New Year's Eve 2013

I'm human. No matter how many years one might keep a tradition, that memory is easily lost when the tradition is discontinued. We didn't make oyster stew for Christmas. Oyster stew was for New Year's Eve. Or, New Year celebrations. Still unsure, but I ran across multiple images of oyster stew cooking and in bowls today in my journals, so I stand corrected.

At any rate, Mom's last New Year's Eve in 2013 was a small celebration. Dad usually went to bed about 9:30 pm in his later years with mom. I was visiting so she and I stayed up until the ball dropped in Times Square. We watched the New York Philharmonic, Yo Yo Ma, and a performace of Bolero, and I was trying not to cry knowing that mom may die in the new year.

On New Year's Eve in 2014, I was in Virginia again, beginning a tradition that would last until my father died. "Christmas with Dad" was never uneventful, sometimes harrowing, other times just downright fun. But, in 2014, he had the flu and I caught it from him despite our shots. I think we both were depressed as well, because mom's decorations never went up and there was nothing to take down.

But we did have another pot of oyster stew.

I sat down to remember the recipe and shared it at Joanne's Recipes. Enjoy!

Valentines in December, 2013

I was in Lynchburg with my parents in 2013, as witnessed by my photos and notes in my Facebook memories. Mom was able to take chemo on this date, and she also had a visit with her cardiologist. I don't remember the chemo session, but I did take notes on the visit with the heart doctor.

He mentioned that he almost hospitalized mom last week during her visit with him as her edema had built up rapidly. He gave her a shot of Lasix, and prescribed pills as well. Later that day a week before, he called to tell her not to take the pills. They would stress the one kidney she had.

On this day in 2013 I wrote: "She's at home with some new heart medication and we're to keep an eye on her. She was determined to get some shopping done after the doctor, and it was the worst experience of my life--she was so disoriented that it took two hours to purchase two simple bags of groceries. That will not happen again, at least on my watch. Nope. Not again. I'll wager that she'll sleep through the next two days."

I remember that trip to Kroger, as that store was promoting Valentine's day before New Year's even peeked at us. I noted the same on Saturday this year when I went to a Kroger near where I live in Kentucky. No major holidays between New Year and Valentine's day, so marketing the heck out of that holiday is essential. I even took a photo in 2013, as mom was moving so slowly.

I distinctly remember a comment my mother made when she saw the cards shown in the photo above. She said, "I don't think I'll make it to Valentine's Day, but I hope I do." I assured her that if she quit pushing herself so hard she just might make it. Of course, that suggestion fell on deaf ears.

Near the End of 2014

Today in 2014, I wrote, "Grateful that this year of loss is coming to a close. I'm hoping for less loss in 2015. Just enough to learn how to breathe again." Mom died in June of 2014. What I couldn't possibly know was that my husband was dealing with symptoms of colon cancer, and he never shared that information with me while I was taking care of my mother. In fact, he never went to get that colonoscopy I begged for him to get until after the new year. By July 2015, he was gone, too.

Folks, if you do nothing else for the new year, please plan for a colonoscopy. If you're on a regular five-year schedule at this point, bless your heart -- and I mean that phrase in the most genuine way. If you had colon cancer and survived (or any cancer for that matter), you might think about joining the Cancer Survivors Network. This is a place where you can find your survivor twin, help, and companionship. 

Until tomorrow...

Photo: From left, my husband, Hugh, my father, Robert, and my mother, Joanne. They're all gone.

28 December, The Dullest Day for a Decade

Not much happened on this day since 2012, according to the daily gratitude lists I've kept for almost a decade (skipped a few years, sometime around my husband's death and my recovery from surgery, 2015-2018). Even my Facebook memories are dull for this day. Probably due to that "nothing is happening" syndrome that occurs during the lull between many a Christmas and New Year.

