The above title is an extension of the boxing reference I made in the previous post. I'm going to ride this theme til we're well beyond the hokey stage. Because it's a KNOCKOUT!
I just wanted to let you know that I am all sorted out and ready for another week of chemo. I'm feeling strong, calm, and I'm thinking positive thoughts. I don't care too much that I have to hit the hospital. It'll work out. Feel free to visit. I'll even buy you some clear broth. All I gotta do is dial a few numbers, and voila. It's like the Ritz Carlton.
In other news: I have a CT scan tomorrow. I'll know the results by Wed, and I'll post them here. Cross your fingers, toes, legs, eyes.
We had a great snowy weekend in Mazama. I loved racing down the hills. Sitting by the fires. Drinking beer and feasting with friends.
You know, I really LOVE being alive. More than most people, I daresay. (them's fightin' words, I know... but hey, more boxing references were needed. I promise the theme ends after "this round"!) Even if I have to spend the night in the hospital getting chemo, at least I can be in charge of deciding if I'm going to be grouchy and angry, or if I'm going to make it a good day.
And that's true of every day, mine or yours, isn't it.