Liver Awareness Month

As I spend lots and lots of time sitting in front of my humming little red box, I tend to notice things. For instance, about 15 days ago or so I noticed on Flickr , that there were a disproportionately large number of boob shots creeping into explore. Hmmm. It’s not like I have anything against boobs, but it seemed weird, then I figured it out – it’s National Breast Cancer Awareness month. I also noticed that there were several links to the 6th Annual Boobie-Thon – humorous name, good cause.It also came to my attention that it is also National Liver Awareness month, which oddly enough was established back in 86 by Ronald Reagan. The American Liver Foundation has some great information on keeping that little guy happy and healthy, and if I were you I would take a little time to do just that. With Liver Disease now affecting 1 out of every 10 Americans, it’s a very real problem and I can tell you first hand that you do not want to have to have a transplant. I thank God daily for mine, but it’s definitely not something I would have chose to do. In fact, I would rather have to eat all of the really nasty bits from the show Fear Factor every day for a month, then go through this again.

Speaking of that though, I am doing well. I guess all of that knocking on wood helps. I still get stuck in this vicious cycle of sleep and not being tired when I need to go to bed. I tend to fall asleep somewhere between 7 and 10 in my chair, then I wind up not being sleepy after I take my evening meds; hence here I am blogging at 12:05 am. I want to start exercising more again, I just don’t have the energy to do it. Again with the vicious cycle, but I hear about guys riding 15 miles after 5 months and I get anxious/jealous; whatever. I know, I shouldn’t be in a hurry right? But I sort of am. Too bad my body has other things planned.

Oh well. It will eventually (hopefully) come back. First though, I wouldn’t mind ditching the Charlie Horses I get. It’s getting better, but I tell you what; a knot in the arch of your foot… sucks! I tend to really get them while I swim with Dylan on Wednesday’s at the “Y”. He loves going to swim classes…..

Got longevity?

I’ve been forced to think about this a lot over the past few years – since I started getting sick; how long am I going to live? Not a popular subject to have to dwell on, especially for spouses. This was one of the hardest things for me to wrap my mind around during the last couple years while I spent frequent weekends in the hospital away from family. There were many days I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to see my boys graduate from high school, or college or get married and be gifted with wee little terrors just like themselves.

Now that I am exactly 9 months post transplant, my outlook on life has changed dramatically. I kid with folks sometimes, but in all honesty – if I really think about it I am most likely going to live longer now than before if I hadn’t gotten sick. I took a lot more risks with things before, and won’t be doing some of those things any more – or at least for a long time. That’s not to say I don’t ever envision myself doing something dangerous, it’s in my nature. Hell, just riding to work in good ol’ Bradford can be a life risking experience. But the odds of me bombing down a single track at 50 miles per hour being able to see only about 25 feet in front at any given time, or scrambling down a slip grade of loose shell-rock almost plummeting headlong into a 5 foot deep rocky ditch – I have a feeling of those days of careless disregard are a thing of the past.

There are a lot of things I want to do and see yet, and if I don’t get to enjoy any retirement – then someone is going to get haunted – so be warned and stay off my list.