7 Years Older Since Tuesday...

Despite not feeling in the greatest shape physically. I really feel like I'm having the time of my life. 

This stems from two things primarily:

One is I don't worry about anything; worry is entirely an unproductive and self-defeating phenomenon.

Secondly, I have a far greater appreciation for all the little things that I normally take for granted.

Guatemalan Worry Dolls

Both of these things actually take work, Neither is easy or natural. Worry is ingrained into our every fiber. Money, job security, the economy, the situation in Ukraine, the national debt, your kids, the price of tea in China, your family's health, the future. I get it, I don't envy you your worry or question it but the sooner you can move past it the Better Off You Will Be... Here are some tips

Appreciating the little things mainly requires you to be in the moment. This is universally one of the most difficult things for people to do, and it's getting harder with all our daily distractions. One thing I've noticed recently is the ability to be present is one of the most underappreciated aspects of a great friend. Put your phone down once in awhile and take a look around.

A lot of this positive approach really comes from your mind -so- it's a Mind over Mind more than a Mind over Body approach. Get yourself in a positive headspace.

For God's sake actually listen sometimes when people are talking to you. Engage in a conversation. Ask them about something that's interesting to them not only to you. 

What are you bingeing right now is a great opener that folks of all ages seem to enjoy talking about. Incidentally I hear Ted Lasso is pretty spectacular and very uplifting. I'm all in.

Feel like we all could use a bit more uplifting and a lot less downtrodding. (eh, I took a shot).

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Sorry I've been a little delayed in writing. I really shouldn't even be writing this. I received a second card from my 92-year-old Aunt Esther and this one had a check in it and I feel like everyday that I delay writing her back possibly brings me a day closer to a fiery hell which I am actively trying to avoid at this juncture.

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I'm going to combine chemo sessions four and five as I think that's probably how I'm going to remember them. Indistinctive. Sense of dread. Bordering on routine. Side effects worse than expected.

This High Appreciation Anti Worry (H.A.A.W.) mindset was particularly valuable in these two sessions which continued to be pretty tough. I feel 57 years old for the first time in my life and maybe a little bit older.
Session 5 I'm pretty sure I aged 7 years between Tuesday and Saturday. 

One amazing aspect of chemotherapy is it is truly a cumulative effect. With most treatment you expect to get used to it and it gets easier. With this, the drugs build in your system and the side effects persist or become more acute as time wears on. They warn you about this too right from the beginning but you're not really listening the first time you get warned about anything, are you?

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The lady across from me in Session 5 was born 6 days after I was in February 1966. I guess it caught my attention as most of the other people in chemo have a birthday in or around 1929. Your birthday kinda becomes part of your identity too because you have to state it like seriously six times throughout the chemo process so they can verify they're giving the medication to the right person - you ultimately feel like you're repeating it endlessly. 

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Fortunately, Chemo session 6 brought a little bit of blessed relief, as they dropped two drugs from the running regimen based on side effects. The one drug I wasn't happy to lose was Amend, appropriately named because it tends to straighten out the heavy nausea.

The other one eliminated from this session was the nefarious Oxaliplatin. This is a 30-year-old drug at the core of your treatment. It causes neuropathy in an amazing 100% of humans, along with heightened cold sensitivity as I've discussed before. Dr Jacobs admitted there are still unknowns about this drug but the side effects are undeniable. I told him I did not want to pause it if it's having a positive effect, but he said that it is common to drop it at points throughout the regimen. Apparently eight helpings of it over 12 sessions is about right i.e. tolerable for most people.

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So subsequently I drank cold beverages for the first time in weeks during the last 2 days and people -- it was glorious. Plus my hands felt kind of normal, not like I was Spider-Man wrestling with the Green Goblin.

I also hit a nice weight milestone. People universally (women even) tell me I look fabulous right now, so there's that.

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How to put this delicately, let's see. 

I spend an inordinate amount of time lately talking about my poop.

I'm sorry, BMs. That sounds better to people. It always reminds me of an orchestra when you talk about movements and boy howdy some days it is. But that's a story for another time.

When you have colon cancer, poop is a topic that comes up frequently; more than it is commonly comfortable to speak about in polite company.

