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MilesLong66's blog post - Living
| Thursday, March 5, 2020, 9:35:31 PM |
There is nothing like a brush with death to make you realize how much you enjoy living. When I was younger, I thought that I was immortal and took a lot stupid chances. The kinds of situations where you know that one of the possible outcomes could leave you as an unidentifiable corpse. There have been more than a few times where I could have been killed, but wasn’t and walked, or crawled, away with only a few scars or broken bones. The possibility of dying while being stupid never even entered into the equation. It wasn’t until I lost my dad that I finally figured out that I wasn’t immortal. A few days after Christmas, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. I am a year younger than my dad was, when he was diagnosed. Colon cancer has been prevalent in my family, hanving taken my dad, two of his sisters and older brother my grandmother, cousins and my mother, I knew that it would, probably, eventually knock on my door, too. Since my dad, I have watched as cancer took other family members and several close friends. Watching, knowing what is coming and that I could do nothing to stop it scared the living shit out of me and I would withdraw, unable to function. My own diagnosis has xxxxxxxxxx me to face it. In a way, it was a relief, because there is reason to be afraid of it anymore. I may not be immortal, but I can beat this shit. It might still get me, in the end, but I’m not going down without a fight. Since the first of 2020, I have had surgery to remove about a foot of my colon, lost enough blood to cause a heart attack, which requiried having a couple of stents installed, and am now enduring chemotherapy. Make no mistake, this is an endurance test to see if I am strong enough survive the cancer and the treatment, before the chemicals or the disease gets me. I feel better than I have in a long time. I guess you could say that my game is going into extra innings, but, there is still too much baseball yet to be played before even thinking about taking my bat and going home. My beat up body |
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