It has been a year since my first visit in January 2007 with Dr. B in Halifax. I was then asked back to complete a biopsy. That day was February 26 and I remember the day well for special reasons. A couple weeks after that I received the news that I had prostate problems.
Why do I bring this up? Well because one the greatest things I have learnt is to start enjoying every day. Maybe that is called an awakening or a most likely a mid-life crisis? Not sure which one, but I know I don't want to "burn" any days anymore. In the past there were some days that I wished would end because of some reason or another. It could have been a hang-over, a tough job situation or because I was working on a home project that was taking too long for some reason. Since March of last year, I am trying not to do that anymore. To no surprise, I have found that there is one constant in my life; time. Time moves at a predictable pace; it never stops, speeds up or slows down. When I thought I was going to die last year because of the monster, I thought my days were numbered to the end of the year. This was absolutely terrifying and wonderful at the same time. I enjoyed every walk with Max, every Sunday supper and every nap.
Now that I am back working and Christmas 2007 has passed, I am watchful that I am not falling into the trap of workaholism. My "A" has warned me a couple of times this past week and I better pay attention. I don't want to lose focus. Work is important but so is enjoying quiet time, my meetings, coffee time and snoozing with my cats and Max. Gees I hope I remember this ... I probably will.
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