wes
KIllerfrog Emeritus
Im not even sure why I am writing this. It has nothing to do with TCU or sports, so you wont hurt my feelings if you don’t read it or tell me to stop. Maybe I am just in one of those moods.
I’ve always looked at life as a series of thresholds that we have to cross. Some are obvious.From youth to adolescence. From Adolescence to adulthood. From single life to married life to raising children and beyond.
Each is a threshold that we must cross and some are easier than others.
When my parents died, 9 months apart in 1994 & 1995, both were 67 years old. I set it up in my mind that at age 67, I was checking out. It was all a mental thing but it created a threshold, at least in my mind, that I had to cross. Last December, when I hit 68, I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders and I had crossed that threshold.
In 2006, when my son unexpectedly died, I faced a threshold crossing from grief to redemption. I’m still not sure that I have fully crossed that threshold but think that I have. I hope that I have.
Last March, when I was diagnosed with grade 4 Glioblastoma, my doctor and wife begged me to not read about it. I said that I wouldn’t but lied, I did and then wished that I hadn’t. It was an ugly read but it created another threshold That I needed to cross.
The average life expectancy for someone with grade 4 Glioblastoma and at my age, is 15.6 months after diagnosis.I am at month 13. If you play the averages, that gets me to June.
But I am not thinking that way. In June, I plan on crossing the 15.6 month threshold, checking off a bucket list item by going to the College World Series, with or without my Frogs, and then looking forward to the next threshold in life. I plan on crossing that one as well.
The great Dutch Meyer once said” fight ‘em until hell freezes over, then fight ‘em on the ice”. Well coach, my skates are on and I am headed to the next threshold.
Sorry for this. My wife is out of town, It’s raining, I’m bored and like I said, I’m just in one of those moods.
Go Frogs
I’ve always looked at life as a series of thresholds that we have to cross. Some are obvious.From youth to adolescence. From Adolescence to adulthood. From single life to married life to raising children and beyond.
Each is a threshold that we must cross and some are easier than others.
When my parents died, 9 months apart in 1994 & 1995, both were 67 years old. I set it up in my mind that at age 67, I was checking out. It was all a mental thing but it created a threshold, at least in my mind, that I had to cross. Last December, when I hit 68, I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders and I had crossed that threshold.
In 2006, when my son unexpectedly died, I faced a threshold crossing from grief to redemption. I’m still not sure that I have fully crossed that threshold but think that I have. I hope that I have.
Last March, when I was diagnosed with grade 4 Glioblastoma, my doctor and wife begged me to not read about it. I said that I wouldn’t but lied, I did and then wished that I hadn’t. It was an ugly read but it created another threshold That I needed to cross.
The average life expectancy for someone with grade 4 Glioblastoma and at my age, is 15.6 months after diagnosis.I am at month 13. If you play the averages, that gets me to June.
But I am not thinking that way. In June, I plan on crossing the 15.6 month threshold, checking off a bucket list item by going to the College World Series, with or without my Frogs, and then looking forward to the next threshold in life. I plan on crossing that one as well.
The great Dutch Meyer once said” fight ‘em until hell freezes over, then fight ‘em on the ice”. Well coach, my skates are on and I am headed to the next threshold.
Sorry for this. My wife is out of town, It’s raining, I’m bored and like I said, I’m just in one of those moods.
Go Frogs