In 2012, I moved my daughter from her college town of Memphis to my house in Kentucky. In 2013, I was in Virginia, as witnessed by the fuzzy photo of that huge poinsettia my mother received as a gift. By 2014, I was with dad in Virginia, where I commented that I thought he was doing well. Also noted that my cousin was moving from Pennsylvania to about five miles from dad to take care of his mother (my father's sister). He's been there since.

In 2015, I was without a husband, as he died a year and one month after my mother, in July. I had quit smoking a month after his death, and I commented that I didn't have to take as many showers at dad's place, because I didn't smell like smoke. Dad and I settled into a tradition where I would join him every Christmas week. We would eat at King's Island Restaurant for one meal. Christmas breakfasts would consist of my mother's oyster stew. We also took walks around the mall (see photo above), and he was always ahead of me. This was not an activity that included talking, obviously. In the evenings, we'd have a glass of wine and watch Hallmark Movies.

I found his addiction to Hallmark movies hilarious, as he never finished watching a movie when mom wanted him to sit with her to watch one. He always said he knew how it would end, and he had better things to do. Always a disappointment to mom in that arena. I even told dad that mom would be turning over in her grave knowing that he was watching one to two movies every evening...all the way to the end. He especially loved the castle movies with the waltzes. I ended up buying a few waltz CDs so he could listen to the music.

I miss those few years I had with dad alone for a number of reasons, mainly because I was as lonely as he was. But, traditions always change. If they don't, then they end and all we have are memories. If we don't share memories, then those stories die with us.

The Heart Doc and Fluid, 2013

Thorocentisis in practice.
Courtesy of NHLB.

Today in 2013, I accompanied my mother to here regular appointment with her heart doctor. I don't remember his name (it was a "he"), but I have a vague recollection of where the office was located.
Mom wasn't allowed to drive, and my driving drove her nuts. She was especially anxious about my driving that day, saying something to the effect that I would kill her with a car accident before she ever died of cancer.

It was a tough day for her. Since we learned she only had one kidney this year when she had an imaging test of her digestive system in March, we knew she was going to have a tough go with everything...especially with chemo. Fluid build-up was becoming a constant this month, and it would get worse as the months continued. Within a week, she had gained seven pounds, all fluid. We knew this, because she had a thorocentisis done on her right lung ten days prior.

Thoracocentesis is a medical procedure where a medical professional inserts a needle into the pleural space (the space between the lungs and chest wall) to remove fluid or air. According to the National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, a government institution, this imbalance of fluids can be caused by heart, kidney, or liver failure, or other medical conditions. 

My mother never complained of any pain from that procedure, because I think she felt such relief. But, talking to mom about pain was difficult, because she preferred the word, "uncomfortable." Often we overlooked things because she refused to say she was in pain.

On this day, th doc pumped her full of Lasix and ordered more Lasix for home use. He then called later that day to stop the Lasix, as her count was far too high compared to ten days prior. Since it was a Friday, she had to ride through the weekend before she could see anyone on Monday. I think this was during a time when hospice had to stop their services and then pick up again later for some reason, probably insurance. Making a note to see if that was the case. At any rate, I don't believe I had anyone to call for weekend help at this time.

I mentioned this visit on Facebook with friends and, of course, received responses of well-wishes and remedies (dandelion tea), and notes from other friends who also were going through cancer treatments. A lot of my friends were so supportive, but it was difficult at time to have to tell some of them that I couldn't do what they suggested, because anything out of balance could throw mom's health off. So, we never touched the dandelion tea.

In several comments I mention my mother's physical capabilities at this point. She was either falling asleep in her chair and spilling coffee all over herself, or she was walking around with no direction, slightly fuzzy-headed and wobbling (I compared her to a dreidel), with a slight fever. She also complained of lower back pain, which was probably her kidney.

It appears my husband left Virginia to return to Kentucky, as I mentioned that she was "acting" well while he was there. As soon as she left she seemed to fall apart. The effort it must have taken for her to mask all those symptoms. I can't and I never could imagine the strength she had to cover her illnesses up. But, she wasn't fond of any illness. She refused to believe when her children were sick. Some long stories there. Perfectionists never like to have lives disrupted by anything as ugly as sickness.

