On Becoming 75!

I try to post a new entry every few weeks. There has been no formal schedule. Some posts share important and breakthrough information about prostate cancer treatment. Some posts lament the rising costs of medications, strange and nasty side effects, and the slow progression of clinical trials. Others are more tongue and cheek and personal (as you probably know).

This entry is mostly silliness and celebration. When I was diagnosed with prostate cancer 12 years ago and then found that it was incurable about 10 years ago, I was not at all sure I would reach 75. But, for the most part, I am healthy, active, moderately alert, and ornery. Carol, my wife and best friend, and I travel, laugh, garden, play with chain saws to cut firewood and clear land, and frequently visit friends and family. Life is good (as it should be).

 Although I am not Shakespeare, Longfellow, or even Dr. Seuss, I am waxing poetic on this occasion. Forgive me if I take extreme poetic license with the facts and just about everything else.

           Being Alive at 75!

 I’m pleased I've survived to be 75.

Albeit I'm old and decrepit and barely alive.

So stand up now and give me a cheer,

Please make it loud ‘cause I can’t hear.

I could tell you wild stories about my life,

But I can’t remember, so go ask my wife.

You look happy and cheerful there sipping your drink.

I can’t really see you, but that’s what I think.

Now, dear friends, won’t you give me a hand…

I mean, of course, to help me stand!

But after all is done and all is said,

I’d rather be 75 than flat out dead!

axman