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  • In for the fight of his life day after day

    Pat Gamache|Updated Jan 18, 2020

    [Editor’s note: Pat Gamache of Odessa continues the story of his dealings with the medical profession and battles with addiction and illness. This series concludes this week with an intro message from Pat and a shared email from his son Shaun.] Continued from last week. My son Shaun works for Apollo Video, a video surveillance company out of the Seattle area. He’s a programmer, software designer and manages 60-plus service personnel in the field. He started with schools and buses, presently working on facial recognition pro...

  • In for the fight of his life vs. liver disease

    Pat Gamache|Updated Jan 18, 2020

    [Editor’s note: Pat Gamache of Odessa continues the story of his dealings with the medical profession and battles with addiction and illness. Our December 19/26 issue in 2019 left off with Pat coming out of his shell and making end-of-life arrangements. Continued from last week. Time to concentrate on my wife and where we wanted to spend my last days. As far as I was concerned I needed nothing more than a cave to live in. Material things meant nothing anymore. My wife hadn’t worked in a year! We were trying to survive on $1,...

  • In for the fight of his life

    Pat Gamache|Updated Jan 3, 2020

    [Editor's note: Pat Gamache of Odessa continues the story of his dealings with the medical profession and battles with addition and illness. Last week's issue left off with Pat hearing a song on the radio that prompted him to find out more about it.] There it was, Chris Rea’s “Texas.” I loved to drive and it’s a driving song. I guess that’s why it was stuck in the far reaches of my mind. I found out that Chris Rea is from England and writes a lot of songs about driving and also Christian music and love ballads. One is called...

  • In for the fight of his life

    Pat Gamache|Updated Dec 15, 2019

    [Editor’s note: Pat Gamache of Odessa continues the story of his dealings with the medical profession and battles with addiction and illness. His earlier submission ran in the 2019 issues of October 10, 17 and 24.] I saw a doctor (not here) about a chronic sinusitis issue from my head injuries, and asked him to explain to me why my antibiotics had made a big improvement to my pain level, digestive issues and more. What I got was the addiction stigma and the “you’re a walking dead person” attitude. He questioned all the med...

  • A personal history - Battling against addictions

    Pat Gamache|Updated Oct 23, 2019

    Addiction comes to us in many different ways, some of which we have very little control over! I’ve been addicted to a few different things in my day, while living with some cognitive deficiencies from a severe head injury from a baseball at age 5. Being around animals was addictive and soothing! The first of many addictions. So I got a job working at a pet shop. My addictions were then work and money. I had a paper route and sold greeting cards door to door. I bought my first bike at age 7. At age 8, I got the job at the p...

  • Things that go bump in the night

    Pat Gamache|Updated Aug 8, 2019

    They only come out at night! They hide inside, so they can’t be seen during the day, like the vampires they are. They don’t suck your blood, but they will make you bleed when they strike. They poke their heads out from time to time like little ground hogs looking to see if the coast is clear, waiting for dark. Is anyone watching? They strike when we’re asleep at night or gone. They will leave you in fear, because they have violated your space. They’re easy to spot walking around late at night in dark colors and/or with co...

  • Time waits for no one

    Pat Gamache|Updated Jul 28, 2017

    I was talking with a friend the other day, when I heard Simon and Garfunkel’s “59th Street Bridge Song” and its lyrics, “Slow down, you move too fast; you got to make the morning last. Kicking down the cobble stones, looking at life and feeling groovy.” Life was so much simpler back then. In Seattle, an eight-year-old could get on a transit bus alone and travel across town without a worry. Life nowadays moves so fast we barely have time to think. Then the next problem rears its ugly face, and another day begins. You’re st...