So the radiation starts in a week.
I realized today - this is just one small example of how dense I am - that when I tell people I'm going in for six weeks of radiation, they may think this is really scary news. Hmm.. they can't find the primary cancer; he's going in for radiation; he looks really different...
But when I talk about the radiation, it's just another landscape, after another turn in the road. I'm not going anywhere except forward, usually in my aging blue Jetta. The handcart (I use it to drag the amp and piano around) has a flat tire and it's lashed to the bike rack. It's not scary. It's me.
Minus the beard, at least for now.
(Who is this guy? I have no idea.)
1 comment:
Just weighing in on your self portrait. Obviously your skills as a photographer, judging by the images on your blog, are refined and professional - so why use a wide angle for the self portrait? It gives you that bumper face. And I know you're much better looking than that, even sans beard.
What a long strange trip eh, friend? Happy to hear you are continuing to shlep the piano around and I my bass. We will play again although I don't hold out much hope for Chambers.
On with the fight - we're all with you on this. Take care,
Bill
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