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On 11 July, buried in the 'Cancer Engine' post I said:
I think that pretty well does it for the Cancer Song. Come my next birthday mebbe I'll give you an up-date... if anyone even bothers to ask. But the odds are we will all be up to our arm-pits in various projects. PAST history about a SUCCESSFUL project is really kinda boring. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Because this Group is about Homebuilt Airplanes. Then one of you guys wandered into the hangar and said; 'Yeah... but that's a part of it too." Not maudlin curiosity but sincere interest. After all, it's the one Flight we're all scheduled to fly yet one we tend to ignore, hoping for a cancellation. By the time I was on my second cuppa coffee several of you had checked in with similar requests. And then someone asked: "Should you be drinking that stuff?" My bark of laughter brought my wife on the run and that made it even funnier. Here I am with the ticket in my hand and someone's worried that a second cup of coffee might be BAD for me? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So... okay. The reality is Big C in the form of multiple myeloma. It's a card on the table and ignoring it ain't gonna make it go away. So let me give you a whiff of this particular Reality. The button was missing from the right cuff of my shirt. I don't know if there's a Book of Rules for getting through this sort of thing but my first hack at it is Business As Usual. You can take that as meaning no lolly-gagging in a bathrobe. Get dressed, have breakfast and get to work. I can't stand up for very long but there's plenty of chores I can do sitting down, so off we go. Except the button was MISSING from that damned shirt! Good, sturdy khaki shirt. Goes with the levis and the boots. And that meant the REALITY of having cancer was to dig into the cup of found shirt- buttons, go over to the dresser and get my sewing kit, then wander into the kitchen and sew on the button while June scrambled us some eggs as we chatted about this & that. Properly buttoned, the sewing kit had to be returned to it's accustomed place and that meant hiking across the house using a cane. With the kit properly stowed the computer presented itself for attention with about two dozen messages, most asking for help with a sick VW, plus a growing list of airplane people taking the time to say they thought the Big C should NOT be ignored. So it won't be. But I've got a hunch the Reality of my particular brand of cancer is going to be more about buttons and breakfast -- about continuing to do what I can -- than some sort of Medicine Show. Fer instance... leaving a mess for someone else to clean-up isn't my idea of how things should be done. If you feel the same then it means we've already found some common ground; the Big C will have to fend for itself. -R.S.Hoover |
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