Tuesday I went to work for a while, it snowed like crazy and everyone got sent home early. Wednesday, Cooper and Wendy and I met TJ, Chrissy, Maggie and Addison at the Cleveland Children's Museum. Cooper really enjoyed it. It was really great to see my friend. He and Chrissy recently got engaged...I couldn't be happier for them. I've been through a lot of shit with TJ, and I'm proud to have a friend like him. He's undoubtedly got my back and he knows that I've got his.

Afterward, we went to Primo Vino in Little Italy. We had been there several years ago when Bubba was in the hospital. A lot of memories came rushing back when I was sitting in that restaurant. Thursday, I started tiling the bathroom, and Virginia let Cooper play with Tomstang's shaving cream. Cute and messy all at the same time.
Had a great time tonight with Coop. Took him to the Kent Roosevelt basketball game vs. Field. Got to hang out with Kristen and Kevin and Ky and Kade. It has been a fun week hanging out with my boys. And for the most part...I even felt pretty good this week.
I still spend a lot of my time thinking about how to live and what to choose to do with the time that I do have. Knowing that my time is most likely limited, I can't help but have these thoughts. And while these thoughts are intense, and seem to require action, it's still hard to come up with much. I am glad that we are doing the small things (Cleveland Zoo, Children's Museum, etc.) but wish that there was even more that I could do. Again, I don't know what that is. You just have to try to enjoy every day that you get, and every person that loves you back.

Mr. Knox found his thumb. He is a chunker...and a very good baby. Unbelievably cute.

Hard to believe that this week has flown by and I have to start chemo again on Tuesday. I still have to shake my head in dis-belief that this is even real. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning and my feet hit the carpet, there is a split second before I am fully awake that I don't have this disease and I feel like I am going to live to be an old man. But by the time I hit the tile, reality has set in, I am awake, and disappointed.

When I sit in the hospital, I see signs advertising for cancer patients to talk with a psychologist for depression. I can understand why. When I was first told 4 years ago that I was a coin flip to survive, it certainly changed me forever. And now, that my odds are even less...it is molding me still. I am amazed that I am not more depressed than I am. Perhaps I don't have time to be depressed. Wendy is always keeping me busy with something (been tiling the bathroom back-splash), Coop and Mr. Knox always demand attention, the restaurant always has something that needs done, the rentals require my attention (there's a problem with the electricity at Miller), the snow has been out of control lately (snow needs removed from three rentals, and a restaurant), and the teaching thing has to be a priority of mine. I have too much going on to be depressed...I think that's my saving grace really.

Lesson for Coop and Mr. Knox: Keep your mind occupied...it keeps you young. Keep your body occupied...it too keeps you young. I love you boys.

Smile, today could be your last.