Author: Steve Hansen

@shansen404

Those of you who have been following my blog may recall that I bought a power chair last year as part of my plan to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain and ride the gnarliest and scariest thrill rides that could accommodate an 81 year old above knee amputee like me, having bad vision and…

I’m supposed to write about how I feel. That is what ‘Celeste,’ one of my cancer support group facilitators often suggests that I do. Much of the time I feel like crap. Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. Can I stop here? Or should I elaborate more? There is no roadmap for where I am. I have just…

Ok, I’m a bit burned out with writing at the moment, so I’ve decided to add some ‘virtualness’ (is that a word??) to ‘Boomer Hangout’ enabling senior folks like me who may share interests in common to get together and socialize via Google Meet. I prefer Google Meet over ZOOM because the free ZOOM account…

One of the funniest TV commercials I remember from my TV viewing days was this crazy one called ‘Got Milk’ where this well dressed businessman is on his mobile phone nastily firing an employee when he suddenly gets run over in a crosswalk by a semi truck. Next thing we see is him eating a…

Reprinted from an article I wrote for the We are Proud Aging Women Blog that was posted back in Jan 10, 2020. This was before I was known to have prostate cancer, before I started any cancer treatment, before I became involved with any cancer support groups, before I had seen people I just met,…

A Poem by Steve Hansen Prostate cancer is at my door. I think I’ve seen this guy before. Weren’t you a Jehovah’s Witness just yesterday?And last week selling aphid spray? Sir, if I could just have just a bit of your time.You’ll not find this on Amazon Prime.  I can see that you’re old but…

As part of my therapy for prostate cancer through UCLA Health I am fortunate to have the benefit of both a psychotherapist and a psychiatrist provided through the UCLA Simms-Mann Center for Integrative Oncology. In addition, I currently participate in two excellent cancer support groups also offered through Simms-Mann Center. All of these psychosocial and…

Both my father and my brother served in the U.S. armed forces, my brother during peacetime,  my father during WW2 in the Pacific Theater on the Island of Guam. My dad was an officer in the U.S. Army Corp of Engineers building air bases for the new B-29 bombers heralding the upcoming final assault on…

I have never thought of myself as an environmentalist or had much sympathy with people who have such heightened fears and trepidations about what seems to me to be just ordinary stuff. The environment is, it seems to me, full of all kinds of strange and toxic material, much of it airborne, no doubt coming…