Hello, blog.
Fast forward to 2016, 9 years after my last post.
I am 40 now and I am heavier by the same number.
Cancer is a memory that has already taken a backseat. But sometimes I am reminded. Like when I have a vein popping out of my thumb. The smell of rubbing alcohol. A headache as terrible as Weng Weng (small but). And most especially - when I am up against a flight of stairs - because chemo has rendered half of my heart weak.
As I have declared but not accepted, I can only love as half the man that I was.
Cut the drama. Cue the lights, the glitz, the work and the glam.
Life is immensely good and generous. Busy. And that is because I have chosen to live under the label - normal.
I triathlon slow. I bike slow. I tennis slow. I golf alright.
I run slow. But I run/co-run 3 businesses fast. Co-run the barbarian.
I work late nights. I wake up early or sometimes don't get to sleep - because I am in a constant state of thinking.
I think a lot - me thinks. I teenk - of concepts, financials, low sales, deadlines, jokes, women, sports, massage, and the masseuse. 2k16. The game.
2016. How time flies. Why is that sentence not a question?
Tonight , I part with this - may our dear Lord, the master healer, visit the sick and ease their discomfort and pain.
Because now, I am reminded.
Cue music - it's all coming back, all coming back to me now.