And here she was. The first in our nuclear family to face a diagnosed death prognosis. But, she had already lived well past her three-month predicted time left on earth. Here she was, nine months after her diagnosis, still alive and kicking.

Celebrating 60 Years of Marriage, 2013

My parents married the day after Christmas in 1953 which was a convenience for their kids as they aged. I mean, what do you get for parents who are celebrating 50 to 60 years of mar,riage? I don't remember the gifts my brothers gave, but I think the best gift I gave them was an expensive meal ticket to one of the fancier restaurants in Lynchburg, Virginia. where they were living at the time. As kids, we just gave them silly gifts. (note to myself to remember the pear).

I'll have to go through my notes to understand why they chose that date for their wedding. I believe it was because dad was in the Air Force and he had limited leave. I learned a few interesting facts just this past year as I went through articles in papers at Newspapers.com...They were married at the Baptist Church in Clifton Forge, then had a reception at my mother's uncle's now-defunct restaurant just at the edge of town. Afterwards, they honeymooned in Williamsburg. Dad didn't have a dime left after all that hoopla. I think they rented a cabin in Williamsburg for $10 per night, because they owners felt for their circumstances. Dad was a born salesman.

My parents were always sweet to each other on their anniversaries. Mom would make dad a special meal, dad would have flowers for mom, and so on and so on. I'm sure I'll remember more about their anniversaries as I write, but the one that stands out for me the most was their last anniversary together. They celebrated their 60th anniversary togther on 26 December 2013. I managed to remember to get a notice and a photo together for the local newspaper in time, which was important to my mother. They also received a beautiful cake from their Sunday School class. I still have the brown butterfly topper, floating to the right in the photo. The butterflies weren't edible.

The anniversary I didn't note at all was the one where dad decided to finally bury mom. The only reason I noticed was when I went to my Facebook memories and saw the image of the gravesite. That image rocked me back on my heels, because I didn't understand why dad wanted to bury mom on such a cold day in December. It just didn't occur to me at all that that day would have marked their 63rd anniversary in 2017.

Mom was cremated and her cremains went into a beautiful urn that she picked out the day before she took to her bed to die. When we picked up the urn, it was in a box, and dad kept it in that box for almost a full year. My baby brother visited him at one point and said, "Dad, why don't you take her out of the box, man?" Dad looked puzzled and then laughed, from what I heard. He had forgotten she was there, but he didn't forget. It was like she was a Schrödinger's wife...there and not there.

So he took that beautiful urn out of the box, and two years later he told me he was ready to let her go. I think he was mulling over how much longer he was going to live, and he didn't want to put the pressure on me to get mom in the ground along with his cremains when the time came. So I called Tommy Slusser at Nicely's Funeral Home in Clifton Forge, and he agreed to meet up with us the day after Christmas to bury mom.

What we didn't know was that public works, which takes care of the cemetery, had the week off for the holidays. Tommy had dug the hole for mom's urn himself, and he didn't expect anything from us. Mom's stone was already laid, and all he did was dig a deep hole--with a shovel--for the urn right between mom's stone and where dad's stone would be. They were sharing one plot, and I do believe dad also ordered his stone that year and paid for it.

We went to visit dad's brother afterward, and I could tell that dad felt a great sense of relief after dealing with what, I'm sure, was one of the more difficult things he had to do in his life.

It was over. She was in the ground, finally, and he would join her two years after his death in 2022. My father donated his body to science in Richmond, and when they finished with him, they sent his cremains to Tommy. The timing was off to make his burial an anniversary thing--which I never even thought about, honestly--so I just did what I could do. They're together now, and the synchronicity of several years between death and burial for them both is enough for me.

My parents both are buried at Mountain View Cemetery in Clifton Forge. I'm still working on their Find A Grave memorials. You can find them at Joanne Elizabeth Eanes Goin and Robert Meredith Goin, Sr.

NOTE to self: I know I have a photo of mom and dad on their 60th. 

