know everyone says this every single year, but I am going to state it again
anyway: I can’t believe it is already September. I really can’t believe it, as
evidenced by the fact that the month is almost half-over and I am just now
coming to terms with its arrival and complaining about that fact. Part of this disbelief, or at least suspended
belief, is that September is the month that more than any other signifies that
the party is over and it’s back to work time.
We learn this early on in school, as at least in some parts of the
country – such as New York, where we know a thing or two about good schools –
it is the month when the students return to the classrooms. No more lazy summer days or idle parental
admonitions about “okay for now, but when school starts . . .!!” September is all back to business.
addition to never wanting to get back to work, and at the risk of offending everyone
bedazzled with sapphires – as well as approximately two-thirds of the Virgos
and about half-as-many Libras, I must admit that I do not care for
September. This may come as somewhat of
a surprise to many who know me as those people undoubtedly are aware that I most
vehemently dislike hot weather and did in fact enjoy school. (This may partially explain why I was not
overly popular as a child nor, come to think of it, as a parent of school-age
children.) Yet September, at least in
most of the United States, can still be quite hot and, even worse,
exceptionally humid, which made sitting on those wooden deskseats in
un-air-conditioned classrooms a rather unpleasant and, as we grew older,
pungent affair, thereby cancelling out any enjoyment I might have unpopularly
derived from trying to become educated, which I also hear has largely fallen
out of favor these days.
I am honored to have been nominated by one of my favorite fellow bloggers for the Sunshine Blogger Award, Ramae of the famous incurableblessings.com. I thank you Ramae for this honor.
Ramae is an inspiration to me and, I am sure, many others. Although diagnosed with a rare incurable form of cancer, Ramae has seized the situation and made living her life her priority. It is something so many of us can learn from — especially yours truly. Ramae blogs about her experiences and it is a must read for everyone; her blog can — and should — be found at https://incurableblessings.com/
What is the Sunshine Blogger Award?
The Sunshine Blogger Award is an award of recognition to bloggers from fellow bloggers. It is a way to recognize those who are creative, positive and inspiring — people who spread sunshine to the blogging community.
I like to pen a new post on this blog at least once a week. I find that having cancer, even post-chemo
and while in remission, gives me more than enough material to write about. In fact, I wish that there were a whole lot
less to say about trying to survive with cancer. And although I had assumed – quite incorrectly
– that after I had completed chemo that I would be able to spend a great deal less
time thinking about all matters cancer related, this has not been the case in
the least. To the contrary, I believe
that I spend more time ruminating about cancer now than ever.
all of this dwelling on my incurable cancer precipitated the recent events – or,
to put it more accurately, the lack thereof.
For it has been a few weeks since last I wrote anything new for this
blog. Sure, during that span I posted
some writings that I had written for other purposes/websites/magazines, but
that strikes me as cheating a bit. I’m
just getting double the airtime without adding any new content. It’s like a re-run (which, for those born
after 1990 means a show that is being aired again because we had no DVRs to
record it and watch at our leisure). That
leaves me feeling a bit hackish and unimaginative. (That’s not to say I won’t do it again – I can
live with feeling a bit hackish and unimaginative from time to time.)
When I was first blindsided by my cancer diagnosis six years ago, I was, as cancer diagnoses go, fortunate. My beloved wife happens to herself be a doctor, and while she is not an oncologist she is of course generally much more knowledgeable about these types of matters than would be a lay person. I am also fortunate to still have both of my parents alive and well – if a bit nutty – to provide additional love and support. And, as hard to believe as this may seem, I am also blessed to have compassionate, loving and, not unimportantly, geographically-close in-laws who are extremely supportive.
As if all of that were not enough – and I say this knowing full well that so many people must face this awful disease with a fraction of the support, if any, that I have had – I also live in the New York City area. Although that is certainly a mixed blessing, it does put within a short train ride many of the world’s foremost experts on the cancer that my body elected, without my consent, to which to subject itself.