I have reached the age that getting together with all of your old friends isn't always for the best reason. Class reunions don't happen in January, nobody is getting married for the 2nd or third time, so…today we will all be together and help a friend bury another friend, his high school sweetheart, mother of his children, and wife of 20+ years. It was a sudden infection that lead to cardiac failure. Just yesterday another classmate buried her husband. Due to brain cancer he was given 6 months to live…in 1999. He kicked cancers ass for 14 years.
The point I am trying to get at is not all teary eyed and weepy. I have a treatable, manageable condition. When my time is all cashed in, I will not have been a willing participant in it. For 27 years I have lived in denial, defiance, and at best I've celebrated mediocrity as a destination rather than a stepping stone. Well, I am taking what I have and putting it in a Stranglehold. When it's all over it will be out of left field, or an overdose of adrenaline, just not from this. For me, from now on, excuses are for people that wish to remain victims. I don't know if I'm running from something or to something, either way, I'm outrunning this. To my friend, put your gym shoes on, you're coming along. Anybody else?
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