It's literally the second question you're asked by three different people when you first arrive for therapy. Then every time they give you another medication they verify the bag. What is your full name? What is your birthdate? How is your poop? 

The bag by the way is exactly what you would expect: a scary ass yellow sack with a big chemo radioactive warning and a picture of what you would likely see at Three Mile Island or a similarly compromised nuclear facility.

I like the nurses and I truly adore Nurse Diane. Now I turn the table and the first thing when I see her I ask her about her poop. 

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I hate to beat the colonoscopy drum again but it feels like every third commercial on regular TV is for a local cancer hospital. The crowd at chemo this morning appeared to be twice the normal gathering.

Accordingly two friends were excited to tell me in detail about their colonoscopies this week. I did not expect to be that guy necessarily but I find I actually enjoy being a bellwether of great colonoscopy news. Seriously if you've been putting it off get one scheduled ASAP.

I don't want to say it's fun but it's really not bad -- you will be surprised at how not scary it is and how much relief you feel afterwards. The day before flush turns out to be surprisingly satisfying. During the actual procedure you'll also sleep for about an  hour and a half of total Bliss. It's one of the few times your mind is completely turned off and it's an intense experience. Then the feeling of getting something done that you were worried about and it wasn't that bad - priceless. 

Eliminating Worry (EW) - Priceless. (Teejus that's for you.).

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Knowing approximately how long you're going to live seems a lot preferable to, say, being unexpectedly imploded in a submarine the size of a closet on the bottom of the ocean. Utilizing the information correctly with a positive mindset and I feel like you can do a lot more things with that knowledge. Like make one more Indiana Jones movie.

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A few weeks ago a dear lady prayed for me in a cathedral in Italy. That is some powerful Interfaith Mojo people. I truly appreciate all the prayers and well wishes, in whatever faith and whatever congregation you worship. I guess that goes for Republicans too.

The actual cathedral in Italy

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A bunch of pals are going to the Orioles Yankees game on Sunday July 30th at Camden Yards which is about 2 hours from where I live. Friends are coming up from DC, and down from New York (by way of California!), New Jersey and Pennsylvania. I'm pretty psyched. Stop by and see us if you're down Maryland way.

Another kind of cathedral

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There are writers known the world over for just one book. But writing a whole book is an awful lot of work. How about being renowned for a single poem (you know the one about Trees)? 

Others are celebrated for a quote. Archimedes is remembered throughout posterity for just the cry of 'Eureka'.

But how about the guy famous for inventing the @ sign? Th@ guy was my hero.

Better yet I would have liked to have been the guy to invent the period. Then I could say, 
'Here, THIS is what I've done with my life'.   Period.

Yes Ma That IS the total extent of my accomplishments and yes I am proud of it. .

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And so friend I say to you:

I am not sad

I am not lost
I am not down

I am filled with joy
I have a purpose
I am lifted up by the love of my friends

my current location below

For my sister...I'll always miss you too.

This is the hardest letter I've ever had to write...

Nice to see you again. Thanks for coming back.

My 92-year-old Great Aunt Esther sent me a greeting card meticulously filled out on all three sides with impeccable handwriting and nary a single mistake or cross out. She began it saying this is the hardest letter I've ever had to write.

Now I ask you, how do you respond to something like that? Think about the weight of someone who's been around since 1931 telling you that writing about you having cancer is the hardest thing they've ever had to do. I still don't know how to respond. You honestly do not feel worthy of this level of kindness and compassion.

A former colleague told me this week that he's where he is because of me. How do you respond to that? How is anyone worthy of that kind of praise? 

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So third chemo kicked my ass. Not even going to lie.


Kicked. My. Ass.

Totally not complaining, just want anyone going through it or about to go through it to be prepared.

And I promise you I'm not a soapbox guy, but since there happens to be one here:

this would be an appropriate time to tell you to go get a colonoscopy if you've been putting it off. I was fearing the colonoscopy; the colonoscopy is nothing. You are worrying about something that can only benefit you so go now make an appointment now do it now.



(Dismounts from soapbox)

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There was a lot of negativity in the air this week already, and most of it was coming from Canada. If you're in any of the major cities on the East Coast, you experienced a blanket of hazy filth that covered the sky for two days (reminding me only of when I lived in Los Angeles from '92 to '99).

