4th. Group Email. Subject: 100 day check up.
my doc today to review my latest scans. Looks like I'm still
in solid remission. It was almost exactly a year ago that I
was getting bad news after bad news, today was nice for a change.
Actually, ever since the Bone Marrow Transplant things have
been going pretty well.
I went for a short run with Kuma (paw's healed), pumped some
iron with new found strength, ate a huge plate of fresh pasta
with mounds of garden tomatoes, and finally registered for school.
I celebrated by having what I missed most of all, all last year:
a normal day.
trying to figure out what the last year has done to my life.
If anything, I've decided to build real relaxation into my schedule.
Relaxation: something I used to view as optional now seems essential.
My goal is yoga twice a week and getting a professional massage
twice a month, as well as the usual biking, hiking, and eventually
skiing. You got to have goals. Suppose what I'm really after
is to avoid unnecessary stress. It really isn't worth it. Ask
me, I know.
good news from the salty city. See ya in the mountains..
are more like they are now than they ever were before."
Former U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower
28th. Passing Thoughts.
guess this is how long it takes for your life to return to normal
after a year of heinous tumors and the subsequent chemo bombardment.
Not bad...... in retrospect. As I look back at this website
I am completely amazed at how much I've forgotten already, how
much I'm already taking for granted, how much of the old routine
I've returned to. I feel like a better person than I was before,
but then there I go loosing my temper, or becoming impatience
like I never have before. (Do these emotions just feel more
intense now that I'm more aware of them?)
I secretly call myself the time bomb man because it seems as
though the scar tissue in my chest is just waiting for me to
do something unhealth to explode back into cancerous growth.
There are even times that I'm feeling rushed or unfocused in
my daily activities then suddenly I feel a twinge of electricity
flash from the old tumor site, as if to remind me "hey,
mellow out, man. Just enjoy life." Some people have little
devils or angels dropping hints in their ears, I just feel the
designing up a storm. I don't really like being busy anymore,
but being a designer will do it to you. It's like needing a
permanent "do not disturb" sign stapled to your forehead
and a "please pry me away from this computer" sign
on your back....
trying to find balance. Still trying to make each moment count.
Still trying to be a little selfish about my needs, like needing
to go back to the canyons of Southern Utah this weekend...