I don’t think I’ve gone into much detail regarding this subject, but I know I have referenced it on a number of occasions.
I have two brothers, I love them both dearly. My brother in law Rich is also like a brother to me. However, there is another group of brothers that are becoming more and more important in my life. They are my Prostate Cancer ‘brothers’. They live in New York, Texas, New Zealand, Australia, England and more. There is one gentleman who lives in Colorado, he is a firefighter. I don’t know him real well, we are just getting acquainted. We spoke briefly at the conference in Los Angeles back in September.
After the golf tournament I sent him one of our caps. Below is the response I received:
Thanks again for the cap, Dave. I wore it the other day in the rain as my crew walk/ran for our PT. I like the kinship that my cancer has allowed me with the variety of other men/women facing these health challenges. You and many of our Brothers are very inspiring as they address their lives as dads, husbands, and vocationalists—all while under the load of a cancer diagnosis and/or management.
I hope you agree, enough said.
I had a lot of time over the weekend to think. To think about nothing, to think about life, family, prostate cancer, the usual. I spent the weekend away from Mary and Brad with my brother Doug, brother-in-law Rich, and a few other friends, as they deer hunted.
I don’t hunt, so I just hung out around the cabin, finished a book, chopped wood, watched a few movies and listened to them discuss “would of, could of, should of”. As I write this, it’s Sunday morning. No one has gotten the big buck yet.
I look out the windows across the back of the cabin, I view the beauty of north central
Next Sunday will mark thirty-three months. So much has changed, one thing remains constant; I have a terminal disease that may one day take my life. Even after this long, as I write these words, I am still stopped in my tracks. Again, the pause is brief, I go on, I must go on.
Today is one-one, one-one; November 11th. My grandmother would have been 102 today.
However, today my thoughts wander to one person in a big world, making a difference? I am just one person, in a big world, trying in little ways to make a difference. I suppose I am, I wish I could do more, that is not to say I am not proud of what has been accomplished to date.
Foods I love;
– Salmon, grilled on a cedar plank with a glaze made from olive oil, brown sugar, thyme and cayenne pepper.
– White chili – prefer chicken to turkey. The more spice, the better. Served with Mary’s corn bread.
– My smoothie – even after 500 of these, every Monday thru Friday for 33 months.
– Mary’s red sauce with roasted tomatoes and garlic on any pasta noodle.
– A crisp, fresh pear
I’m just sittin’ out here,
Watchin’ airplanes,
Wonderin’ which one,
You might be on?
So as you know, I’m not a big fan of the Fall season.
While I do like a few things about this time of year, the fact that nature is preparing for the on set of Winter does not do too much to brighten my spirits.
However, the other morning I found two reasons to issue an apology to Fall. The pictures are not high quality, as I took them with my cell phone camera.
The first are the last three roses of the season. Mary and I grow a pretty mean rose. Several of the plants have reached heights of eight feet, and these are not climbers. Three roses, each from a different plant, each a different color. There’s that number three again…..hmmm?
The second is a picture of our Indian Summer Maple tree. I missed it’s peak by a day or two but I hope you see the source of it’s name. It truly is at it’s best during Indian Summer.
Tick, tick, tick…..what’s that? The sound of my heart racing as I wait for my monthly test results!
Finishing up on my adventure through my iPod. If you don’t remember, or are new around here, back in September I started listening to my iPod in alphabetical order by song title. It’s been amazing and a fantastic way to shuffle through the entire 6 meg stuffed into my iPod Mini.
And they’re talking about their trucks
And if the Stars will beat the Ducks
And the band onstage that sucks
At the bar.
And this is how I’m gonna end it…
Just feeling a bit perky today, not sure why.
A few songs that reflect my current mood:
James Morrison – Wonderful World
O.A.R. – Wonderful Day
Sam Cooke – What A Wonderful World This Would Be
and of course the granddaddy of them all……
Louis Armstrong – Wonderful World
We have a busy weekend ahead of us before Monday’s monthly doctor appointment…..A chilly round of disc golf tomorrow morning, a trip to the vet, yard work, dinner with friends, the Chiefs vs. the Packers (Favre’s last trip to Arrowhead!)…..
I’ve been ever reluctant to predict test results, but I’m feeling good things for next week!!!
This is such a great song, the words to the chorus, though WAY off base are beautiful, as is the rest of the song.
From the chorus of James Morrison’s Wonderful World:
And I know that it’s a wonderful world
But I can’t feel it right now
Well I thought that I was doing well
But I just want to cry now
Well I know that it’s a wonderful world
From the sky down to the sea
But I can only see it when you’re here, here with me
I started this entry (from Boston) thinking it would be real easy to find the Broadway show or movie that this song came from….well I couldn’t!
What I did find out was more than I ever wanted to know about Harold Arlen. Not only did he write “I Love a Parade”, but also “Stormy Weather”, “Over the Rainbow” and many, many more. My suspicion was that it came from “Music Man” but I could find no evidence to support this idea.
Anyway, I’m in Boston for a conference and while I had hoped to spend the evening in some local restaurant or pub watching the Red Sox win the World Series, the Rockies did as well as my Cardinals did against the Sox in 2004. So now I might have an opportunity to witness the 2007 World Series Parade in downtown Boston…. depends on the start time and my schedule at the conference tomorrow…..
My next monthly doctor appointment is a week from today. I find myself very indifferent about next week. Perhaps because, once again, there is no change in how I feel. This is a good thing – certainly no complaints! So, I’ll have some ‘chowdah’ with an old friend tomorrow night and some local seafood and travel home on Wednesday night. Happy Halloween and a Blessed All Saints day as well!