I made it past 60, I mean I was 57 when I was diagnosed stage 4, you may have read I started this blog in October of 2012. It's been a "ride" like staying the full 8 seconds on a rodeo bull. Complete with clowns, not always on my side but they did add to the entertainment value. And the rodeo goes on, but it is not all about me. I appreciate the room to rant whether it made sense or not I needed to get that out I think you know my style is "stream of consciousness," in my case the conscious part is the important take a way here, since I'm lucky enough to have a coherent thought that doesn't fly away like a misguided Roman candle or a rogue missile with Slim Pickens waving his hat while riding bareback (he never saw the earth coming at him but he knew...) to his fate or destiny depending upon your perspective. Even at that it hard to say where it all leads and will it ultimately matter any more than that? Cue up galaxy swallowing black holes, think Roomba on gamma ray Hulk inducing steroids and you could speculate that universe threatening space pollution may have met it's match. In fact they might equal what we've come to know as disease gobbling white cells, in a macrocosmic scale. Do they really know who's body they live in anyway? Perspective, remember? The hard you look at it the fuzzier it gets.... nonetheless, back here on the local level, we still feel what affects us very keenly. But what exactly is that? Can we identify that stimulus? Could we stop it's effect if we knew what it was and is it always the same thing? Well maybe not, and there's the rub Rocky, we're in a stew of electromagnetic, chemical, subatomic, diffuse and diverse ingredients and they aren't all naturally occurring without external influence.... but I digress. Where am I in that...? Well, I'm surviving, in spite of the side effects which were not always (never tell me the odds) clear to me, and perhaps it is the strong effect of being totally naive about that which gave me the courage to keep going. Let me tell you though about the power of love, though I really couldn't quantify it, or even describe the actual function. I'd have to admit that there's no singular thing I could prescribe that would be the silver bullet, talisman, or potion that does the trick. It's all of it, in various proportions, on a per case basis, no sheet music boys and girls, the conductor is blind drunk and deaf as a doorknob, just pay attention to the harmonic ambiance and remember to have a good time... if you can... however you can.... because if you can't find the fun in it why are you here anyway? So... blind luck, https://youtu.be/g79ESMJXgrU
magic pacmen (and women), with bold determination, and unshakable love, mixed with our most scientifically plotted potions and voila! Life! And every. Single. Glorious. Day. Is a tremendous gift. For which all I can offer in return is my gratitude and appreciation of every moment as best I can with no guarantees.
Until next time....
