Well, well, well. Happy holidays and happy new year. New Years Eve of all holidays is probably my least favorite. I mean, I'll take a celebratory Arbor Day over New Years Eve any time. New Years Day? It's ok I guess, because of football. But that's not even the same this year. So we'll be low keying it. Really I'm just glad that 2020 is fricking over. This year has been one huge piece of do do. Myeloma-wise I'm fine and dandy. Feeling good. Mentally, I'm good. But I will say that as I rapidly approach 10 years since diagnosis, my general approach to everything has morphed drastically. Having said that, I'll do what I need to do to keep this good run going. But, meh, is it normal for a nearly 60 year old to be having an existential crisis? And what really matters to me?
May 2 is that ten year anniversary. I'm figuring out how to do a virtual fundraiser for Berenson's non-profit research arm, The Institute of Myeloma and Bone Cancer Research, IMBCR. I'm almost there with setting it up.
Um, I really don't like writing about or thinking about myeloma. As I said, I'm doing well, but survivors/doing well guilt is pretty intense.
I continue to have increasing incidents of what you might call spiritual how do you do's. Definitely gets me thinking. I'm not going to start preaching or anything like that, but it's likely I'll be more thoughtful and deliberate about my actions. Put aside the previous paragraph for a moment and I'll say it's fairly miraculous that I'm still alive and kicking and I'm not going to ignore that fact, and I should maximize the gift (good luck) that I've been handed.
And that's all I got. Oh..this past summer I debated abandoning the Vikings. I couldn't do it. But I no longer sweat each game, instead I embrace the interconnectedness of my life with the team. We are one. One are we.
Well, hope you all are well as can be. I appreciate you all tremendously. Hugs and love.