What was old is new again. We have war in the Middle East, Trump is president, and The Boy is battling cancer…it seems like a GREAT time to dust this old dirty thing off and see if I can get it started and keep it running.
Everything, and I do mean everything, has been in a holding pattern for almost a year because of The Boy’s Ewing sarcoma recurrence. I’m sure some of you have followed what’s happening with him over on his Caring Bridge page.
Over there we keep it positive and mostly about his current treatment status. Back over here I can let it out, so maybe that’s why’s I’m dusting this outdated form of communication off.
Fuck Ewing sarcoma and fuck cancer. Typically when there is a recurrence of this cancer, it is deadly. Obviously this created a bunch of anger and fear in us, but clearly The Boy has a greater purpose than he knows, as he is once again kicking its ass. It’s infuriating as hell having this shit rob two+ years of our lives, especially for The Boy, taking around 10% of his life to fight. Ultimately it’s better than the alternative, but fuck that none the less. And now we’re nearing the end of this year long treatment, so it is time for me to start getting my ass back into to some semblance of shape and normality.
I’ve been at Mayo Clinic for the last three weeks with The Boy helping him through his radiation treatments. With his treatments only taking a couple hours out of the day, that’s left a lot of free time for us. I’ve been taking advantage of it, utilizing the meager exercise equipment here at the Hope Lodge to my advantage. I am hoping it will be a springboard for a lot more riding when I get home later today.
Not the most inspiring post, but now that I have a new editing app on my phone, I am hoping I can make this more of a regular thing.
If you see me out in the world, ask if I want to go for a ride. If I say I can’t, remind me that I need to.
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