It felt like more people than normal were kinda down, including one of my closest friends, my best friend's ex-wife. 

Coupled with feeling like crap physically as I was, it was a special struggle to stay positive this week.

Here's how I did it.

It's because of you. 

Not even going to lie.

The things people have said to me over the last few months have been overwhelming, joyous, thoughtful, sarcastic, funny, sad, tragic, awesome, heartfelt, inspiring, motivational, that's a lot of freaking commas. And it doesn't even begin to capture the incredible warmth and humanity that can only be given to you by the people that care about you and who you care about.

I'd really like to share some of the amazing things people have said to me recently.

From my Aunt Shell on Long Island, who has literally checked in on me every single day with a positive message: 

May you also be blessed with an Aunt Shell.

From a longtime Philly friend:

From my boy in New Jersey, we've been through good times and bad:

From my college roommate's wife and my college roommate; I've come to love her as much as him it's funny how the world works:

From my arch nemesis in Seattle just kidding I love you man;

From my editor in Texas (yes, Moses, that Moses) when I first broke the news :

From a dear friend and colleague who got a new job and is leaving my company and I'm happy for her and sad all at the same time because I'm afraid I won't see her much:

From two different friends who I went out on the wrong foot with, don't talk with anymore, and still miss:

From the greatest sister in the world, who supports me unequivocally, who's been there for everything, who worries when I tell her I'm at the library at 3:00 in the afternoon:

And from my 84 year old friend (now that I'm likely to pre-decease him, the dynamics of our whole relationship have changed):

This is from a guy that mostly worries about stuff like the deficit and the situation in Ukraine and pretty likely even the price of tea in China:

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You should know that I definitely continue to piss off the people in the Neuropathy Department, as I scornfully dismissed this very real affliction and they continue to send me nasty reminders in the form of no feeling in my fingers, or shooting pins and needles, and sometimes both. Live and learn my friend; Do Not criticize the neuropathy.

I didn't used to be positive. My best friend's ex-wife tried to set me up with her cousin once who's a life coach. We talked a couple times, and then she decided not to go out with me because I was too negative. Too negative for a life coach, isn't that when you need a life coach? Or a girlfriend?

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So it's also really cool when the people around you are comfortable enough to joke about cancer with you. Ive found that most people respectfully ask me beforehand if it's okay to joke about it, and if you know me I'm all about that but thanks for asking.

When the air quality alert first hit on Wednesday, they were recommending that people wear masks outside and close their windows. I said to my coworker, oh my God I didn't realize that, I left my window open all night and it's open right now. 

She said yeah, I probably wouldn't worry about it.

When my two nieces got into my dealer demo this week, the youngest said Ada (that's what they call me, it's like a version of Dada but for an uncle I guess) it smells like cigarette smoke in here. And I said yeah I get it Lilly but you know I don't smoke cigarettes. 

My older niece the comedian pops in and says actually Ada, this is probably a great time for you to take up smoking. 

Coincidentally someone's converting a former 7-Eleven near their house into a vape shop called Smokers Destiny, so we had a good laugh about this being my smoker's destiny. If you're not from around here 7-Eleven has no shot, have you been to Wawa?

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And so friend I say to you:

I am not sad

I am not lost
I am not down

I am filled with joy
I have a purpose
I am lifted up by the love of my friends

my current location below

For my sister...I'll always miss you too.

You Gotta Make Adjustments...

So I was thinking of a way to compare the experience of first chemo against my encounter with second chemo.


If you're a baseball fan this analogy is likely familiar to you. The American League Rookie of the Year for 2022 was Seattle's Julio Rodriguez. He is a gifted centerfielder, has the so-called 'five tools', and is a matinee idol on the screen.

J-Rod

Last year he was everyone's darling and captured the Pacific Northwest with his fine play and magnetic persona. In his maiden campaign he had a sterling .853 OPS, which is a fancy statistic combining his on base and slugging percentages. 

Now obviously if you're a top Major League Baseball Prospect when you first come up to the 'Show', you can typically 'mash' a fastball. 

Then comes the hard part. 

The league learns something about you. Suddenly all you start seeing are breaking pitches and so-called 'filthy' sliders. They made a movie about this starring Justin Timberlake and Amy Adams called 'Trouble with the Curve'. Now Julio Rodriguez has an OPS under .700 as we near Memorial Day, and everyone is wondering what happened to the amazing player they saw last year.

