In the last 6 months I have been away. Away from My family, close friends, and the life I have chiseled out for myself sense my cancer recovery started. I have traveled all around the USA... Pushed myself to my limits. I met new people and made new friends. I helped create a fictional world that will forever have my name on it. (for good or bad we will see). I worked my fingers to the frozen bone. I have given my blood to accomplish my goals. The connections I have made will last for a life time. Have I done things I am not proud of... yes but I own my mistakes and fix the ones I can. (What happened in New England, well, stays in New England.) I am not a perfect person, I have never tried to be.
Live sucks... but living is great. It was not until the last week of my trip I learned what living was. You see, that last week... Changed my life. I found it in a river in the middle of North Carolina. (no I was not yelling 'MOO COW' very few of you will get that reference. Though I really think I found that 'one thing.') Family is not always blood... nor is it always friends. Family can be a bunch of strangers coming together in one common goal... as long as the people around you have an impact on your life... you are family. Connection is the meaning of life. Cancer can be what 'family blood' really stands for... But that river... I want to go back.