P51 Mustang!

Yep. That what is was, a P51 Mustang, or maybe a F86, ore maybe the new B-58 Hustler.

It was Christmas eve, the magical night before. 

The older kids went to midnight mass with mom, we stayed home and if we were lucky we got to open one present, a little one, to help stave off the hunger.

Shake the present, enough noise and you knew it was a model airplane, take a couple of hours to assemble and then it would be night time and Christmas was just hours away.

Christmas is for the kids, my kids, now my grandkids, but that magical moment just before, I miss it. . .

Merry Christmas all

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Crap, I hate Technology 

Using science and electronics to screw up my life, stuff I can do without any help.

I am fighting off a cold, Started up Sunday morning with a runny nose, progressed to a sore throat with a dry cough by Monday noon. Left work early to self-medicate. 

So last night it’s off to bed early with a dose of Alka-Seltzer and NyQuil. Ah, the sleep with no dreams. 

Alarm goes off at 4:45 and I just lay there, So hard to get up for work. Almost nobody in the office. I lay there till 5:45 and it’s like, Crap I m going to be late if I don’t get a move on.

So I hit the head, quick shower and get dress. Running late, grab my phone and wonder why the backup alarms hadn’t gone off. 

Maybe it’s dead, power it up and nope not dead, just 4:05 in the morning.

Damn electronic alarm clock by the bed got set to Pacific Time zone.

I hate Technology, at least I won’t be late for work.

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Whoa, whoa, Mr Telephone. . . .

Three years!  World was turned upside down. Three years to the day tomorrow, Dr Evans had the results of the needle biopsy.

Cancer, the big C, the death sentence, the life changing event;  I was pragmatic about it, I mean what the hell what could I do.  I could fight Damnit!

I figured the Docs had my back I just needed to get on board with the program. Dr Evans referred me over to Texas Oncology where I teamed up with the good doctors Dr Derrick Nguyen,(Chemo),  and Dr. Ilahi,(Radiation).  These two set about to save my sorry carcass in spite of my self..

It’s been three years, My new radiation oncologist, Dr Lee informed me last week that by being in remission, symptom free for three years I have a 99% chance of not having Charlie return.

I think about the journey, and am humbled by those that stood by me and supported me in the fight.  Some may not have realized what they did, but I recognized support when I got it. The kind word, the fact you cared, it helped me fight the battles.

I was blessed with some true friends whose support was instrumental n helping me get through it, Ron, Brandon, Laynette, Josh, April, Marvin, Ron, Ben, Ms Dee next door and countless others. I survived and you helped heal me.

This Christmas is one not shadowed by fear and doubt, but one of thankfulness.  I have been given the greatest gift of all, health and good friends.

Merry Christmas to all, thanks again for all the support you provided and remember I now stand ready to fight the bastard charlie, wherever, and in whoever he appears.

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