Big week: PET scan (done last Thursday) results hopefully coming in next day or two, bloodwork etc. Wednesday, Tegan MRI Thursday (more on that below), biopsy procedure Friday …
Now for the important stuff. Since they were old enough to walk (and understand trash talk), I’ve told my kids the first one that can beat me in the mile would get $1,000 cash. I’ve held onto my money over the years due to a few simple facts: 1. I lie about how fast I am to kinda scare them off 2. Whenever I know they’re watching me or passing me in a car or whatever, I redline the engines, giving the brief (and false) appearance of speed and power 3. My older girls started rolling their eyes at such trash talk years ago and probably just aren’t interested in tearing down their old man 4. The best athlete in the house, Aedan, who probably would have started smoking me 3 or 4 years ago at age 10 or 11, has been too busy rehabbing two separate knee injuries and playing real sports to bother with my challenge ….. Now of course, they all got me right where they want me ….. I have invoked some fine print, of course: certainly, considering the circumstances, I can’t be expected to race them right NOW. Unless, of course, the challenge comes from someone who’s also dinged up at the moment. Little know fact: Tegan fell last Sunday (day before we got my news), and, as it turns out broke a bone in her left knee – yes, that really was a bad week. She’s getting an MRI on Thursday to see the full extent of the damage and to see if she’ll need surgery (if you know Tegan, you’ll understand the thought of her getting an MRI is, well, interesting). Anyway, as fate would have it, former Secretary of State, General Colin Powell, has lent Tegan his wheelchair (true story, but that’s for another time). Well, she LOVES that wheelchair (I really hope he doesn’t want it back!). The only question is, if this race were to happen, would Tegan have to propel herself, or does she get an assistant to push (she highly prefers this method)? And if she does get a pusher, and wins, does the pusher get half the $1,000? Or, maybe Tegan and I can take turns in the wheelchair? Anyway, the details of the promotion are still being hashed out, but if you see T and I burning up the road around our neighborhood, please slow down and give us plenty of room. And in the meantime, please keep Tegan in your prayers too, which of course, is the true purpose of this digression!!! As one of my other kids might say, “Tegan is the light, bro” – as in, Tegan is the light of our lives. We desperately want her healthy and not hurting! Until next time … Joe