I was talking with a friend tonight about his prostate surgery and told me that he returned to work within 4 weeks of his surgery.  He reminded me of something that I should have said here some time ago...

Each of us is different.

This may seem patently obvious, but I felt compelled to say it, nonetheless.


I'm approaching and dealing with my cancer in my own way.  My decisions are my own.  You must make the choices that you feel are best for you.

This applies to every aspect of living.  Your decisions are your own.

This blog is meant to entertain.  To induce reflection.  To invite comment.  To spur action.  And, on occasion, to inform.  But, be your own advocate, your own researcher, your own dietitian, your own personal trainer.

Listen to that little voice inside you.  Especially when it is giving you sound advice :)


Before I go tonight, I want to reiterate something.  I am a very, very, lucky man.  I love life and hope to enjoy it for a long time to come. I've had a good couple of days of late.  I am learning to relish those good days when they present themselves...

Priority tonight is to get some rest.  I'm learning that good sleep is almost synonymous with good days...

Good night, all.

Hold the phone.  Sorry about that 'false close.'

I was actually sitting here, trying to access the important findings I had squirreled away in the recesses of my cranium. I was reading a message that I had exchanged with a former student - and cancer survivor - regarding the importance of a positive outlook.  These words reminded me what I wanted to share with you: "I know words can't describe what you're going through..."


That was the essence of my observation...

I'm learning that words are failing me in trying to explain my emotions and feelings regarding cancer. Specifically, when I left my doctor's office on Tuesday, I felt strangely adrenalized.  I've been trying to put my finger on exactly why.  I think it's because I had a clear idea of which direction I was going with respect to treatment.  That's the best I can do.  Sorry.  It is an odd sensation, though.  So much so, that I couldn't go to sleep; it was even rumored that I posted in the blog shortly after midnight :)

So, yes, Jimmy, words really can't describe it...

But!  I'll try it again tomorrow :)

No affirmation tonight, I'm afraid.  The past two nights my bed was empty until well past 11:30.  This nagging headache tells me it's time for sleep.

Good night.