Sunday I awoke to blue skies and heavy
wet snow covering everything in sight. There would be no possibility
for a trail run but I hoped that some adventurous runners would slap
on hiking boots and come to blaze the early “Winter Wonderland”.
At eight fifteen, I realized trail
blazing would be my domain and mine alone. The walk lasted about
forty five minutes covering a couple of miles, travel was difficult
with snow laden trees and Mountain Laurel blocking the way, however, it
was spectacular. Hand warmers inserted in my gloves kept any stinging away and I became quite fast at getting my right mitten off and back on when I needed to work the camera.
My brother and sister's visit was
canceled on Saturday but they decided come Sunday, I'm sure they
spent more time on the road then at the house but I was grateful they
make the trek. Mom and Dad also showed up for an even shorter visit
later in the afternoon. I only wish I felt better then I did as I was
having an “off day”. It probably would have been smart to excuse
myself for a quick twenty minute nap but I didn't want to do that
seeing how short the my time would be with them anyway. Never the less my spirits
were lifted and this will help me through the next round of chemo.
I need to keep telling myself that this
next treatment will be the halfway point and it will simply be a
“countdown” from there, easy to say. Countdowns are good,
tomorrow....79 bottles of beer on the wall.
Mike
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