I went for a run last night and it was really good. I felt slower, probably from the stress, lack of sleep, and constant focus on "my boy". All that said, it was EXTREMELY positive to be out, running. I did an easy 5K, and didn't push it hard at all, but was surprised, at the end, how I had managed to run most of the time without thinking about cancer.
Since I got the diagnosis, it's been pretty much a part of every waking moment. "Guy with cancer, going out the door to work." "I think I'll brush my teeth...with cancer." "I guess I'll take my cancer to the fridge and grab a bite to eat."
It was nice to be out, running along and just thinking about running. I think I need to do it more...
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May God Bless you and your family through this tough time.
I just found your blog today. Please know you have an additional person praying for you!
Greetings Dude! FYI you are added to some pretty good prayer lists here in the KoP area! (and that Buffalo wings have restorative powers.) With faith, there is no fear. One day at a time, and some days: one minute at a time. A nurse's advice: frozen peas in a bag as an icepack! Sorry I can't be there. I'll bring you huckleberry jam.
.....future ass-kicker of cancer going out the door...future victorious warrior against cancer brushing his teeth...taking his soon-to-be defeated and humiliated foe to the fridge...
Thank you, my friends and visitors. Know that your thoughts and prayers, and alterations of perspective are GREATLY appreciated.
Frozen peas, faith and a heaping portion of Buffalo Wings, all on the advice of a nurse...what could be better?
Thanks for the perspective, as always, Lt. Dan. You're a good man.
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