And the Beat Goes On…La dee da dee da

Drink of Choice: I’ll have whatever he’s having, but make it a double.

Day 9: I finally did it. Got in a “Normal” Thursday lift. Almost. But acceptable.

After (another) rough night- this is becoming a common theme- I was able to drag my ass out of bed and get to the gym at 06:05. I did not want to. The lift was hard. Today called for sets of 10 reps each, 12 total moves. I got two full sets in this a.m. Walked it off a bit, got home, had a coffee, managed to make myself presentable (such as is possible) found my way to two workplaces and was productive. All in one diaper. Yay me!

Got home around 15:00 with two clear choices- get back to the gym or have a lie down. You can guess what I wanted to do, but I went to the Gym instead. Got in Two more sets. Forty total reps at each move for the day, 12 total moves. Acceptable. I prefer 50, but 40 is within range. All at good weights. A total of 110 minutes of lifting. Not bad for an old man. With Stage III Cancer. In month Three of Androgen Depravation Therapy. Next round is Saturday. Sets of Five Reps at max weight. My favorite. Don’t know why, but I love the heavy weights at lower reps. Just feels good.

I must get after The Stairs tomorrow. I don’t know why, but I am suddenly afraid of them. I’ve done so many and know them so well, but; there is no other way to describe it; I am afraid. Only way to overcome fear is to confront it. So I WILL go tomorrow and I WILL do stairs. As I have often told myself as I mentally prepared for them; just do one. If you feel up to it, do another, but focus on The One. Its always worked in the past, hopefully it will again.

Starting to feel another side effect nipping at my heels; Depression. Not profound, but noticeable. Thinking it might be time to relocate the Home Protection Devices for a spell until I am sure. Please don’t call 911. We’re cool baby. For now.

I think the depression is three fold. First, it is a clinical side effect of the drugs. Second, I have missed some exercise metrics this week, and that make me angry and sad. Third, this week has been a real bitch and there are 301 days left to go. It appears to be getting worse. 301 days is a long time to endure this shit. I’d really like it to be over. Soon. But it won’t be. Time to engage the Oncology Psychologist I think. She is a helpful resource.

Thought about a vacation- get away somewhere nice. Problem is I’ll just have to deal with the same things, but somewhere else. At a higher per diem. Without the same resources. So here I’ll stay.

Happy news (we take it where it comes); getting a new ride. Due to the Fucked up nature of the US Tax Code- don’t get me started- My partner and I can save a lot of money by getting other taxpayers- you, for example- to help finance the purchase of a large automobile for me and a Truck for Him. Like I said, Fucked up, and Thank you. Have my eye on an Acura MDX, Fully Loaded. Sweet Ride. Blows hot water up your ass at high speeds. I think.

Holidays are upon us. Would love to see as many of you as I can. A trip to TPA is in order and we are arranging. TL- we must have dinner at the Princess again. But soon, as time runs short. Tim and Susan- Love to treat at The Beef House if you’re up for it.

Much Love, thanks for the prayers, Good Thoughts and just being you. I’m a better, happier human for knowing you.