Also, found the newspaper clipping on 5 January 2014. I blurred out the section that listed names of the living. Of course, I'm an historian. I forgot to note the date, page, and column of this article, but I can tell you the mention was in the Lynchburg News and Advance. 

Mom's Last Christmas, 2013

A large poinsettia gifted to mom.

December 25th, 2013 would be my mother's last Christmas with us. None of us really knew this, but specialists diagnosed her cholangiocarcinoma that March, and after a failed "whipple" surgery (also known as a pancreaticoduodenectomy), they gave her three months to live.

Here it was, Christmas, and she was still going. Not strong--more like bullheaded. We let her sleep in, and we tried to keep the mood up, but mom probably was thinking this was her last Christmas, too. She was determined to make Christmas brunch, and it was delicious, but she was in a puckish mood.

She loved Christmas more than any other holiday. She made ceramics like the one of Mary on a donkey with Joseph leading her to try to find an inn for the night. She had ornaments gathered over the years, including some her parents used when she was young. When we were kids, we made a big deal out of going out "in the woods", mostly likely Huston's Farm in Davidsville, Pennsylvania, to chop down a tree. As my siblings and I aged into out teens, the folks went for a fake tree, but it was a big one.

By the time 2013 rolled around, the tree was the tiny one shown here. And, the gifts dwindled. But that tree skirt...she had that for years, and I think she made it herself. My daughter has it now. Mom and dad decorated the tree that year, and it was finished by the time my husband and I arrived for the holidays.

I don't remember if we had oyster stew for breakfast. That was a tradition mom carried through from her childhood. Her father would splurge on oysters and make the stew. I don't remember mom making it for us when we were kids, truly, but I do know she seemed to be drawn to it during the last few years of her life.

Can't have Christmas without cranberries in a can! That was a tradition, too. I don't know where it came from, but my daughter doesn't carry it on because her family members are picky eaters.

I still have those placemats and table runner, I think. I know I have the Fiestaware, which was our everyday plating. She didn't get out her special china she received when my parents married. I have all that as well. And, the Corningware. Part of me wants to hold on to it all, but my daughter doesn't want it, and my brothers have no children to pass it on to, so I imagine it's all going to end up on eBay at some point.

Ten years after her death, the letting go is getting easier. I have a lot of photos, and I hope they might be enough to relay a story of what our life was like to future generations. Because that's what all this story-telling is about. Purging for me, sharing for my grandsons when they're old enough to understand, and for others who are going through the same thing.

The furniture is gone. I donated it all to Habitat for Humanity. This table was solid wood, as were the chairs, and it was the dining room table that my siblings and I grew up with. Talk about difficult to let go...but at least I didn't have to let it go for another six years, when dad died in 2020.

Just trying to remember,

25 December 2024

The Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation's Candles for the Cure

On December 3rd, join the Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation in honoring those impacted by cholangiocarcinoma through their Candles for the Cure campaign. Each gift lights a virtual candle, symbolizing the person you honor while supporting critical research, providing resources, and offering hope to patients and families facing cholangiocarcinoma.

I ran a campaign for this organization for my birthday. The goal was $250, and I raised close to $300. People want to give if they know the organization is meaningful to you. No better person to help raise money than those who have received knowledge and learning support from this foundation.

Give what you can to Candles for the Cure. Together, we can brighten the path toward a cure.

A Bittersweet Story

Noor Ayesha, her husband, and daughter.

"The fight to save the life of a young Kitchener, Ont. woman has come to a sad end

"Noor Ayesha died Sunday after battling the rare and deadly cholangiocarcinoma, better known as bile duct cancer.

"The 26-year-old gave birth in February 2023, shortly after her Stage 4 diagnosis. Ayesha had hoped to extend her life so she could spend as much time as possible with her baby daughter. A drug, called Pemigatinib and sold under the brand name Pemazyre, was key to achieving that.

"As it wasn’t covered in Ontario, the community rallied to help cover the drug’s $15,000 per month price tag.

