If I live 25 more years, then I have 9,131 more wake up calls before the Good Lord or someone else takes my body; if the years remaining are only 20, then my wake up calls reduce to 7,303; and if, for some reason my Maker or someone else decides that society only needs me for another 10, then my wake up considerably reduce to 3,652; however, I am not going to spend any of my morning marking any days off a calendar... this is not the way this life was meant to be lived... at least, not from my current perspective...
In my early years, I lived fast and loose, taking chances and risks that only not so smart idiots would take and for some reason survived them all... but, learned no lessons... after marriage and during middle age, I matured into the kind of person who made the kinds of decisions that always put work first instead of my family or any of my spiritual beliefs that I seemed to be leaving behind. These years were tumultuous to say the least and again... no lessons learned...
A funny thing happened to me along the age road and it smacked me hard in the face when I turned 60... my healthy body that I had been treating perfectly with proper diets, no alcohol, no smoking, and exercise decided that it wanted to give into CANCER and to pour salt into the wound decided that it was necessary to have a severe heart attack. Instead of killing me, my damn healthy body survived and decided that it was going to keep me above ground for a few more years...
This may be nothing new to those of you who like to read what I have to say, but what was new that was learned was my new perspective on life... It seems that my entire life was spent trying to take my body in one direction, when my body fought me taking me into another direction... that is to say, how I ended up and doing what I was doing at age 60 was NEVER PART of any of my PLANS of Action... hard to believe but true...
My mind took me down one dirt road when my body took me down another. I started out in light manufacturing, went into the arts, and then continuing education, took a detour into manufacturing again, catapulted into administration, and ended my career teaching... which was not ever the last choice on my list, in fact, none of my jobs were jobs that I really wanted to do at all... they all just sort of fell into my lap one day and there I was...
My heart's desire was threefold: a modern dancer and/or a fine arts artist and if those did not work out, then an Architect.
Ain't it funny how life works out... or maybe not funny at all, since I spent 42 years never doing anything that I really wanted to do...
After 12 years and into my 13th of cancer treatments... I have had almost everything offered:
- Surgery
- Radiation
- Chemotherapy
- Immunotherapy
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