Billy Beale's Cancer Treatment
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William Beale Woods, or better known as Billy Beale, is a father, grandfather, blues preservationist, singer/songwriter and storyteller. He has more then a half dozen albums between Kansas City labels Little Class Records and Merica Records on i-tunes, Spotify, Amazon, etc....
Unfortunately, he has been stricken with cancer, and it is devastating. Doctors recently found a cancerous tumor on his vocal cords, and after some more testing and visits, they found another one in his lung.
Billy Beale, is a prominent midtown Kansas City Blues Artist. There is still hope, but he has run out of money, and his family will be running out soon. He is starting a nuclear radiation program. There is hope, but any more delays in his treatment can prove fatal.
Here is his story:
Was a time when I thought I’d never see the River again. Well, what is left of me is indeed Back on the River, in bed at my sister’s with my hound dog. Hubba.
Has been a very taxing couple of weeks on me and my brother and sister and son Cody .... nothin has went right or good at all lately, but we are family and I am the fortunate one .... they are amazing in their stand to make me stand.
Latest Update ...
After four steroid shots in my favorite tumor, a hole the size of a silver quarter has been installed complete with a #6 PVC pipe sticking out the middle of my neck spewing vile yellow slime and bright red chunks of blood, that drools down a boney rib cage that surrounds an empty stomach, that has the latest model of bruises from a series of eight Nyofum shots, with 16 gauge needles that are longer than I am thick....
My chest has been neatly stored in a trash bin / which I can no longer claim cause it’s not my trash bin, just my trash.
Still I smile with pearly white teeth located beneath a pair of sunken green eyes that sees this as Progress.
Resting here on the river at family homestead till monday when another Quack saw Bones is going to reveal a whole new plan to nuke me till I glow startin on August the 10th.
I knew something horrible was done run a muck when my already rough and gravely voice of a Veteran Blues Man, who drank hard .... smoked longer than most Blues Men live, and ruff and tumble lifestyle had led me to places most people avoid like the plague. My everyday blues shoutin noise maker was failin me .. And finally one morning I awoke and found that my voice had also abandoned me, leavin me with only a small handful of fans and true believers that slowly one by one quit coming around to even smoke a bowl or pick a few tunes on the porch. The blues is something you can’t keep inside they got to come out. And the porch in the wee hours of a dying day is a place best suited for such moments.
My true and loyal friend, fellow musician songwriter and favorite rascal that had clung to me steadfast since he had friended me when he was just a 13 year old teenager Mati Mat, had been beggin me for weeks to check myself into a hospital ER finally got his way on July 15th of this year of our Lord 2016....
They, after a series of tests determined I was in a critical stage of throat cancer.... A large tumor had engulfed my right vocal chord completely and 40% of my voice box, leavin me at 20% air way .... 80% of my air way was blocked by this Fuckin tumor! They wanted to cut all that out along with half of my neck ..... I have always been a freak, but they talkin circus material! I Panic! I rip their shit, IV’s and tubes and such outta my arms and exited the hospital in the dead of the nite but left them a nice little note that said: Fuck You! so they wouldn’t worry. Family took me back the next day and we opted for trach and chemo / I’m gonna beat this for I can’t bare the thought of my unrecorded songs being burried in a silent grave that walks around! If them songs are to be buried then I want in the same grave with them. My brother took my guns so I’m beatin this with Billy Beale sheer river mule stubborness and gonna prove them slicker Doctors wrong. And if I die doin it I’ll be too dead to admitt I was wrong and aint got no voice to apoligize with anyway.
During the fight here, them devils moved into my right lung and I let them cut that tumor off, that bitch wont spread no more .... But I wont let them cut my throat, therefore the chemo, I’m either goin to win or die winning. I’m not done, I plan to take her to the bridge and make her scream!
My remains will be on view at a beautiful 1930’s Art Deco home on Elms Boulevard in Excelsior springs, that was secured with my remaining family funds to enjoy what ever is yet to come. On With The Show!
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Please help Billy Beale and his family fund his treatments. He is Kansas City's blues man with no voice, but with your help, we can beat this, and give him a fighting chance to tell the stories never told. Thank you all so much for your support.
