Graduation day remembered

September 30, 2009 

We have our own ways to mark milestones or any significant event.  There are mile markers for runners (or kilometer for the rest of the world), birthdays, anniversaries, etc.  We remember them because they define us or worthy of remembering for whatever reason. 

I do the same.  This time last year was my chemo "graduation day".  I clearly remember this day last year.  It was a Tuesday and it was a very anxious moment for me.  I remember saying a prayer that day when I woke up.  I prayed because I want everything to be fine; no surprises, no allergic reaction to chemo, no drama.  It was my last chemotheraphy; my last mile marker - the 12th cycle. 

I remember I also wanted the last one to be memorable, so I went to the hospital dressed in graduation toga.  I created a diploma which says Summa Cum Laude (with highest honors) and had asked my doctor to sign it.  I still smile seeing the picture.

Two days before that, I wrote about the surprise "care package" I received from Skye containing soap, candle, and chocolates.  (Link to September 28, 2008 posting Note: You might need to click twice)  Wow.  I still remember the decadent feeling.  I received other greetings and gifts, and it was very much appreciated.  Thank you. 

Fast forward to this morning.  I woke up and greeted the beautiful morning giving thanks.  Sun was out.  Cool 60F weather.  I was not going to the hospital, instead I was going out to run with my wife.  I asked her if she remember this date last year.  And, when she remembered the significance of the day we talked of what we did that morning.  The irony of this day is not lost to me much less the significance of me being here.  Others pave the way for me to be here. 

After some miles, my wife told me she was turning back home and I continued on my own.  Unburdened, I turned up the pace.  Alone with my thoughts, I remember those who have helped me and those who passed due to cancer.  I especially thought of my primary doctor, Dr. GarryM, who is currently undergoing chemo for pancreatic cancer.  That is so unfair.  

I was literally running for my life and Dr. M's life.  I did interval runs; running at 9 min pace for a mile and walking for a minute to recover.  I let go in high stride and strong back kick, and held steady.  That's it, Bo.  Listen to you hard breathing and savor each breath.  They are gifts of life along with the pains in your knees and your back.  Stay strong and do the best you can.  

At the end of my run, I met up with my wife.  We passed by the grocery and walked home.  It should have ended there but after my run I resolved to keep on running whenever and wherever I can, but most especially on my "graduation day."  It is special.   

What's your special day?  Find it and I am there with you. 

Cheers.