Get ready … get set …

… go!  Ever face something down with trepidation?  Of course you have – we all have.  My father always said that it was best to suck it up and get on with it, ’cause then it would be over sooner.  This was usually said with a great deal of panache and a mahanttan in his hand.

So here I am, with surgery a breeze and now facing the dreaded chemo to start on Tuesday.  Five months worth.  Will my hair come out?  Yup.  Am I gonna be sick?  Yup.  In fact the side effects include everything but festering maggots escaping from my ears.  Bottom line, there’s a lot about this I dread.

But then I think of all other people facing BIG EVENTS.  Imagine what the guys about to land on the Normandy beaches felt just before they arrived.  Imagine what the Black students felt as they prepared to register at the University of Alabama in 1963.  Imagine how those undergoing experimental, life-saving surgery felt just as they drifted off in the OR.  Did they want to get on with it so they could be done with it?

Maybe so.  And what awaits me isn’t nearly of the magnitude of those events.  So here’s the deal, Dad.  I’m gonna suck it up and get on with it.  And I’ll have a manhattan this weekend in your honor