Two folks on everyone's 'Hall Pass' list

That was my experience in the first two chemo sessions. Boy that first week I was Rookie of the Year I was mashing the fastball and I was on top of the world. Even in the off week, I really only had one bad day, and as noted in my first post some initial sensitivity to ice.

Then I went back for my second session two Tuesdays later, and they started feeding me the breaking ball.

Suddenly I was swinging at everything. I was woefully behind on the fastball and missing wildly. I'm talking about randomly vomiting, no feeling except tingling in your fingers, and an inability to drink a beverage containing any ice whatsoever without the sensation of swallowing razor blades. 

And as Julio Rodriguez and I are rapidly learning -- you gotta make adjustments.

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I'm no drinker, but I wouldn't be considered a lightweight either. That would be until last Sunday when I drank one single beer, and then explosively vomited 10 minutes after I left the establishment with my friends.

This morning, I took the nausea pill which they prescribe you that has been highly effective the two previous times I used it. Today I puked in the sink less than 3 minutes after taking the pill, so in this case I question its efficacy. Random vomit with no immediate onset of nausea -- something you got to make adjustments to.

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I'm not going to use this time or platform to advocate Medical Marijuana at the moment, perhaps we'll save that discussion for a future blog. I did get a greeting card this week from my 92-year-old great aunt expressing her concern and genuine caring, but she related marijuana use to hardcore drug addiction and I don't want to further upset my Aunt Esther.

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If you happened to read my previous entry, you may remember that I was quite casual when discussing neuropathy and perhaps may have even joked once or twice about this 'friendly' affliction. Clearly I pissed off someone in the Neuropathy Department, and would now be glad to tell you that this is no laughing matter.

Tingling in your fingers is a real thing, people. It's not painful but it is disconcerting. Of course I've not had the pleasure of having it in my toes -yet- but perhaps that too is something I will be able to elaborate on in the future.

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So I really want to keep everyone posted; but the last thing I ever want to be is a Debbie Downer. Please view this material as purely educational, and I want to stress to all my friends and everyone out there who may be experiencing this that you will get through even the worst of times.

Love the sound when she appears

But -- You gotta make adjustments.

Take advantage of every and any moment when you are feeling well. It's really important to live in the moment as much as you can, and have an equal appreciation for those times when you are feeling good. Do the things you like to do.

I am no longer in any kind of acquisition mode. I went through a period about a year ago when I was buying things on eBay and Amazon and getting a kick out of it.

Now all I'm really about are the experiences.

I had a chance to go to a ball game and sit in the Diamond Club with my 84-year-old friend on one of the finest afternoons God has ever delivered to the world. 

Mr Mo

I saw my niece, freshly home from her first year at college, and got to have a trendy dinner with her and my sister at a super cool place in Conshohocken (which if you're not from the area is a neat place to hang about 30 minutes outside of Philly).

Muy Bueno

My buddy drove up from DC and we met down in Delaware just on a whim. My best friend from college and his wife drove down from Princeton and we met up in Feasterville just on a whim and laughed and laughed.

A friend I love dearly in North Carolina got a shirt made up that said 'Banner Strong'. That's my last name by the way.

Love you too brother

These things mean more to me than anything I could ever own or wish to.

Every day you see the worst in other people, but now every day I also see the best in people and it in turn inspires me.

I know now that chemo is not going to be an easy road but I'm learning to hit the breaking ball.

You gotta make adjustments...

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And so friend I say to you:

I am not sad

I am not lost
I am not down

I am filled with joy
I have a purpose
I am lifted up by the love of my friends

my current location below

For my sister...I'll always miss you too.

How was first chemo?

That was a question I was asked, oh, more than a few times today.

Also, how are you staying so positive through this?  👀 ❔

Well, inquiring minds want to know, and I'm here to deliver the 411. But first a little background...

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I feel truly fortunate to have survived Covid-19. Anyone that had it, and then had it again like I did, and then maybe even again, can not and should not take this lightly. The first strain that came through was particularly rough.

To date, an astonishing 6,867,685 people have died worldwide.

Think about that. Don't take it for granted that you are still here. You have work to get done, people to make an impact on, and your script isn't hardly written yet.

