A Good Day

I appear to be in that time of life when medicine is now the rule. In the last five years, I’ve had an aneurysm repaired, my back adjusted, skin growths removed, and my head scanned. And that doesn’t count bouts with Covid and sinus infections. Yesterday, they took a picture of my prostate. Who knows what they’ll see. The last one in March, a casual look, during scans to check my stents, was normal. So, anything there hasn’t been there long. Of course, the unknown is always imagined as the worst, but we’ll see.

Yesterday, in an effort to pick myself up, I remembered that the last five years also coincide with the five years since my wife’s death so I’ve got grief mixed up in all of this. I don’t suppose that helps anything. My immune system must be wondering what the heck is going on, although during this same period I’ve also done a few mammoth, memorable hikes, played some of the best golf of my career, and made music in public to modest approbation. So, it’s not all bad news, in fact it's probably only hard news. Which is really what life is all about, ups and downs.

Plus, while any burden might feel mine alone, I have friends and family and I tend to talk about what’s troubling me by writing it down and putting it out there. So, I get advice and counseling and offers of help. I feel sort of like those kids you see at concerts getting passed along the top of the crowd. Helping hands, keeping me afloat. And sometimes, how I handle things helps other people handle things, and that feels good. So, thanks for listening, and being there for me, and now lets go have a good day.