Last year, about a month before the diagnosis, I was in vegas and got so sick. Fever, chills, fatigue. As I might have mentioned before, I had a super strong almost vision that I was dying. It was a powerful and scary feeling. Suffice it to say, at that moment I knew something was wrong.
Fast forward 15 months. After lots of chemo, hospital visits, etc, etc, I made it back to vegas this weekend. Felt great, had a good time. Watched a lot of college football, lost most of my bets (Which I attribute to wearing of my vikings visor), and pondered how far I've come. Whats funny, is I went with Matt Arms and both nights there we didn't even make it to 10 pm. Way to enjoy the vegas life, old timers. Still a good trip.
Now home and in the final home stretch to the wedding. I downloaded the blogger app to my phone so updating as I walk Gracie.