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So, you couple Covid with the quadruple bypass heart surgery I had in 2011 and now you get to know a little more about my backstory. I suppose that maybe I gloss over the two stents and the IVF filter I had put in prior and the (fortunately) single heart attack I suffered in 2000. Life really kicks your ass sometimes. 

I will also not digress with the tragic details of my dad, crippled by MS for the better part of his and my life, and then fatally hit by a truck while out in his wheelchair on my birthday in 1999. That one, -sadly- dear reader, is a story for another time.

Hey I'm trying to be positive over here.

And I do apologize. My esteemed editor Moses' first comment was 'Jesus, man' in regard to the tone of this first section. I don't want to put off Moses (or Jesus!) or anyone. But I feel like it's important to tell the whole story even though I know a lot of this is sad....Like this next part. I know this is going to make my sister sad.

My sister's husband, who was truly a remarkable man and a friend to so many, chose not to tell the people around him about his critical illness in an effort to spare their pain.

I will never forget when friends and family gathered prior to his funeral to remember Jimmy, who I loved dearly, and how regretful many people felt that they didn't have the chance to tell him what a great man he was. Here was a man of self-sacrifice, of high integrity, a military veteran, a loyal and devoted father and husband and a pretty awesome brother-in-law.

While I aspire to be that kind of man, I never got on board with his Eagles. And I also wished he knew how much I cared for him as did so many of his friends and admirers. He was positive to the very end, but ultimately felt like it was better for people not to know.

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So probably that's why I want to tell you about first chemo. I told you I'd get back to it; unfortunately no one is still reading at this point. TS:DR too sad:didn't read.

I am who I am, which is why I will still wear my white Giants Starter jacket in Eagles territory. (My niece Mia remains relatively certain that this outerwear is one day going to get me shivved at some local Philadelphia restaurant.)

sorry not sorry Birds fans

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First chemo started at 8:15 this morning and I got out of there around 12:30. In most cases as in mine, the doctors and staff had done an excellent job preparing me for what was coming.

Even then as you can guess I was still pretty worried and 3 hours of sleep didn't help the deal. I thought I was being smart and made the mistake of testing out sleeping on my back last night in preparation for wearing the device that was required for 46 hours after chemo to complete the delivery of the medication. Quickly note that this particular medicine is called 5-FU which I feel like is the most encouraging and appropriate name the pharmaceuticals could come up with.

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Chemo is a fairly amazing and precise process, and the two caring RN's that led me through it were Diane, who I adore, and Susan who has the light Touch Of An Angel.

All in all they administer an incredible five or six infusions, including two separate anti-nausea drugs, one of which is the quote less powerful. If that weren't enough they also prescribe you with a take-home nausea medication which it's handy to pick up the day before.

I'm with you. Nothing sucks as much sometimes as being nauseous, so you feel good that they take this precaution seriously. As I write this 10 hours out, so far so good.

The stranger side effect, which the ladies laughingly note that every man must test the boundaries of, is a severely heightened sense of cold, particularly in your mouth, and they recommend that everything beverage-wise is henceforth enjoyed at room temperature.

If you know me, I'm a man who likes my ice. I once stopped eating at my favorite Mexican place because the waiter served me an iced tea without ice after 15 minutes of waiting and then belligerently claimed I had ordered it that way. No senor, you clearly have the wrong customer and the wrong table.

sadly I don't eat here anymore

I'm a man who also likes my soup. So it seemed like the way to go after chemo was a slice and a bowl of Italian Wedding soup. (For those of you outside the area, this is also commonly called escarole soup, it's pretty badass with these little noodles and mini meatballs and a tasty broth).

Unfortunately I didn't finish either the soup or the slice. Largely attributable to the 1st cup of Mountain Dew with ice that I eagerly dove into -- to my immediate detriment. Zero of 10 would not recommend.

Note to self:: Do the dew going forward at room temperature -you should be okay- that being said I know many people find Mountain Dew pretty detestable at any temperature.

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So the three major drugs come after the nausea drugs, your so-called 'cocktail', and they're pretty hardcore. The fourth one in sequence causes the temperature sensitivity and neuropathy. Sorry, I had to look it up too, but fortunately have not experienced it. The longer you take this particular drug the more acute it becomes apparently and I'm going to take their word for it based on my 'icy' experience.

