I’m beginning to wonder if I have enough warm weather shots to get us through this cold snap. Well only time will tell. I’m more concerned about a friend who has landed in the hospital tonight with a bad infection. My brothers are too young to be landing in the hospital. This is the second one this year and that is two to many. Of course I have no blood brothers. But these guys are closer than blood and I’m worried about the challenges they have faced this past year.
Bring on summer.
Photo by Mike Hartley
Actually I have another brother in the hospital this evening but he is waiting for a wonderful event, the birth of his first grandchild. So while there is joy, there is also great concern. And here they are worried about me because I have no voice from coughing. They told me to get to the doctor and I will if I’m not on a continued course of improvement early next week.
I guess it’s a sign of the age we’re getting to be. We all work ourselves way to hard and always have from a very young age. And while that has been very good for all of us and a great source of pride, it’s also something we have to reconsider as we hit the 60 mark or close to it. I sit here looking out my basement window looking at a very bright moon thinking about the many times we have had and hoping we get to enjoy many more days of laughter and brotherhood. But if I’m realistic, I have to think those days will be harder to come by if we don’t make a few changes.
Having had cancer twice I’ve been reminded that I’m not invincible. But as time passes as a survivor, I fall back into the trap of normal daily life and work and chores and the task of what I thought life was about. Well I have to stop slipping and have that appreciation, respect and love for the future and the only way that will happen is if we take care of ourselves. Even then it’s not promised, but at least we can do our best to make them plentiful.
So in that vein if I’m no better by Monday or Tuesday I will report to the doctor to see what I have that I’m having trouble kicking. For the last place I hope to end up again is the hospital. And while I’m at it I wish you all good health and happiness. It’s all life is about. Not the friggen job, not the pay, not the pride and achievements or positions we rise to. But love and time together sharing good will and laughter.