Billy Beale Loves You!!!
Unfortunately, he has been stricken with cancer, and it is devastating. Doctors recently found a cancerous tumor on his vocal cords, and after some more testing and visits, they found another one in his lung.
Billy Beale, is a prominent midtown Kansas City Blues Artist. There is still hope, but he has run out of money, and his family will be running out soon. He is starting a nuclear radiation program. There is hope, but any more delays in his treatment can prove fatal.
Here is his story:
Was a time when I thought I’d never see the River again. Well, what is left of me is indeed Back on the River, in bed at my sister’s with my hound dog. Hubba.
Has been a very taxing couple of weeks on me and my brother and sister and son Cody .... nothin has went right or good at all lately, but we are family and I am the fortunate one .... they are amazing in their stand to make me stand.
Latest Update ...
After four steroid shots in my favorite tumor, a hole the size of a silver quarter has been installed complete with a #6 PVC pipe sticking out the middle of my neck spewing vile yellow slime and bright red chunks of blood, that drools down a boney rib cage that surrounds an empty stomach, that has the latest model of bruises from a series of eight Nyofum shots, with 16 gauge needles that are longer than I am thick....
My chest has been neatly stored in a trash bin / which I can no longer claim cause it’s not my trash bin, just my trash.
Still I smile with pearly white teeth located beneath a pair of sunken green eyes that sees this as Progress.
Resting here on the river at family homestead till monday when another Quack saw Bones is going to reveal a whole new plan to nuke me till I glow startin on August the 10th.
I knew something horrible was done run a muck when my already rough and gravely voice of a Veteran Blues Man, who drank hard .... smoked longer than most Blues Men live, and ruff and tumble lifestyle had led me to places most people avoid like the plague. My everyday blues shoutin noise maker was failin me .. And finally one morning I awoke and found that my voice had also abandoned me, leavin me with only a small handful of fans and true believers that slowly one by one quit coming around to even smoke a bowl or pick a few tunes on the porch. The blues is something you can’t keep inside they got to come out. And the porch in the wee hours of a dying day is a place best suited for such moments.
My true and loyal friend, fellow musician songwriter and favorite rascal that had clung to me steadfast since he had friended me when he was just a 13 year old teenager Mati Mat, had been beggin me for weeks to check myself into a hospital ER finally got his way on July 15th of this year of our Lord 2016....
They, after a series of tests determined I was in a critical stage of throat cancer.... A large tumor had engulfed my right vocal chord completely and 40% of my voice box, leavin me at 20% air way .... 80% of my air way was blocked by this Fuckin tumor! They wanted to cut all that out along with half of my neck ..... I have always been a freak, but they talkin circus material! I Panic! I rip their shit, IV’s and tubes and such outta my arms and exited the hospital in the dead of the nite but left them a nice little note that said: Fuck You! so they wouldn’t worry. Family took me back the next day and we opted for trach and chemo / I’m gonna beat this for I can’t bare the thought of my unrecorded songs being burried in a silent grave that walks around! If them songs are to be buried then I want in the same grave with them. My brother took my guns so I’m beatin this with Billy Beale sheer river mule stubborness and gonna prove them slicker Doctors wrong. And if I die doin it I’ll be too dead to admitt I was wrong and aint got no voice to apoligize with anyway.
During the fight here, them devils moved into my right lung and I let them cut that tumor off, that bitch wont spread no more .... But I wont let them cut my throat, therefore the chemo, I’m either goin to win or die winning. I’m not done, I plan to take her to the bridge and make her scream!
My remains will be on view at a beautiful 1930’s Art Deco home on Elms Boulevard in Excelsior springs, that was secured with my remaining family funds to enjoy what ever is yet to come. On With The Show!
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Please help Billy Beale and his family fund his treatments. He is Kansas City's blues man with no voice, but with your help, we can beat this, and give him a fighting chance to tell the stories never told. Thank you all so much for your support.
Billy Beale Loves You!!!
Organizer and beneficiary
Goldie Ruth Neuhaus
Organizer
Kansas City, MO
Kathryn Mckown
Beneficiary