14 April 2021

 

14 April 2021

     A crazy last few days.  I did complete a Jason Halda Mug Shot collage.

     I spent Monday and Tuesday at the hospital.  I received a PET scan, saw Dr. Kenkre, had a PICC line installation cancelled, had a brain MRI requested, underwent a neurological exam, and had a COVID-19 test.

     During my neurological exam, Jan, who works at the transfusion center, came barging in and asked if I has experiencing abdominal pain.  When I told her no she said something about that changing things, but never told me what that changes.  Obviously something showed up on the MRI they were not expecting.

     I am almost absolutely sure I am seeing disease progression in my abdominal cavity.  Too much disease and we cannot go forward with the CAR T-cell therapy.        

   So now Jan has me worried.

    I have a telecourt hearing on the Monday the 19th.  However, there is a strong likelihood I will be in or at the hospital. 

     I wrote the clerk of courts asking they work with prison officials to avoid a conflict.  I received a notice back on Monday that the hearing will only be changed with a formal motion.

     I asked around and was told by a supervisor and an iffy jailhouse lawyer that I needed to go through my social worker.

     My social worker, Ms. Bauer, is as bad as they get, and cannot get things done in a timely matter.  Therefore I went to her supervisor, our unit manager, Mrs. Grenier.  She said social services does not handle those things, but put through a phone call to an individual at the courthouse.

     This person said she would contact the clerk of court  and contact me back at the prison via Grenier.  But I never received a return call.

     I sat down and hand wrote out two motions to postpone the hearing for thirty days, and posted them in the mailbox.  Yet I find it hard to believe it will arrive at the court on time.

     More stress.

     This is my motion to have my sentence modified due to my terminal cancer.

     Lots of frustration.