Thanks Bruce For Being With Me 42 Years!
NOTE ADDED 9/3/13 - Today is the 3rd year anniversary of my beloved Bruce's passing. I will always remember you and will see you soon when our faithful, Christ returns.
Born Bruce Carl Davison, July 27, 1937 at home, Casitas Springs, Ventura, California. Bruce attended schools in the general area up through high school, including two years at ventura Junior College (associates degree in Engineering). He also attended UCLA and Pasadena City College. He studied to be an engineer but circumstances never lead to the degree he desired.
On September 3, 2010, I lost my husband, to lung cancer. Bruce had surgery March 6, 2009, and the doctor took the upper left lobe. They said the cancer was due to smoking. Bruce had quit 17 years earlier but it wasn't enough time to keep the big "C" away. He had talked about what would happen, or, I should say, he was concerned about me. So, during the last admittance to the hospital, June 3, 2010, the doctors told us he would be leaving the hospital and going on hospice. I don't know if it ever really set in with me. I made all the arrangements at home. We lived in a small apartment and I had to rearrange it to accept a hospital bed.
There is nothing quite like being told you have approximately six months to live. Bruce was a fighter and he was praying that the Lord might give him five more years to see his two granddaughters grow. But, as he starting taking his meds and receiving visits from the hospice staff, I believe it was at that time he really understood what he was up against. All during the recovery from surgery and the chemo treatments, Bruce never gave up hope and for the most part, his health was good and he handled the treatments very well.
I had already decided early that year that I was going to retire and had made the arrangements. Work was slow at my job and, God's timing is unique. Bruce and I were both born and raised in California, and Ventura was his hometown. But, our granddaughters, son and daughter-in-law were in Utah and he wanted to be there. So, I begin to make the arrangements to pack up and move us. By July 6, we were on a flight to Salt Lake City. Once Bruce was relocated and connected to hospice in Utah, my son flew back with me and we packed up all are personal belongings and shipped them to our new location. We decided to stay with our son and family until an apartment could be located.
Bruce had some good days, even made trips out to the store for some shopping and a few walks but soon became very tired and stay to his bed. Bruce had acquired narcolepsy in 1984 and was on medication and was dealing with the effects of the narcolepsy on top of the cancer. Most of the time he just wanted to rest and sleep.
In the early years of our marriage, Bruce worked as a salesman for Prudential Insurance. He was very good with people and statistics. During the early years he was well read. As years went by and the narcolepsy progressed, reading became a thing of the past for Bruce, unless it was for short publications--magazines or news articles. We never saw to many movies as he would always sleep through most of them.
Sports, especially baseball and tennis, were what he liked to follow. He did some wood carving and liked to rant over politics. We both loved to discuss the week events on Saturday mornings, read to each other and occasionally take walks. He loved our country and we attended a couple of the Ventura Political Tea Parties, our last one while he was still completing chemo treatments.
Bruce was involved in drama at Ventura Baptist Church. It was his way of sharing the message of Christ through the plays put on my the drama department.
My Bruce wanted to be remember as someone who could make a difference in people's lives. He cared about you and could let you know that he did. I know that he did make that difference especially in my life.
Never met a cracker I didn't like
Graham Cracker Picture
My husband, Bruce, with his Graham Cracker
Florence Davison, Bruce's Mom
Son - Here with Florence, his mother.
You Were A Great Brother
Bob, Linda, Bruce and Richard
He Had The Ability To Throw A Poem Together!
I have gazed
into your lustrious eyes
I have imagined
the taste of your sweet lips
I have fantasized laying
my head on your chest
but before you conclude
that I am totally rotten,
I must tell you that your navel
is as low-down as I have gotten.
By Bruce C. Davison
Mates ... to strange.
License to smother, change,
Fit the mold or derange.
For less estranging,
Divorce, anger and disparaging.
Love ... needs elucidation
Few have articulation ...
Of cohesion through freedom.
By Bruce C. Davison
"To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, but to be loved by the one you love is everything"
Quote: Author unknown
Bruce & Sandy
We were married December 16, 1967 (Boston Tea Party)
Sandy of beauty with golden hair
and eyes that reflect of hazel hue
Bruce of stature of dark hair
and eyes that could see of light
together they became of two as one
holding every minute under God's given sun
they are together now and possibly forever more
see each other and love the same way
think of the other one and only say
I love you each minute of every day
I love you my friend and my love.
by Bruce C. Davison
Thanks for being my silly Bruce
Thanks for the times you were silly and playful; you could always bring me up when I was down. Your second granddaughter, Desiree, has acquired your humor.
And, Here is the Des (Desiree)
Our second beloved granddaughter
On her birthday outing to Heber Valley Historical Railroad Authority, Utah (train rides). She just turn two.
How We Loved Our Outings
At a winery in Ventura County
With My Xmas Gift, written by my Bruce
A time for laughter, a time for joy
A time for giving, but not a toy.
I'd rather keep you in lots of stitches
So Here's the means to mend your britches
It's only money, I knows,
But we will buy a machine that sews,
clip art from Doll Collecting at About.com
The Davison Clan
Bruce was a wonderful dad and I am fortunate to have such a wonderful son, Michael.
