Chasing Records Doesn't Keep Me On My

It's Frustrating In The Sense That I Still Think I Could Be Competing At Some Sport At A Fairly High Level, Which Nobody Cares About. Nobody Wants To Hear Me Say That.

Through My Illness I Learned Rejection. I Was Written Off. That Was The Moment I Thought, Okay, Game On. No Prisoners. Everybody's Going Down.

Suffering, I Was Beginning To Think, Was Essential To A Good Life, And As Inextricable From Such A Life As Bliss. It’s A Great Enhancer. It Might Last A Minute, But Eventually It Subsides, And When It Does, Something Else Takes Its Place, And Maybe That Thing Is A Great Space. For Happiness. Each Time I Encountered Suffering, I Believed That I Grew, And Further Defined My Capacities – Not Just My Physical Ones, But My Interior Ones As Well, For Contentment, Friendship, Or Any Other Human Experience.

People Refer To 'the Good Ol' Days', But I Don't Know What They're Talking About. As Someone Who's Battled Cancer, If I Lived More Than 20 Years Ago, I'd Be A Dead Man.

Anything Is Possible, But You Have To Believe And You Have To Fight.