Once again, I find myself having not blogged sufficiently. When I was first diagnosed, blogging was therapeutic — allowing me to express (in writing) thoughts and feelings that I was having difficulty expressing verbally. As I continue to successfully battle pancreatic cancer, though, this blog has become less about the cancer and more about my life. That’s okay and all, but sometimes, I am just not inspired to write. Again, I think it’s a great thing that I have progressed so much that I am not constantly thinking about the cancer, but not doing so makes finding blog topics more challenging.
To bring you all up to date, yes! My family and I made it back from NJ after Mom’s birthday. Things didn’t work out quite the way I had anticipated, but Mom was very happy and that was what was MOST important. Keeping with the snow theme, last weekend I (and 3 other adults) took a group of 15 boy scouts up to Beech Mountain, NC for a ski trip. Now, the original plan was to leave mid-day on Friday; ski all day Saturday and Sunday; ski a half day on Monday and then come home (the kids were supposed to have Friday and Monday off from school). Well, as I mentioned here previously, Atlanta has had some extreme weather this year (including flooding that closed the schools for 2 days and one snow storm that did the same). As a result, the student holidays this past Friday and Monday were used as flood and snow make up days.
We adjusted our plans to leave to Friday night and, ironically, it snowed on Friday. Unfortunately, as many of you know, folks in the south do NOT know how to drive on the snow. Now Beech Mountain is about 240 miles away from Atlanta and we were estimating it would take us about 5 hours to get there. Because of the inclement weather, though, the first 4 hours of our drive were spent sitting in traffic making its way out of Atlanta; more specifically, we drove perhaps 30 miles in those first 4 hours. We had expected to get to our cabin by 11p — we got there at 4:00a (by the time all were settled and I got to sleep, it was probably around 5a).
The next morning (2.5 hours later), we got up, ate breakfast, and were ready to head to the slopes (all of us were excited, because the ski slope had gotten over a foot and a half of fresh snow in the last couple of days — best skiing there in years). Now, being boy scouts, we had actually prepared for driving our cars on the snowy roads. All of the drivers had gone out and gotten snow cables for our tires. For those of you who do not know, snow cables are twisted metal cables with round metal discs that are supposed (operational word here) to provide traction on snowy roads. Unfortunately, the performance of the cables was suboptimal (mine actually broke) and the scouts and leaders ended up having to push the cars up the road to get to the slope.
Once we were at the slope (no easy feat, I will tell you), I called around and was able to find a service that would come to the ski resort and put chains on my car so that I could get around. Once the chain issue was handled (my car handled much better, btw), I hit the slopes. I had a good time skiing with other scout leaders, but I had the most fun skiing with my younger son, who had improved dramatically from last year. I was proud of his progression and look forward to his continued improvement. I have family in Stowe, VT and I have been told that it’s about time that my family and I (or at least my son) take a trip to ski on “real” ski slopes!
Despite the ugly looking bruise on my left hip (the result of a gigantic ball of ice at the top of one of the chair lifts — EVERYONE who got off the time I rode up fell on that ice), I am looking forward to our next trip. Once again, I enjoyed the trip, largely because I did not think of myself as the guy with cancer. I was able to enjoy the moment without worry about what the future might hold. The good thing is, those moments are coming more and more frequently!!
p.s. Don’t forget, TumorPalooza 2 — August 14!