Last Monday I was told by my oncologist that my cancer counts doubled, again, since my visit three months prior.
Thursday I drove to Tampa to see an alternative oncologist to get a second opinion who suggested a completely different treatment path than my regular oncologist.
My head hurts.
Friday and Saturday I felt really unwell.
Sunday I spent 9 hours in the ER (with Tiff by my side) with difficulties breathing because of fluid retention in my chest.
Since the last time I wrote, I took a trip to Nashville, raised $34,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, went on a surf trip to Bali, signed a big real estate deal, traveled for wakeboarding, worked a ton, rode a lot, made new friends, lost a couple friends, finished my surfboard, went to Cali, rolled in the grass, bought a truck, and did a lot of thinking.
There have been numerous moments throughout the past three months, high and low, when I NEEDED to write and felt compelled to do so but never took the time to sit down and do it. I guess I was too busy living. There are so many stories, feelings, thoughts, and insight I want to share, and now that I’m taking the time to let it all out, I have nothing to say. Sometimes there’s so much to say, you end up saying nothing at all.
It’s been a rollercoaster, to say the least, but the highs are even higher when you’ve experience the lows. Over the next few weeks I am going to share my experiences with you in detailed fashion, but first I’ve got some business to take care of: There is just something about Spicer on the Fourth of July, and as long as 07/04 is on the calendar and there’s blood pumping through this American heart, I will be in Spicer, Minnesota for Independence Day. I am sorry for the pump fake, but I assure you there’s plenty of material to come, entertaining or not. In the meantime, say thank you to a serviceman, buckle up, and keep your arms, hands, and feet inside the vehicle at all times. This ride is far from over.
Skol on, skollercoaster…skol on.