Another flashback to Kahala Elementary

Okay, here’s another one from an old photo album. It’s the “official” photo of my 5th grade class at Kahala elementary School in 1958. Our teacher was Mrs. Lau.

This is a repeat of a post that first appeared here almost 12 years ago.

The terrible thing is that I don’t have any recollection, good or bad, of Mrs. Lau. That contrasts with my vivid memory of Miss Yamasaki, my 6th grade teacher, who told me I would “never amount to anything” because I was lazy and didn’t work hard on my homework. She was right on the last count. I was bored and didn’t spend much time on homework. But I was avidly reading and asking questions about how things work that my mother would deflect by pointing to the set of World Book encyclopedias where I was supposed to look up the answers. And, as I recall, I did. But homework? Not so much.

But back to the class photo. I’ve attached the somewhat incomplete list my mother typed at the time identifying most students in the class. She luckily saved it with the photo, and I found it many years later. .

I’m sure you can find me without resorting to the crib sheet. Or can you?

And maybe someone knows others whose names are missing? If so, share some info about them, please.

Click on the photo to see a larger version.



1958

Suddenly it’s getting real

Soon it begins.

Gemcitabine. Cisplatin. Durvalumab. Not household words. But these drugs will define the next months of my life as I begin chemotherapy and immunotherapy treatments. The first two drugs are a chemotherapy mix. The last will power immunotherapy.

The drugs are given via an IV drip during infusion sessions that, I’m told, last about six hours each, one day a week for two weeks, followed by a week off, and then repeated for the foreseeable future. I was offered a choice of locations, either the main Queen’s downtown Honolulu location, or their smaller Cancer Clinic in the Kuakini Medical Plaza. To begin, I selected the smaller and less intimidating Kuakini location, a decision that can be reconsidered later.

My oncologist was upbeat when he described the treatment, saying nausea, the most frequent side effect, is usually kept under control by other drugs. And other serious side effects don’t happen very often with the particular mix of drugs I’ll be getting.

Port Insertion

To make the process easier, I’m booked to have a chest port inserted on Thursday. The procedure will be done at Queen’s Medical Center, and is expected to take about four hours from check-in to discharge.

The port provides a simple and convenient method for administering the chemotherapy and immunotherapy drug concoctions over the as-yet undetermined period of months.

Perhaps this is my chance to dig into that stack of books I keep saying I intend to read!

Now, deep breath.

Another Feline Friday at home

This week’s Feline Friday has several favorites that stand out in my mind.

The first photo of Bessie after she pulled a tennis ball out of the basket of cat toys. Then the shot of Kiko stretched out in the hallway with the same ball in the foreground. Although Bessie gets credit for digging the ball out of the basket, it was then shared and played with by all four cats. And then there’s the last photo in which the stark lighting captures a great portrait of Kinikini, with a hint of Kiko on her scratch lounge below.

But lots of others worth sharing, which I slowly whittled down from over 30 photos I initially selected for possible inclusion in this Feline Friday.

So, without further delay, on to the cats!

Feline Friday 6-19-2026