Acceptance

It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.
~Walt Disney

After a year of continuously falling out finally, finally, finally my hair is growing back in. I’ve been overdosing on protein shakes and zinc for the past two months and now I have about an inch of new spiked hair all over my head. See the picture to the right? Well the spikes are mixed in with that ‘do’. It’s oh so chic.

So, I thought it was time to see my hairstylist and as I picked up the phone to make an appointment it occurred to me that I had a more important call to make. I had to make an appointment for an MRI. After all it took two days to get the damn pre-authorization.

Getting my hair done sounds a hell of lot better than a closed MRI where I’ll not only be enclosed in tight quarters but my ass will be sedated because I’m extremely claustrophobic. As long as they knock me out and let me listen to some Rolling Stones for the hour they have me in that tube it’s all good.

After I made the appointment the realization that if I have cancer for a third time the odds that I’ll beat it aren’t as high as they were the first two times. I don’t say that as a pessimist or to feel sorry for myself because that’s not the case. I say that because it’s reality and I accept it on some level. Making the appointment for the MRI was the beginning of that acceptance.

All of this got me to thinking…what am I going to do if I have cancer again? If I’m going to die? I mean, what would you do?

I’d take my daughters to Disney World, ride all of the scary rides I’m always afraid of and eat as much junk food as I want…

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