"Just last month, there was a breakthrough in the Ayesha’s fight for the cancer drug.

"The province finally decided to fund the Pemigatinib on a case-by-case basis.

'“This came from promising new, real-world evidence as well as patient and family advocacy that prompted the manufacturer to make a resubmission to the CDA-AMC for the treatment of Cholangiocarcinoma (CCA),” read a statement from Hannah Jensen, a spokesperson for the Minister of Health."

Read More: Kitchener, Ont. woman with incurable cancer dies, fight continues to get provincial funding for expensive drug treatment

Daniella Thackray Leaves Heartbreaking Message on LinkedIn

 

This is a heartbreaking story, as people as young as 25 aren't supposed to die from cholangiocarcinoma. What a brave woman, what a short life. Before she died, Daniella Thackray wrote:

If ever there is a tomorrow when we’re not together, there is something you must always remember.

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.

Daniella added: ‘I really really do hope that in the years to come more research is done about this horrid cruel disease so that more lives can be saved.

An Insight on “Pop-Up” Urban Memorials

Jane Hutcheon

This video is an excellent insight into funerary practices, specifically memorials. "Those roadside memorials that send shivers down your spine energized a video discussion as Jane Hutcheon opened a dialog with Professor Gordon Coonfield of Villanova University in Philadelphia, PA. The talk centered on how these memorials capture and communicate feelings in deeply personal and very public ways. The video captures the photographs he shared, many from the Kensington Remembers Gallery site."

The video is about an hour long, but it's fascinating if you want to learn more about graphic street memorials, especially concerning violent or tragic deaths (white ghost bicycles, for instance, for individuals who were killed by automobiles while riding bikes).

• You can find Jane Hutcheon at her Substack account, The Juvenile Geriatric.
• Barbara Tien can be found at her Substack, ProjectKin.
• Gordon Coonfield, PhD, can be found at his Villanova University page, where he is an Associate Professor of Communication.

"Forget-Me-Not: How We Memorialise is a six-part series for storytellers and family historians that explores how we memorialize and preserve the stories of people who have died. The series is a collaboration between Jane Hutcheon of The Juvenile Geriatric Newsletter and Projectkin.org, a community of family historians hooked on stories.

"Jane Hutcheon is a Sydney-based journalist and the creator and former host of the ABCTV interview show One Plus One from 2010 until 2019. She is also a writer and performer in theater productions. In 2022 she wrote a show about my mother’s upbringing called Lost in Shanghai, and her latest show is Difficult Conversations with Jane Hutcheon. We’re thrilled to have this Forget-Me-Not series as part of Projectkin."

2024 Houston Cholangiocarcinoma Symposium

The 2024 Houston Cholangiocarcinoma Symposium will be held on Friday, December 13, from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. This event is an opportunity to connect with others affected by cholangiocarcinoma, meet leading experts in the field, and engage in meaningful discussions. 

The event is designed to provide a comprehensive overview of the latest advancements in cholangiocarcinoma treatment and research and give providers, patients, and caregivers an inside look at treatments, advancements, and resources. Attendees can ask questions directly of experts during panel discussions and network with other patients, caregivers, and healthcare professionals.

Details

• December 13, 2024
• 9 a.m. – 3 p.m.
• Onstead Auditorium (3rd Floor)
• 6767 Bertner Ave, Houston, Texas 77030

Why Attend?

• Network with providers, experts, and individuals and families who share similar experiences
• Learn from leading experts about the latest advancements in cholangiocarcinoma treatment.
• Engage in interactive Q&A sessions and panel discussions
• Gain insights into both systemic and non-systemic therapies

Join us for a day of education, support, and community. Your participation is crucial in fostering a stronger network for those impacted by cholangiocarcinoma.

The Houston Symposium will be an in-person-only event. To ensure an inclusive experience, translation services will be available. If you require translation assistance, please indicate your needs on the registration form. This will help us accommodate everyone and provide the necessary support during the symposium.

Register for this free event here to ensure your spot.

