Just another day. Back before I got sick, the days seemed to just blur together for the most part. I was working 15 hours a day, doing one broadcast after another. I'm not sure if I ever really took the time to ask myself if today was a good day.
I think I look at things differently now. We've talked about how cancer makes us realize how precious each day can be. How important it is to appreciate them all.
That doesn't mean that every day is going to be a good day. And when we say we try to live each day to the fullest, that can mean just about anything. When I was on chemo, sometimes just making it to the couch was enough to make it a good day.
So I guess today was a good day. I didn't do anything profound. Physical therapy this morning, and I'm not too sore this afternoon, so that's good. I struggle sometimes with the blog. I feel that I need to say something each day, something worthwhile. But sometimes all I really have to say is, "Hey, made it through another day."
That's not very profound or even thoughtful, but it is the overriding truth of the day. Today belonged to me, not to the Beast. Today is my day.
Leroy 1. Cancer 0.