So, there it is, just hanging out there. This kind of cancer gives you a year, if it's feeling generous. 3 Months if not. I think with my treatments and the complete resection of the tumor, I'm looking at a year.
So, what do you do with your last year? I intend to be on my bike every day this summer, heat or not. I intend on writing. I intend to be as present to Erin as I can be and not make our lives about cancer. The cancer will have its day; it can wait.
I intend to have this be a bridge to reach out to some of my estranged family members. I love and miss them so, and do not tell them that enough.
I think I want to do a last lecture. It'll be feeble compared to Pausch's, but I think I would like to do it. So many people have made me who I am. I need to acknowledge them and what they did for me.
So. I have some work cut out for me. And no procrastinating -- at all, anymore.
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