Doesn’t actually seem too festive… I begin Radiation Therapy to impeach the Alien Trump on December 19th and actually have a treatment on Christmas Eve (actually Christmas Eve afternoon.) The treatments are fifteen minutes in length and spread over fifteen days (ending the 9th of January.)
If I’m honest; I’m scared shitless…
- What new side effects can I look forward to?
- What if it doesn’t work?
- Do I just wait to die?
- Are there any other options?
- I’m supposed to be dead already.
- I’ll see a couple more Christmas’s
- It can work – (the treatments).
- Every day is a new opportunity.
This disease has been a wakeup call. Countless poeple have come forward and let me know that I have made a difference in their lives and in the lives of the people that I worked with. You can’t imagine what that means. I gave my own Eulogy and got to know what people felt when they heard that I’d passed on to my next level of being. Most people go to their graves wondering. Sure, I will too – but without many miss-givings; about whether I succeeded or not. It turns out that I’ve been a teacher. I didn’t see that one coming…
I don’t know if I’ll be posting anything else this year – if not – enjoy your Holidays, count your Blessings, tell the ones you love how you feel, better yet – show them!
I’m spending a quiet Christmas with Mel and my son at the Mill House – hope to see some of my UK family before or after – Merry Christmas to all!
Thanks for taking the time to read this – love to all!