and take care of it, for many,

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