Nah. Keep fighting mate. I have throat cancer and it is tough. I am a lot nearer eighty than I am sixty and I will go down fighting into that long dark night. I will never give up. Keep riding.
Again, thank you for your words of encouragement. it sounds strange, but I know deep down. Besides, morphine only delays the pain till it doesn't work anymore in-spite of increasing doses. Alcohol and morphine does work to a point, but being tired and not eating doesn't do it for me. Losing weight is great but its terminal. Besides, I've lived what I think, is a great life, traveled the world and seen and done things that my father could only dream of. The one thing my father did say to me before he passed away was, "you really did something with your life and I'm proud you are my son".
There also comes a time when enough is enough. I have come to that realization, do I really want to be put through the ringer of drugs and the associated crap that goes with it, or accept my fate ?. None of us wish to die but its something we all have to face head on when our time comes. And its something I have to embrace not fear. Death is just another part of that journey we all have to take.
As I explained previously, My family are long gone, and only two or three close friends know the whole truth. I'm the last of my line. never married, or had children, well none that I know of, a bachelor to the end. And yet I wouldn't have it any other way or have lived the life I've had. Remember your loved ones and never forget to say you love them each and every day and mean it, tomorrow might be too late.............
True, but it looks good. Time for my meds and a snooze, Jezzus, my fingers are killing me, side effects and all.
Actually yesterday - I piled some scrap steel and four brake calipers in my truck to go to the scrap yard. Walked out of the house and realized what a fantastic day it was (perfect clean air, 65 degrees, blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and a crisp breeze). Took it all out of the truck and put it into the sidecar and then went to the scrap yard. It was the kind of day that makes any ride ABSOLUTELY PERFECT and leaves you in a good mood for the rest of the day. I never knew the actual weight of my bike/car and now I do (1,040 lbs.), and I got $8.00 for the scrap which paid for my gas. It doesn't get any better unless the ride is longer and that will be tomorrow.
When it stopped raining around 2pm I went out to clean and lube the Tiger's chain. Hadn't planned to ride, but the sun was out and it was warm if windy, so I thought phucket, do the chain tomorrow. So a brisk 175 mile burn round some favourite fast sweeping and rolling roads. B660/645 Kimbolton Road. A6116 to Corby. A6003 up to Uppingham. The twisty, tricky B664 down to Weston by Welland. Emergency services near one of the bends at the top. Various bikes at the side and one in the ditch. I'm guessing some poor rider lost it on the bend. It's a road you really have to concentrate on. Followed a police car down most of it from there, so mainly within the speed limit. Then up to Melton on the fabulous B6047. This is a very popular biker's road. Waved at a couple of photographers on one of the tight bends, across to Corby Glen, and back to Kimbolton and Bedford via Stamford, Weldon and Oundle. Rode past Bikerphoto.co.uk taking snaps on one of the fast bends on the B676 out of Melton But I was crawling behind a Sunday driver out on a Saturday. So I went back for a second shot
It's 27 degrees centigrade here at the moment, but no riding - busy packing boxes for the move in a fourtnight. I will have a garage then though! Riding to work tomorrow!
It's just silly here, far too hot for the time of year - great for biking, but far too hot for the horses.
Washed it... took it out for a quick spin to dry it and ended up doing a 120 mile loop down to Dumfries & Galloway. Needs washed again now
Took a trip on the bonny to the Colney Cancer centre for a check up. They are happy, so I'm very happy
Popped out to Chesham, Bucks today, where a jolly nice chap from AYB gave the bike a good clean followed by a professional (as in pressurised spray gun) application of ACF-50. Great job, actually, and I passed the time by eating a lovely plate of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon on toast, drinking two cups of coffee and stroking the cat that decided to sit on my lap the whole time. All in all, a very good morning!
Went for a ride, got up to sixty and the rear mudguard bracket snapped again, this time it went under the wheel and brought me too a dead stop, and just to make things worse I was fastening the mudguard on the rear seat with a bungee rope to get me home, when the metal end of the stretched bungee slipped out of my hand and gave me a fat lip, I'm starting on the Jamesons early today.
Yes. I'm going to get a new bracket and mudguard from Grinnals because I don't think I'll ever feel safe with a repaired one, I nearly went over the handlebars this time, scared me a bit mate.