Tyler pretty much blistered me yesterday during the physical therapy workout. I’m fairly certain he was sending me a message ’bout what he thinks in regards to my Thunder blue Game 6 T-shirt from the 2016 meltdown.
I thought I’d be sore today, but not the case. I even did an extra ten minutes on the terrain bike yesterday to openly show my defiance while yelling, “What’s my name?’ inside of the Integris Cancer Rehab Center. He didn’t flip me off . We’re good.
It was a brutally hot day out here at the mini-ranch in Deer Creek. The dewpoint is Alabama-like given we’ve received 16″ of precip since June 1st. The lanndscape is a luscious verdant green you very rarely see in Oklahoma this far into July.
I mowed the ranch is less than two hours with my zero radius riding Toro. Then I watched a little of CNN taking in Donald Trump’s most recent criminal indictment….sigh. Ate vegan. Meditated. Then did two hours of flowerbed work in the evening. Five months ago this would have killed me. Not the case at all today. The vegan diet works even if you cheat a little. If you just eliminate dairy and ninety per cent of meat intake and triple down with vegetables, fruit, and grains you basically have enough protein.
Tom Brady, Popeye, and Secretariat are/were all vegans. So all that bullshit about muscle mass can only be attained from eating red meat is bogus.
I would refer a book entitled “How Not to Die From What You Eat’, by bestselling author Dr. Michael Greger. As part of my blogging…I plan on putting several of Dr. Greger’s videos on here at some point. Dr. Greger is clearly a part of Mike’s Team Cancer.
It was about a year from today I had to put my lab Pauli down. Three months later my younger brother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Six months later I was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. Not what you would call the best year of your life.
But here’s the thing coming straight from the keypad of Plato Jackson, who btw was never a wide receiver of the Cleveland Browns….. shit happens in life. It is how we react to ‘shit happening’ which defines us as humans.
Some may blame God. Some may pout and lay down. But I’m not wired in that manner. That’s not my DNA.
My DNA is that I pull myself up with the grace of God and crawl, scratch, and bleed for those six inches that make the difference between winning and losing…the difference between living and dying.
This is good… me blogging again. It kind of goes in sink with Dr. S’s holistic approach to dealing with cancer. You know…integrating the chemo with a vegan diet or almost vegan, 160 minutes a week of intense physical therapy. prayer, mediation, and such.
Regardless of how this goes for me with cancer… I’ll never be the same person ever again. When Dr. S told me to get my affairs in order it wasn’t a death sentence. More to the point…it’s been a God send for me..an awakewning of sorts. An epiphany on steroids.
You never take a day for granted. Day by day she goes.
I think I’ll blog about Jordy Bahl tomorrow after I see how I handle my first half mile walk.
Take care of yourself in this heat.
It’s not how you die which defines you, but rather how you lived. Don’t ever forget that.