In a way my life is still measured in six month increments. I blissfully go my merry way until the bi-yearly cancer checkup. With my history there is never any surety. One has to be emotionally ready for anything. Lost my friend Allan last night after a long term battle. He fought the good fight. Sucks, so unfair. The most wonderful person. I was telling somebody that I laugh whenever I hear a person say they beat cancer. Well, knock on wood. After thirty eight years of back and forth with the big ugly c I know enough to know that you can hold it at bay and that is pretty much it. Hope for a truce. You never stop looking over your shoulder or I never have anyway. Cystoscopy tomorrow afternoon. Been hard to focus today for some reason. I feel pretty good, think everything will be fine.
I created the composite collage this afternoon and had to laugh when I was finished. The alligators and the clock made me wonder if I was subconsciously channeling Peter Pan. Onwards to tomorrowland! Not intentional...
Many people are praying for you, Robert.
Good thoughts to you, Fallbrook definitely needs your presence.
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