I feel like George Armstrong Custer when he realized he was severely outnumbered. He screwed up IMO in his battleplan, but now it was too late for that. He had to try to head for the high ground and organize his troops is some sort of formation on the hills as they were being surrounded by thousands of Sioux and Cheyannes.
Sorry for the analogy, but I'm making my last stand against cancer and it's going to get me. I know I've posted on different parts of hornfans board about my illness over the last few years so I won't bore you with all the details. Suffice it to say that I was a healthy 35 yo anesthesiologist in 1993 at the age of 35 when I had a seizure, and the docs found a malignant brain tumor. 3 operations later, radiation, 2 rounds of chemo, and I'm still alive. I was getting along pretty well with a cane and even made it to the Rose Bowl-NC game. Last week, however, my left leg became markedly weaker, and the MRI showed tumor growth.
Now I have hired someone to be around me when my wife is at work so I won't fall over. So I guess I do feel like Custer up on that hill knowing that I don't have much time left.
I'm not old (53) and I've had a lot of time to think about this and get things in order. My 2 oldest kids (daughters 20 & 19) are away in college and my wife has a good job that keeps her busy. I don't worry about those 3, but I have a 13 yo son at home who is very close to me, and I don't want him to see me go down like this. My wife & I have both talked to him, and he understands, but this will be hard.
I don't want pity, but I needed to vent. Thanks. Time to lock & load. I ain't goin' down easy.
Sorry for the analogy, but I'm making my last stand against cancer and it's going to get me. I know I've posted on different parts of hornfans board about my illness over the last few years so I won't bore you with all the details. Suffice it to say that I was a healthy 35 yo anesthesiologist in 1993 at the age of 35 when I had a seizure, and the docs found a malignant brain tumor. 3 operations later, radiation, 2 rounds of chemo, and I'm still alive. I was getting along pretty well with a cane and even made it to the Rose Bowl-NC game. Last week, however, my left leg became markedly weaker, and the MRI showed tumor growth.
Now I have hired someone to be around me when my wife is at work so I won't fall over. So I guess I do feel like Custer up on that hill knowing that I don't have much time left.
I'm not old (53) and I've had a lot of time to think about this and get things in order. My 2 oldest kids (daughters 20 & 19) are away in college and my wife has a good job that keeps her busy. I don't worry about those 3, but I have a 13 yo son at home who is very close to me, and I don't want him to see me go down like this. My wife & I have both talked to him, and he understands, but this will be hard.
I don't want pity, but I needed to vent. Thanks. Time to lock & load. I ain't goin' down easy.