One of the first people to make me feel at home in Moundridge isn’t doing so well.
John Hanes, who lives across the street from me, has battled cancer and various other illnesses to the point that he has a feeding tube because he can’t consume solid food and can’t do much other than sit in his yard drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes while enjoying the outdoors.
Now he has been having a lot of strokes lately.
Today he told me recently had yet another stroke that made his arm not function properly, something he expected to happen eventually if he continued to have the strokes.
His left arm is just kind of curled up at his side, and it breaks my heart.
He is a really nice guy, and I hope he battles through this just as he has every other illness he has come down with.
(The guy is full of spunk. He does what he wants and thrives off the scolding he gets for doing prohibited activities such as mowing the lawn.)
I wish you luck, John. You are in my prayers, and I’ve got another bucket full of aluminum cans you can have to help pay for your medicine.
