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As most everyone who reads these communiqués knows, this past weekend was Labor Day, and those of the family who were desirous and able went camping on Mt. Graham. In attendance were Sabrina's family (Sabrina, Braxton, Piper, and dog), Ameilia's family (Wyatt, Ameilia, Wyatt, Abby, and Kylie), Nathen's family (Nathen, Terre, Ethen, Kyle, and Dog), and Barbara and I.
Although it was a long drive over rough roads, I very much enjoyed it.
We, (Wyatt, Wyatt, Nathen, Ethan, and I) hiked to the aircraft crash, and Ethan returned with cactus stickers in his toe that came through his shoe, and a slice of skin taken off his shin. Here, Grandma's trying to find a way to remove the stickers out of his toe. Terre tried bubble gum first. Next, Grandma tried duct tape and last she tried spreading glue on his toe. All this to no avail.
Abbie was interested in the sticker removal process and wanted to participate too!
The roads are much worse, and the trails much more over grown than when AJ and I were last here, but we made it (with only a few short stops to "adjust" the roadway).
Here is Sabrina making biscuits and gravy, using her pre-fab biscuits. What a novel idea...
Braxton was affected by allergies, and perhaps didn't enjoy the outing as much as he might have in their absence.
We successfully followed the trail to what I call, "the meadow," and then encountered problems. Following a wide, well marked path, we hiked probably 1500 yards before it became obvious that this trail didn't go near the crash site. Instead of retracing our steps, I tried to go cross-country, and as you might have guessed, encountered some very rough real estate, having a large angle of repose, and being studded with rock outcroppings, as well as being covered with a relatively thick growth of scrub oak, juniper, bear grass, and cactus. It was here that Wyatt the Younger, became intimately acquainted with a cactus, and for a short time, was of the opinion that hiking was no longer a good idea.
I thought we could have used AJ in a couple of spots (run on ahead and see if this is where we want to go, carry this kid, etc.), but for some unknown reason he chose not to attend (and rumor has it that he will also miss the camp-out next year).
Perhaps by the time we arrived, the four year olds were bored with the hike, as they decided they were going to fix the plane and fly it out.
By that time, I was tired enough to consider the idea (at least for a couple of milliseconds...).
I think the aluminum pile we visited was once a Consolidated P4Y-2 aircraft, which was a modified B-24 Liberater, with a re-designed tail and stretched body. Originally, it saw duty as a long range anti-submarine patrol plane. After the war, it was further modified as a "Borate Bomber" fire suppressant delivery system.
I base that conclusion on a (now long lost) e-mail from the FAA in response to an inquiry as to the fate of the AC bearing the number still visible on the tail section.

Also, compare the shape of the vertical and horizontal tail section, the shape of the "tear drop" cutout near the tail (that originally housed twin .50 caliber machine guns), the spinner in the center of the prop, the air intake that sits atop each engine, and the configuration of the main landing gear. The small window under the "N" number also matches that of the intact AC. If you are interested, different views of this AC (showing the air scoops and prop spinners) can be seen at http://www.air-and-space.com/P4Y-2%20Privateer%20Tankers.htm
I think Wyatt, the Elder, was impressed with the crash site. It is not a well-known destination, and not much has changed since I was there last. There was some technology present on this machine (e.g. roller bearing on the rocker arms) constructed in 1944 or 45 that Wyatt didn't think existed (at least not on cars) until the 1970's or 80's.
We started hiking about 0945, returned to the vehicle about 1800, just over 8 hours later. Wyatt had the roughest time, but he made it okay, and both of the four-year-olds (though they were carried some) hiked most of the distance as well. Further, when it was over, they didn't act as if they had done anything out of the ordinary. That was impressive. For my part, I decided I need some new boots. I addition to hurting my feet, the soles are coming off...


Well, after much urging (and that is a mild characterization) by Barbara, I finally visited a neurologist. As doctors are wont to do, he "spread the wealth" by referring me to another neurologist (one who specializes in motion disorder neurology). When you give a kid a hammer, everything looks like a nail, so I wasn't surprised when they agreed to diagnose me with what they characterize as, "Tremor-Predominant Parkinson's Disease." The literature lists four symptoms, and suggests that two must be present for a diagnosis to be made, and since I have only one (tremor, the others being muscle stiffness, slowness of motion, and postural instability) they are actually guessing. I suspect, however, that they are right. The disease progresses through 5 stages. Stage one consists of: Symptoms on one side of the body. Stage 2: Symptoms on both sides of the body, but no balance impairment. Stage 3: Balance impairment, mild to moderate disease, but still independent. Stage 4: Severe disability, but still able to walk or stand unassisted. Stage 5: Wheelchair bound or bedridden unless assisted. Doesn't that sound like fun? I can hardly wait to see how the scenario plays out! This is not exactly the way I had planned to spend my "Golden Years."

Actually, while this is a convenient way to characterize the progression, it has nothing to do with the underlying mechanisms. Another approach to the progression is to characterize the response to medications. The first stage is the newly diagnosed patient, who functions without medications. Then comes the period where the patient has a stable response to medications. Next, is the stage when it is possible to predict when the medications will wear off, then the stage with unpredictable on-off fluctuations. Somewhere in this progression, the patient may develop disabling involuntary movements called, "dyskinesias." Decreasing dosages and increasing frequency of medications may help some, but this itself, since it involves injections, can be a problem. The end stage is a yo-yo response where the patient alternates between a severe off state and disabling dyskinesias. Does this sound any better than the first set?

On a biochemical level, the root cause of the disease is the death of a certain class of brain cells called the substantia nigra. I won't burden you with the chemistry, but these cells produce a chemical called dopamine. Dopamine is a neuro-transmitter that is involved in passing electrical impulses from one neuron to another in the brain. When it is not available, nerve impulse stops, and with it, motion. This is an over simplification, as dopamine is probably involved in more than 100 different pathways, ranging from motion to emotion.

The official line is that there are medications (that lose their effectiveness over time) to treat the symptoms by increasing the amount of dopamine available, but nothing to stop or retard the disease progression (e.g. the death of the cells of the substantia nigra). That is the official line. There are, however, two or three drugs that appear (in studies designed to test their effect on symptom suppression) to retard the actual progression of the disease. These are now being tested in humans (stand by for results in 5 to 7 years). In studies using rats, these same drugs appear to prevent the distruction of the substantia nigra. The second neurologist I saw, prescribed one of them (azilect, or generic name rasagiline) for me. It is a once-a-day pill that costs $8.62 a copy (best price from the internet). The Sun Life Pharmacy will give me an employee discount (their price plus $1.50) and sell it to me for $5.45 a copy. This price is for a 1 milligram pill. Given that a 0.5 milligram pill sells for 1.4 cents per copy less, someone is making money hand over fist (the justification, of course, is that they have to recoup the development cost). At any rate, the best scenario works out to $1,959.48 per year, or if I plan on living another twenty years (80 years old), about $40,000 total. Because that is a significant amount of money to risk on something that might work (and just as easily might not), I am pondering exactly what course I should pursue. Choosing between becoming disabled and allowing your wife to survive after you're gone, is not a trivial matter.

The time course of the disease progressing is a subject that neither neurologist would address directly ("individuals vary") but the tremor predominant version appears to be slower than the variant characterized by stiffness. One of the quacks had me in stage five in 10 to 15 years and the other in 15 to 20. I can think of better ways to make a living...


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