[L-I] Eastern Idaho Life Report

NOTE BY HUNTER BEAR:

Had what could have been a bad fall about 3 am.  May have something to do
with one of the many medicines, and also an off balance progression.  Fell
against the Big Chair [soft] and spilled a cup of warm coffee on the chair
and on my face as well. Cloudy and a companion cat rushed to my assistance.
Called out several times.  [Beba's dream?]  I was able
to get  up with some assistance from Eldri.  Trek yesterday went even better
and a bit longer than usual.  So it is a mixed bag.  Anyway, we will keep
walking.

>From Beba [oldest son, in Western Minnesota]  9/20/04:
"Had a dream you should be aware of:  the phone rang and it was you calling
for help and then you hung up.  I assumed you'd dialed me because people in
the house couldn't hear you.  I called local 911 and asked for help in
contacting Poky police to check on you.  They asked your race.  I said,
"Half American Indian and half White."  They seemed interested in arresting
you and I had to re-explain that I didn't want you arrested but only wanted
them to check on you."

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Eldri refers to the Fall and early Winter of a year ago as a horrible time.
The first hospitalization saw my being given a colonoscopy -- during which
my heart stopped twice [most likely because of acute anemia], necessitating
much physical beating on my chest. I was generally deathly ill at that
point; and I almost died again during the second hospital incarceration;
and then yet once again during the third. During much of this awful period,
all sorts of tests were being run -- bone marrow, cat scans, x rays etc --
with the
unspoken  presumption on the part of most  of my doctors
that I had some exotic form of blood cancer. [Eldri and offspring have
remarked many times that I have always remained cool and confident --
including during this especially trying diagnostic crucible.]  It turned
out, of course, to be the most lethal form of  SLE Lupus, joined in due
course by a
heavy version of diabetes. There is no  physician-predicted cure nor
substantive
remission for my SLE; and at one point my diabetes saw my blood sugar reach
almost 1,000.

The doctors would like me to use Imuran or perhaps Methotrextate -- with
Cytoxin as a possible step beyond that.  But these powerful chemo drugs
do sometimes cause cancer in their own right, so we shall continue to stick
with the unpleasant steroid, Prednisone.

There are other medicines in our basket as well.

It can certainly be tough:  periodic waves of pain [I have a high pain
threshold, something any "controversial" agitator certainly needs!];
occasional acute physical weakness; bouts of depression which I fight off by
becoming busy; uncertainty always lurking -- including the realization that
I am much more mortal than I once thought and "something" deadly could
happen either via subversive slowness [e.g., kidneys] or with abrupt
suddenness.

Within the past six months it is now being authoritatively reported that
Native Americans are at especial risk via Lupus -- followed by Afro
Americans and Chicanos. But Lupus can strike all -- and it is certainly
global in its skeletal focus. It remains an essentially rare and mysterious
illness with many ugly faces.

But our basic message now is that, despite the fall of very early this morn,
we do feel alive and quite confident and fully in accord with the William
James dictum that "life is worth living."  We are walking higher and higher,
further and further, with my new Size 16 feet and top flight Lowa Extra
Trekker Size 16 mountain boots serving me very well indeed.

Our minimum trek is now more than three really rough/tough miles -- up
and down.  We often go further.

We continue our involvements on behalf of racial and related justice.  No
known  racial killings have occurred in this general region for almost  two
years.  The police situation remains problematic -- especially at the very
large Pocatello suburb of Chubbuck which adjoins the Fort Hall
[Shoshone/Bannock] reservation.  In North Dakota, no arrests have
yet been made in the 2001 killings of Robert and Damian Belgarde
[father and son], Turtle Mountain Ojibway, out in Grand Forks County.
No one has been arrested anywhere for the 2002
murder [probably psycho sexual] of 19 year old Russ
Turcotte, also Turtle Mountain Ojibway, in a remote area west of Grand
Forks. We keep on all of these local and out-of-state issues and I am, among
other things, in contact with North Dakotans.

Cold at night in Idaho and cool during the days -- with rain and snow and
much game continuing to come down into the lower regions.  I have a
hankering to kill a big bear for meat and may apply for the Spring Bear
Hunt.  Bear meat is my very special medicine.

I am never a Happy Camper where hospitals are involved.

Our Lair of Hunterbear website is heavily visited -- sometimes nearly 500
contacts per day.

Fighting on -

HUNTER GRAY  [HUNTER BEAR]   Micmac /St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
www.hunterbear.org
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

In our Gray Hole, the ghosts often dance in the junipers and sage, on the
game trails, in the tributary canyons with the thick red maples, and on the
high windy ridges -- and they dance from within the very essence of our own
inner being. They do this especially when the bright night moon shines down
on the clean white snow that covers the valley and its surroundings.  Then
it is as bright as day -- but in an always soft and mysterious and
remembering way. [Hunter Bear]















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