I know it might sound like I’m taking that all too lightly, but I’m not. It’s my way of embracing that reality with a positive angle. It’s a situation I cannot control, if not for the way I’ll follow the strict regimental rules I still have to follow for a while. I know you are concerned for me, and that’s also my way of honoring our connection to tell you that I’m determinedly engaged in the seriousness of my condition. I’m also aware that some of your loved ones went through the same or a similar path to what I am presently journeying into, with fewer positive outcomes. We are in it together, my precious friends. It’s a personal fight we are all collectively involved as one. Humor is a great medicine, I needed some as I’m writing to you today. Thank you for your benevolence and kindness, it means the world to me!!!

I’m going to bed, it’s a little past 9 pm. I wish I still had that freaking BEEEEEEP machine strapped on me, so the specialist could say after looking at the collected data: “I knew nobody goes to bed after 10 pm following that type of surgery.” Touché… at least for tonight 😉