So as not to bury the lead, the headline is that I’m in. After two days of an ECHO test, an EKG, full-body CT scan, PET scan, a urine test, and blood tests that required 13 vials of blood, I was accepted for the clinical trials that I want at the National Cancer Center (NCI). Today,…
Livestrong
I am (kind of) an American Ninja Warrior
I am at the edge of the water by the Tarzan swing at Mount Midoriyama, and though I can almost make out the platform with the American Ninja Warrior winner button off in the distance, there’s only one path to get to there. It’s reasonably short, but if I falter, I’m out. I am on track…
Learn… Wait… Learn… Wait… Learn… Wait. (@#^*@*)
When I participated in a clinical trial the FIRST time I was diagnosed with cancer, it was so easy.
Chapter Two is not Over, and just got more Dramatic
Bad things come in threes, as you know, and when I came in from my run, there it was on my phone: 407-898-5452.
Bring Him Home
In 2001, as soon as I was well enough to stay vertical for long enough to drive somewhere after chemo, the first thing I’d see in my car was Lance Armstrong’s book, “It’s Not About the Bike.”
My Absolutely Definitively Very Last Ironman Distance Triathlon Report***
To quote a good friend describing a blessing that took an inordinately and impressively long time: Well, that was a lot.