The last drug is the aforementioned FU which you take home with you as it delivers itself over the next 46 hours. The one negative for me is this precludes a shower until they take the needle out. Everyone's encouraging me to come to work, but for this how will I smell? first cycle I'm going to sit on the sidelines and see what happens.

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My incredible Aunt, the once and future queen of loving emojis who I've referenced before, immediately sent me a $200 Grubhub gift certificate. I'm quite sure this is going to come in super handy provided I can feel my hands (neuropathy reference) I told you to look it up.

The compassion and love I'm feeling right now is beyond anything I have ever experienced. My friends and family have been so supportive in ways I could not even imagine. You don't feel worthy because you know you couldn't be this great if they were facing a similar situation. In a later post I really want to share some of the incredible things my friends have said but I still want to get their approval before I post anything personal that someone wrote to me.

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All in all a pretty OK day. It probably didn't hurt that the Texas infielder I picked up for my fantasy baseball team went three-for-four with a homer.

So I know everyone has a lot of questions and I hope this answered some of them. Feel free to jump in if there's anything you want to know.

I'd like to be here for you
as much as you've been here for me.

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And so friend I say to you:

I am not sad

I am not lost
I am not down

I am filled with joy
I have a purpose
I am lifted up by the love of my friends

my current location below

a bout me

For my sister...I'll always miss you too.

Meant To Be

I really think the expression I've heard most in the last 10 years is IT IS WHAT IT IS.

It Is What It Is.

It's Meant To Be.

Meh it is what it is what are you going to do about it?

I believe it too. It's an easy explanation that works for just about everything.

No.

This is wrong.

Ultimately, it's what comes next that's important.

The older you get and the longer you go you truly understand that it's more about perspective.

It is what it is, Jack. Now what are you gonna do about it?

The critical juncture is when you move from:

Meant to be 

-to- 

Moment to Be

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It is what it is 

-to-
 

It Is What I Say It Is

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Life is filled with questions.

In your twenties it's how can I make a name for myself how can I meet someone

How can I start a family maybe

In your thirties it's I'm not a kid anymore I need to take this more seriously

40s are the first time you cross the threshold

Am I on track? Have I accomplished my goals? Is this all there is?

But 50 is when you start asking yourself the big questions.

Why am I here? What is my true purpose?

And then all of that changes when you're faced with a terminal illness.

The news is blue (the news is blue)
Has its own way to get to you (ooh)
What can I do (what can I do?)
I'll not remember my time with you

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Everyone is looking to your reaction, Everyone wants to see how you process things.

So Maybe That's Why I Was Put On This Earth In The First Place

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This is why I choose to be positive.

Choose to be positive.

Make no mistake positivity is a choice, it's work, it doesn't come easy.

You know it don't come easy.

But what do people today, more than ever, want and need? 

Especially from you, as you face the toughest challenge in your life?

They want POSITIVITY

You need it too. It's for them.

And it's for you.

Everyone thinks the time they live in is the worst they've ever seen, and for those of us who've been through Covid and maybe 9/11 we might be right.

It is what it is

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And so friend I say to you:

I am not sad

I am not lost
I am not down

I am filled with joy
I have a purpose
I am lifted up by the love of my friends

Jenny was sweet
She always smiled for the people she'd meet
On trouble and strife
She had another way of looking at life

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Chemotherapy is man-made;  As is its only known antidote.

The love of your friends, the support of your family, the bond with your aunt, the selfless sacrifice of your sister, hearing from someone you haven't heard from in a long time, the cascade of little things that suddenly mean everything.

**These are also things (hopefully) that don't cause diarrhea, hair loss, and neuropathy.

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When you start to look at things more positively, you also notice that you get invited to a lot more events.

My second cousin's best friend's ex-girlfriend is having a poker game Saturday night what do you think?

-Everyone really wants to see you you should go.

Doing alright
A little jiving on a Saturday night
And come what may
Gonna dance the day away

Pick up your feet
Just take your place in the driver's seat

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Chemotherapy training is Tuesday at 3:00.

I already feel like maybe I learned a few things.

my current location below

a bout me

For my sister...I'll always miss you too.