Adam Abeshouse dies at 63 from Bile Duct Cancer

Adam Abeshouse's clients joined him at the studio adjacent to his home for a farewell concert. Joshua Bell, first row, from left, Adam Abeshouse, Larisa Martinez and Kevin Puts. And, second row, from left, John-Henry Crawford, Charles Yang, Peter Dugan, Lara Downes, Ranaan Meyer, Garrick Ohlsson, Jeremy Denk, Nicolas Kendall and Simone Dinnerstein. NPR.

Early in 2024, Adam Abeshouse was diagnosed with bile duct cancer, and the disease swiftly metastasized. He was a producer who inspired great love and loyalty with the artists he worked with. Shortly before the end of his life, a dozen of his celebrity clients came together to perform for Abeshouse one last time, in a private concert at his home studio.

"In 2002, Adam Abeshouse founded the Classical Recording Foundation to help artists record music they were passionate about but might not have economic appeal. Because he said, “Recordings are just as important an art form as live performance."

A force that will be missed, but a strong legacy that lives on. RIP, Adam Abeshouse.

Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation Webinar

 

Mark Yarchoan, MD
Johns Hopkins University

This webinar will introduce an upcoming clinical trial at Johns Hopkins, led by Drs. Marina Baretti, Nilo Azad, and Mark Yarchoan.

The trial focuses on a therapeutic vaccine designed to boost the effectiveness of standard immunotherapy drugs for cholangiocarcinoma. Dr. Yarchoan will present information about the vaccine and provide a broader overview of how therapeutic cancer vaccines have evolved.

The discussion will cover past challenges, recent breakthroughs (including successes with vaccines in other types of cancer), and how these advancements could shape future cancer treatments.

Thursday, October 10, 2024

4:00pm (EDT)

Register now.

FDA Grants Orphan Drug Designation to Certepetide in Cholangiocarcinoma

FDA

"Previously, certepetide was granted ODD by the FDA for use as a potential therapeutic option in patients with malignant glioma in August 2023; rare pediatric disease designation in osteosarcoma in March, 2024; and ODD for osteosarcoma in April 2024. Additionally, the agent received orphan drug designation for pancreatic cancer by the European Medicines Agency’s Committee for Orphan Medical Products in October 2023, and fast track designation from the FDA in this disease setting.

"Patients in the first-line cohort will receive 1500 mg of intravenous (IV) durvalumab every 21 days plus 25 mg/m² of IV cisplatin and 1000 mg/m² of IV gemcitabine on day 1 and 8 every 21 days for 8 cycles, then every 28 days for additional cycles. In the second-line cohort, patients will receive FOLFOX (5-fluorouracil, leucovorin, and oxaliplatin) every 14 days. These respective regimens will be administered alongside either placebo or 3.2 mg/kg of IV certepetide as a slow push over 1 minute. The study’s primary end point is the incidence of adverse effects."

Check the article to learn more about this ODD, including citations and footnotes.

Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation September Support Groups

The Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation is offering virtual support groups (ZOOM) for September 2024. These support groups allow people who have been impacted by the disease to share personal experiences and learn from others. Participants must register to attend the virtual sessions that may include special guest moderators.

• Sept. 5 - Patient Support Group 
• Sept. 9 - Bereaved Support Group 
• Sept. 11 - Spanish Support Group 
• Sept. 16 - Patient Support Group 
• Sept. 18 - Canadian Support Group 
• Sept. 19 - Caregiver Support Group 
• Sept. 25 - French Canadian Support Group 

Click Here for more information about the Virtual Support Groups. 

Additional opportunities to connect with the CCF community include:

• CholangioConnect, which partners patients and caregivers with mentors to provide additional support.  (Learn More) 
• Cholangiocarcinoma 101 Video Series and links to other resources for patients and caregivers. 

 

August is make-a-will month, and no one is less likely to make a will than an American. In recent years, the percentage of Americans with wills has declined. As of 2024, only about 32% of American adults have a will. This represents a notable decrease from previous decades; for example, in 2005, approximately 51% of Americans had a will, and by 2016, this number had dropped to 44%​ (Senior Care Hub)​​ (Haimo Law)​.

