July 8, 2008

I have promised myself not to dwell on the past, especially all the difficult or bad things that happened last year. Usually I am so busy enjoying my life now that I rarely even take the time to write here anymore. Sometimes it feels silly to broadcast my comings and goings, especially as my weekdays have become dominated by work while my weekends consist of the commuting flow to and from Asheville.

I don't ever forget all of the love and support I received during difficult circumstances. So let me take this opportunity to thank my partner for helping me through the roughest day last yr which was July 8th, 2008. I had finished my 7 days of continuous chemo in June only to develop one infection and then another. My fever hit 104.2F as I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I felt horrible that night and begged Holly to stay with me in the hospital that night. I truly felt it could be my last day as awful as I felt. I barely had a cough or shortness of breath but my body hurt and wrenched from the high fever and chills. But my doctors found a good combination of antibiotics and anti-fungal medicines which cured everything.

And the most amazing thing is that today, a year later, I am cured, feeling wonderful. I did a 4 mile run this morning, enjoying the gorgeous roses blooming all over Hillsborough, followed by push ups, sit ups, and stretches. Before work, I sipped coffee with chocolate sauce and whipped cream (I call that my dessert cup) while I watched the birds at the feeders outside my bedroom window. If you need more than that to be happy, you've never faced serious illness or death. Several times a week I give thanks for all I have, grateful to be here now. Just call me lucky...