Competition

First of all, I turned the physical corner yesterday; 8 days in from chemo. Not bad. Thank you all for pushing me to this place. Your emails, calls and notes during the chemo fog help immeasurably. You do keep me going, keep my spirits high, and allow me to see the forest from the trees, which for me had been difficult when I am so physically wrecked.

Now on to competition. There are many things in life from which I feel an immediate effect, for example drinking a Coke gives me an immediate sugar and caffeine high, or kissing my boys makes me forget about everything but peace. These things are easy and require little effort. There are others that require a lot more effort, and as always the more I give the more I receive. Competing on the court or field is a big one for me. I literally get high from playing. I just escape into the game, the comraderie and the competition. I feel elated the whole time and even exhaustion is fun. So my neighbor has been taunting me to get back in shape and join him at his Wednesday night hoops game. Even though I'm not yet even exercising (I tried the other day and it didn't go over so well), just the banter is getting me going. Fighting cancer is not fun competition, although it put on a good fight. I can't wait to compete against a friendly foe, one that I can see, on a court with rules, with egos, weaknesses and strengths, strategy, and teamwork; and win or lose, everyone's happy and alive. So look out neighbor, here I come. :)