The reasons for not having a will vary, but common barriers include procrastination, perceived lack of sufficient assets, and the cost of setting up a will. Specifically, 43% of Americans cite procrastination as the main reason, while 40% feel they do not have enough assets to justify creating a will​ (Senior Care Hub)​.

Despite these barriers, having a will is crucial for ensuring that one's assets are distributed according to their wishes and for avoiding potential legal complications for their heirs. Making a will can provide peace of mind and financial security for loved ones, making National Make-a-Will Month a timely reminder for individuals to consider their estate planning needs.

It's advisable to create a will as soon as you have any significant assets or responsibilities, such as property, investments, children, or dependents. While there's no "right" age to make a will, many experts suggest creating one in your early adulthood, around age 18, when you first acquire assets or have dependents. However, it’s never too late to make a will, and it should be updated regularly to reflect changes in your life circumstances.

Where to Create a Will:

1. Online Will Services: Websites like LegalZoom, Quicken WillMaker, and Trust & Will offer user-friendly platforms to create legally binding wills.
2. Law Firms: Hiring an estate planning attorney ensures your will is thorough and complies with state laws.
3. Do-It-Yourself Will Kits: Available online or at bookstores, these kits guide you through the process of drafting a will.
4. Local Government Resources: Some local governments offer free or low-cost will-making services, especially for seniors or low-income individuals.

10 Reasons to Make a Will in National Make-A-Will Month

1. Ensure Your Wishes Are Honored: Creating a will ensures your assets are distributed according to your wishes, rather than being decided by state laws.

2. Protect Your Loved Ones: A will can provide for your family, including appointing guardians for minor children, which can be crucial in securing their future.

3. Avoid Lengthy Probate: A clearly defined will can expedite the probate process, reducing the time and expense for your heirs.

4. Minimize Family Disputes: By clearly outlining your wishes, you can minimize the potential for disputes and conflicts among family members.

5. Support Charities: A will allows you to leave a legacy by donating to charities or causes you care about, ensuring your philanthropic wishes are honored.

6. Tax Benefits: Proper estate planning can help minimize estate and inheritance taxes, preserving more of your wealth for your beneficiaries.

7. Care for Pets: You can designate a caretaker and funds for your pets, ensuring they are well cared for after your passing.

8. Business Continuity: If you own a business, a will can outline what should happen to it, ensuring its continuity and the protection of your employees and customers.

9. Peace of Mind: Knowing that your affairs are in order and your loved ones are protected can provide significant peace of mind for you and your family.

10. Take Advantage of Resources: National Make-A-Will Month often brings awareness, resources, and promotions that can make the process easier and more affordable.

Creating a will is a crucial step in ensuring your legacy and protecting your loved ones. Taking advantage of National Make-A-Will Month is a great opportunity to address this important aspect of life planning. Note that making a will is not a substitute for a trust, and you must have a will even if you do have a trust. I'll cover those issues later.

Photo by Melinda Gimpel on Unsplash

 It's been a hot minute since I last posted on this site. I apologize for the neglect of nine years. In that time, I had a bowel resection (a stroke in one of the three arteries that attach to the sigmoid colon), my father died of heart disease during the middle of the 2020 pandemic year, and I underwent brain surgery in 2022 to try to "heal" my hemifacial spasms. That latter surgery didn't work, but I have a new neurologist who administers Botox to that left eye and it works like a charm.

So life is good right now. I'm selling a lot of "dead people stuff" on eBay, and donating 10% of sales to the Cholangiocarcinoma Foundation. I feel good about that -- last year, just kicking in, I donated almost $300. This year will be far more.

I'm going to keep going with this topic now since Facebook readership numbers are dwindling (I have a page there which I probably will eliminate). I don't have a clue to what my numbers will be here, but I feel a bit freer to post what I want to post on this format. 

Hope you all have been doing well. Talk soon!

Linda