Today was my first day of radiation. It didn’t hurt, but it’s a weird procedure. You get naked, lay down like you’re going to get a massage, but they line you up with three dots they tattooed onto my hip area, and target the area where the tumor was with X-rays, plus I’m hooked up to the chemo pump 24/7. This is gong to suck. I just feel like watching tv and waiting for this to be over. 6 weeks of this. I couldn’t answer a call, an email, look at hospital bills, not a thing today. Have to get out and stay busy.
My cousin came to town last weekend and wore me out. We hiked four days in a row, and skied for the first time this season (which was awesome). My friends Derrick Ray and his wife, Janelle were in Sedona, so we had dinner down there one night and up here in Flag the next night with Chuck and my brother Mike. Derrick gets a bad wrap from his stint on DC7, but he’s a good dude. And Janelle is even better!
I have a friend named Mike Shuck who died of cancer a few years ago. I didn’t realize how bad his cancer was until he was dead. Never got to see him in person before he passed, although I did talk to him once by phone, and followed him on FB. Next thing I knew, he was gone. I went to his memorial. He had a lot of love and friends and family support. Somehow, I ended up with these buttons, these buttons with his face on them. Now, I find myself walking in his shoes. Someone made a bunch of pins for Ass Aid, and now I’m on this pin. It makes me think about my future. I don’t want to be that guy on the pin. The guy that’s no longer here. He had such promise. I don’t want to be that guy.
So here I am, doing whatever the doctors tell me. What choice do I have? If they told me to eat dehydrated tiger urine cause it cures cancer, I’d eat it everyday. I’ve got too many things to do. I can’t be the guy you all knew who’s only on a pin. This is going to suck. I can tell. But it has to be done.