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By David P. Cantrell I hate having a damaged wheelchair. I hate getting the run-around from vendors. I hate relying on a doctor I barely know. I love being alive. I love having mobility. I love knowing someone will fix it. I love believing in others, even strangers. Life is good, but it can be […]

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Jimmy Carter’s Cancer

Jimmy Carter’s Cancer
An essay by: David P. CantrellJ Carter


Do you care? I do, but, I’m not sure that you should. After all people come and go; they live and die, unknown to most and to fewer that care.

I care because of a life well lived. Many White House alumni have used its glow for self-enrichment. He focused the glow on the needs of others and gave of himself to boot.

He assumed office with a message of hope after a decade of domestic turmoil, brought on by the Vietnam War, Nixon’s shame and a sense of loss.  Events beyond his control took hold, and he was blamed for inflation, gas lines, hostages and America’s disgust for itself.

He had the self-confidence in himself, and his marriage, to reveal in Playboy that he had lusted for women, while married to another.  I knew by his admission that he had conquered his temptation—not all have. He’s a man to be honored in my mind. Now he’s made public his metastatic cancer and thereby thumbed his nose at another old taboo.

Was he America’s best President?

No. Washington, Lincoln and others fight for that title.

I didn’t vote for him, but I’m proud that he was our President, and I’ll argue that Jimmy Carter is the best Ex-president out country has ever known.

Human or Inhuman

You know, life has a way of letting us know how insignificant we are as individuals and how little our personal efforts really mean. Thousands died in Nepal because of an earthquake and building codes beyond their control.  I watched the news and felt as much sympathy as I could from my comfortable home in California at 5 am Pacific time this morning.  Then I tried to get out of bed. A bulging disc and stenosis in my spine took hold of me and in a very clear manner said, “Hey asshole, we own you.”

My sympathy for the poor souls in Nepal didn’t go away, but it took a back-seat to the sympathy I felt for myself. Tomorrow will be the sixth anniversary of the spinal cord injury that put me in a power wheelchair for half of each day. I’m in bed the remainder of each day. Oh, poor me—not. I’m one lucky asshole. I’m alive. I live with a loving woman and I have the resources to live better than at least ninety percent of people of Nepal. But, I have to admit I felt very sorry for myself this morning when I couldn’t get out of bed.

Then I watched “The Price is Right” took some pain pills, slept for a while, found the strength to get out of bed and into my wheelchair, and write this missive on my Dell computer. I truly don’t know why I’ve written this. I feel bad and good, I care and don’t care. I’m human and inhuman.

Meet Vera Rubin

Writing a novel requires an author to make many decisions. Where a scene is set might seem like an easy one, but can actually be difficult and require a good deal of research. I once spent two hours trying to find the right location for an amateur astronomer’s perfect home-based observatory. The mountains of New Mexico near Las Vegas were my choice. Las Vegas, NM, not NV. I didn’t know there was another Las Vegas. It wasn’t an earth-shattering discovery, but it was interesting nonetheless.

Even character names can require research. Let’s say you’ve set your murder mystery in a quaint up-state New York village. It wouldn’t do to have your serial killer share a name with the village’s mayor. I researched Korean names to make up a name for a sinister corporation. Did you know Young, also Yeong, means brave, and Jang Young Sil was a 15th century scientist and inventor? Well now you do.

Scientific and technical subjects require a good deal of research for me. I don’t want my novels to reveal how ignorant I am. While researching Disturbance: The Vetting, I met a very fascinating woman, Vera Rubin.

vrubinVera was born in Philadelphia at Temple University Hospital in 1928. She was the second daughter of immigrant parents. Her father immigrated as a young boy from Lithuania and became an electrical engineer. Her family moved to Washington, D.C. when she was ten. By eleven, she was fascinated with stars. She watched them from her bedroom window intrigued by how they rotated during the night. She learned to recognize meteors and could draw maps of their paths; by the time she was in middle school, she’d built her own telescope. She didn’t care about the constellation names; it was their movements that captured her attention.

In high school, she got a dose of the macho nature of science. Her physics teacher, Mr. Himes, barely recognized her existence and rarely talked to her. He certainly didn’t provide a nurturing environment. When she shared her joy at getting a scholarship to Vassar, he said she’d do okay if she stayed away from science.

She didn’t stay away. She declared for astronomy at Vassar and received her degree in three years. She applied to Princeton’s master program in 1948, but received no response, not even a catalog. Women weren’t admitted to Princeton’s astronomy program until 1975. She enrolled at Cornell and completed her masters in 1951, and received her doctorate in 1954 from Georgetown.

During her studies, she made observations of galactic movements and noted they weren’t distributed randomly, which was the accepted belief at the time. Her PhD thesis argued that galaxies clumped together and rotated around unknown centers. Her thesis was controversial and not well received. She, and a talented instrument maker, Kent Ford, made hundreds of observation regarding the motion of the Milky Way. The Rubin-Ford Effect is named after them.

Rubin moved to the less controversial topic of galactic rotation and again up-ended accepted belief. Her work showed that galaxies were rotating much faster than traditional physics predicted. Ultimately, her noted discrepancies led to the concept of dark matter.

Don’t confuse dark matter with the tremendous mass of black holes, they’re not the same. Rubin’s work implies some kind of unknown matter is influencing the orbit of galaxies. We can’t see it; it doesn’t collapse into stars, but we can see its influence. Some calculations indicate dark matter may be ten times more massive than normal matter.

I’m very impressed by the accomplishments of Vera Rubin, particularly given the male dominated environment she’s had to live in. Vera has received numerous prizes and acknowledgements, but not the Nobel. She is still active as far as I know. There is even a grass roots movement to get her a Nobel in 2015 and a Facebook page to like for that purpose. Click here: Grass Roots Movement

An Oral History Transcript Dr. Vera Cooper-Rubin, Also see her Wikipedia article.


David P. Cantrell is an author and member of the Edgewise Words Inn staff.