Four months, to the day: that should be enough of a hiatus

So, at the nudging of my wife, Candace, I am going to fire the blog entries back up. I had felt for quite some time that this blog would be limited to my experiences with and during Cancer, but it seems that my short-term memory isn't conducive to living life completely apart from some sort of chronicle.

Too, I suppose that every part of my life in some direct or indirect way really is connected to this life-altering (and sometimes ending) illness. My prior life was B.C. where the 'C' stands for Cancer, of course.

What's more, in one of our perennial Spring cleanings, I stubled across a sprial notebook that appeared to have been collecting dust for decades. Sure enough, it was (one of) my previous attemtps to white-knuckle a regular and consitent journal. As with every other attempt before and after, it devolved into one or two daily entries and then hundreds of empty, unmarked sheets follwing it... with nothing noted, nothing remarked upon.

It seems as though there was something magical (that's probably not the best word) about the days leading up to the sole journal entry in this notebook, but it was nonethless life-changing for a 7th grader. I will dig it up and post it, verbatim, at a later date... if nothing more than for your pure entertainment. (Turns out that, if you get past all the melodrama, even pre-teens can have some pretty profound thoughts.)

Getting to the point, it was a reminder that we go though all kinds of experiences, both the meaningful and mundane, and if we do not stop to reflect on them, they can easily be integrated into who we become without a trace.

That's me. That's what I'm good at. Ask me about pretty much any part of the last 32 years, and I can't tell you much. Weak! But in spite of this dearth of communicable information, I am unavoidably the sum total of every single experience up until this very moment.

So firing back up this blog is my puny effort to memorialize life as it happens. I will do my best to spare you the details of what I eat for breakfast or what my cat does, that is, unless he demonstrates more acts of genius as he sometimes does.

I can think of a few things that have already happened in the prior four months that are noteworthy... namely being convinced of a relapse, some lingering medical anomalies, baby steps to physical recovery, ongoing fertility challenges, a faith-fortifying trip and a few really amazing fish tacos. Oh, wait... no meal-centric blogs. Sorry.

If you (anyone) in cyberspace ends up taking a read, thank you. If not, this will be fodder for my descendants one day, at a minimum.