a start can lead to a finish, so here goes:
It's been a long time since I have really
been here, with you, at Billy's forum and
I am sure your lives have been as filled as
much as mine, with things both profound
and mundane. Life really does go on but
we know that a part of life is death. We
only have to take a step back from now
to realize that in George's leaving us and
only a step before that, to understand
his loss in his wife's passing. She was
a part of him and he was/is a part of us.
Since 2008, my life has been animated
by changes in the world that influence
my work and this has crept into my life
and not all for the better. I can't go into
all of it but I can say to you that nothing
is the same for any person, in any country.
We live in a disposable world and that is
plainly seen all around us.
Raising children in this world is more than
challenging for all parents and with the
pressures of work making for longer and
longer hours and my awareness of the need
for my presence requiring the same, which
I did not falter on and defended; I burned
the candle at both ends. This lent itself
to other things but over the past year,
when my wife's father died, the change
that added to her already very complex
life (at our age), a last straw fell upon
her and our lives as result. Our family
system fell into a quicksand and one
that I am still trying to extricate
We're still in this battling but enter, a
year and a half ago, when I was trying
to order my life changing things and one
of them: reading "Wheatbellies" by Dr.
William Davis, I realized things that were
influencing my body. I urge all of you
to read that most important work.
Anyway, through key examinations, it
was found that I had developed a tumor
on my hip that I have to this day but
has now become so that I can no longer
function normally and this has been for
some time. I have tried many things
and seen many doctors. Their wonder
of it did nothing to steady me. The
growth has been equally steady and
time: not on my side.
Recently, I saw a surgeon, who, while
he could not identify the tumor (like the
rest of the doctors) said that it was at
a point where there was only one choice.
We cannot biopsy for the risk of spreading
a potential malignancy - that we had (have)
to take it out and have pathology done
afterwards, which would be the longest
4-days of my life, though I can think of
a similar period of wait, as my son's birth-
parents decided to give or not give my
miracle-son to me and so, I come to the
end of the first part of my story:
I am to be cleared for major surgery 8
October, 2013 for the procedure on 11
October and all with the purpose of
removing a mass invading my right hip,
which prevents me from sitting, sleeping,
walking and playing the kit, among other
things. Afterwards, in the 4-days, we
will know what this mass is and whether
it's Mars - the destroyer or a temporary
reminder of how mortality is actually
spelled. I believe there is purpose in
all things and this will be no different.
The question is whether I will live to
tell the story.
I will follow up with this lead-in to one
of the most important events for me
and my life - the (again) meeting of my
most wonderful mentor - Boomer and
the bonus of the Spectrum 40 Band.
More to come...