Just wanted to share this (from Dave Draper newsletter Oct. 28)
(apparently he is fighting cancer, at least he is visiting an oncologist)
(link to a pdf file:
http://davedraper.com/pdfs/irononline530.pdf)
"Draper here... Oh, That I Could be a Tree, Thick Limbed and A'swaying
The winds are blowing up a storm and the redwoods are busy shaking off dead branches and loose foliage. The stately trees maintain their health and form by participating in the rigors of seasonal change and bending to the thrusts and throws of nature. Man is wise to imitate his thick-trunked, heavily limbed friend by following a course of like vigor, verve and vitality.
Be active, be life-responsive, be moved and motivated, good and mighty bomber. Pursue, explore, risk and adventure. Be ye not idle.
I have a new gig. Every day at 2:15 I mount the rigid steel and composite table of the imposing Varian Clinac 2100C Linear Accelerator and assume an exact, predetermined position to receive a dose of radiation. It seems my prostate, the lout, has gone rogue. It has joined the ranks of the common and uninspired mob. It has raised the
dark flag of cancer.
No honor, or valor, or respect, or fidelity has the hapless gland tucked away in its murky recess; and after all I did for it. Girls, you're not missing a thing.
Anywho, I've completed 13 of a series of 40 radiation treatments to zap the bugger into submission. No pain, no discomfort, no effort; in less than 15 minutes I'm on my feet and walking out the clinic door.
"Bye-bye, Mr. Draper. Have a nice day. Watch your step," say the technicians.
"You bet, Suzanne. Thanks, Tommy. See you tomorrow," I say, adding, "Train hard, eat right, be strong and smile." I think it's important to convey a message of commitment, devotion and good cheer under all circumstances.
Success is certain, though I might experience fatigue toward the countdown. Completion is scheduled by early December. The super cool thing is the radiation clinic is on the way to the gym. And who do you think zooms the extra mile to the musclebuilding clinic down the
street to zap his everlovin muscles?
The whole thing is part of God's plan for my life. I mean, how else can you explain these things? Two thousand and ten, here I come. There's a new man in town.
You know a guy is reaching when he lines up his workout sessions with his radiation treatments and suggests it's a bold and mighty move.
Whatever!
I skipped my usual Sunday afternoon muscle onslaught -- my favorite -- in exchange for a new M-W-F training routine to conform to the daily oncology visits. I'm a resourceful musclehead, prudent and smart. Kill two birds with one stone, I always say. Better yet, destroy deadly old cells and build healthy news cells in one swell foop.
Linear Mode