Bruce, Tammy, Desiree in Red, Michael, Marissa and Me.
Best Friends - Brothers Bob and Dick
Bruce loved his part-time job. He loved people and hosting at Marie's.
None is so blind as he who will not see,
Even though Blind he may not be.
When offered facts and clear questions,
He shuts down his brain while taking umbrage and exceptions.
It is sad to see honesty trumped by dimwitted ideology.
by Bruce C. Davison
Bus Monitor Student Hero - Part I
Hero - Part II
Hero 3 - Part III
Heritage? English, Spanish and French
BruceClick thumbnail to view full-size
Narcolepsy is a chronic sleep disorder, or dyssomnia, characterized by an excessive urge to sleep in inappropriate times, such as while at work or at school.
A sleeping Disorder
Bruce acquired his sleeping disorder in 1984. He was driving to work one day and when he got to work he woke up 10 minutes later in the parking lot. He had fallen to sleep with his hand still on the ignition key. He remembers having days, up to this point, where he felt tired driving to work. He said some times he would slap his leg, while driving, to keep awake. It had been a tiring week as he was working two part-time jobs. He also had an episode whereby he saw light patterns in front of his eyes. He just thought he was extremely tired. He finally went to the doctor, who referred him to a neurologist. It didn't take much for the neurologist the take out his text book, hand it to my husband and have him read a paragraph or two about his current condition. He told my husband, he would confirm with tests, but that he probably had narcolepsy.
A sleep study test was given to Bruce to confirm the neurologist's diagnosis. Bruce also found out that he had sleep apnea, which many times will accompany narcolepsy. This is a breathing disorder and can be fatal.
Over the years the condition worsen to the point whereby he could not work full-time jobs, especially jobs that were very sedentary or would allow its subject to fall asleep due to environment. Bruce did better with heavy physical jobs. However, for best health and just to be able to have any life outside of work, he functioned well on 4 hours of work then rest. He would have to have a nap.
Bruce had a severe case of it. He had the cataplexy, which is a sudden muscular weakness brought on by strong emotions (though many consist with a dislike to a severe hate of a person or situation; a joke the individual tries to tell or recognized as one is telling it; or any humor that triggers extreme emotion). When the cataplexy (if you have it you are considered to have a full flown case of narcolepsy) occurs, the individual can loose muscular ability whereby they can fall. My husband trained himself to, as he called it, "stack his bones". He could feel an occurrence coming on and would put his body into a very firm, upright position.
My husband would have vivid dreams, hearing voices to the point he would wake up feeling a present in the room. Since he was taking ritalin or methylphenidate, he was not sure if it was the drugs alone causing the hallucination or that it was part of characteristics of the disorder. Once Bruce knew what he had (first was afraid of a tumor), he accepted it well and felt he was fortunate that it wasn't worse. We both moved forward and learned as much as we could about his new challenge.
Sleep paralysis was another very irritating aspect to the disorder. Bruce could be asleep, but he could hear what was going on around him, but could not move. His muscular part of his body would temporarily shut down. However, if he could approach himself, or I could assist, before he entered the deep sleep, a pinch to the arm could pull him out-of-it! This treatment was also true when he was experiencing the cataplexy or strong emotion. When in public, it had its draw backs. If Bruce was, say in line at the market and someone told a "funny" he could respond and start to lose muscle tonus. If he caught himself early enough, he would pinch himself and break the cycle and not be subject to falling. If I was with him, I was usually aware of his situation and could pinch him to break it myself. It was manageable.
Over the years, the effects of the medicine was such that he had to have the dosage increased and increased. Bruce was very careful with his meds and never abused the "street" drug ritalin. I am so thankful to him that he educated himself on the dangers of the drug and never became an abuser of it. Life could have been a real "hell" if he had. He did try other medications over the years, but went back to ritalin as nothing woked as well for him.
My Blue Man Special
Grandpa or "Pa" as they called him.
Our first granddaughter, Marissa. Pa loved to wink at little Marissa. Today she is four and loves to wink at you and she remembers this about her grandfather.
Help In Time Of Need
A Lover of Chess
Bruce loved chess and, up to the point of his narcolepsy, enjoyed the game and played in tournaments. He wanted to teach our grandchildren the game. That did not occur. I am currently learning the game so that I can introduce chess to them.
Easter Island's Man
Bruce made this before we were married. He throw it together from volcanic rock. The eyes were old red One-A-Day vitamins.
Link Along with Me
- Public Med Health
Some basics about narcolepsy
- National Institute of Neurological Disorders and Stoke
Narcolepsy Fact Sheet. Excellent reference sheet.
- Mayo Clinic
Basics, causes, treatments
- Narcolepsy Network
Resources and support groups.
- Sleep Apnea Organization
The ASAA is a non-profit organization dedicated to reducing injury, disability, and death from sleep apnea and to enhancing the well-being of those affected by this common disorder.
- Cancer Center
Cancer Treatment Centers of America
- PBS News-Scans
Regarding scans for lung cancer
Bringing doctors knowledge to you.
- Prescription Drug Assistance
Help with medication; cancer treatments, etc.