I was at the cardiologist this week and the nurse was reviewing my cancer treatment and all she said was "Wow hardcore" Ever had one of those moments when you realize this is worse than you think or planned. I had that moment.
But later that day I got an email from a friend and he reminded me that the work I had done with him was great training for what I am dealing, with and I think he was right.
A million years ago I ran the door at a night club, for over 10 years. For me it was about respect, you couldn't buy your way in. Respect me, Respect the space, and mostly Respect the other people around you.
I the real world what we want or ask for isn't what you always get, some people never learn respect. We all know that asshole; who thinks he/she doesn't need play by the rule and doesn't respect anyone and sometimes not even themselves.
So I have decided my body is like the night club I will deal with it; with respect and love and need to be better. And the cancer is that asshole I need to kick out of the club. Surgery bounced it out. Now I have to run around the club to make sure he/it doesn't seek back in. We all know they will try, sometimes even threw the window.
I WILL FIGHT FOR ME
