This weekend, Ruthie and I are loading up the RV and heading to southern Utah again. When I came here two and a half years ago, I was scared and completely new to prostate cancer. In fact, I learned about
what was next from the vets here more than from my doctors. It seemed like between each step on the learning process I would take time to reflect on my life. I thought I was dying from this stupid disease, but I wasn't. I chose to get out more and spend time doing things I loved with family and friends. For me that was a great choice and today I still feel the same way.
I write this with a story in mind. In the past week, I met an entertainer that was a member of quite a famous group dating back a few years. He is scared and worried that he is dying. Like you and me he has to learn to live with a cancer diagnosis. I hope he does, but for now the notion that he has cancer is much to bear for him. I do understand, but I feel like just shaking him and letting him know he is going to do just fine. He does have favorable numbers, so there is every reason to believe that he is going to be just fine. Just like the many I have greeted here when they showed up, he is in need of support. Just like I did. I am blabbing this out to let all those who are new to this know ~ it get's better. At least in the sense of dealing with it.
As I get ready to head out to Zion tomorrow, just like we did when I was diagnosed, we will be celebrating my second year in remission we passed this last week. I have advanced prostate cancer but it can just eat my shorts. I plan on having a great time and can't say enough how theraputic it is to keep on keepin' on.
If you are new to this, please, don't let it consume you. If you do, it will.
Peace to all, and have a great weekend!