Just a story.
I flew to Alaska with my parents in 1971. From that day forward I wanted to be an airline pilot. That was my goal in life until my first boy/girl make out party at age 13. You can picture it all right. The music is on, the lights go out, I move in for my first kiss, and then it happened... somebody turned on a strobe light and I stopped, dropped, and flopped. As it turns out, I had epilepsy. I outgrew it but I can never be a pilot. Things change. I also went many years after before I got that first kiss.
Why am I saying all this? IDK... I guess because it is funny and a little lightness was suggested in another post. Also, because it is true. We spend our lifebputting our eggs into a basket and then the rug gets jerked out Freon under us. It happens. Eggs all over the floor.... very messy stuff. Our plans don’t really matter. Life has other plans. We can only play the hand we are dealt to the best of our abilities. We get our panties in a bunch over the most trivial things. The truth is, none of it matters. Any allusion of greatness we possess will vanish when we are dust. All we need is love. It is all that matters. Everything else we be forgotten.
DX 2006 age 42 PSA 3216 stage 4 Gleason (3+4=7 ) Lung, Bone, and Lymph metastasis
A.D.T. 5-1/2 years. Provenge, Zytiga, D.E.S.
Latest Bone scan, C.T. scan, and chest X-ray clear. Current P.S.A. <0.05
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