September 07, 2007

No Santa Monica

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, hoping for, expecting?

If nothing more I hope to return home with a few more options for future treatments, notice the word I used....treatments.

I write this from 33,000 feet as I am on my way to Los Angeles for the NPRI Conference
I left my family behind. I am missing Brad's birthday. I don't think he minds that I'm missing the actual day, as it's turned in to a two week celebration.

Once more I pause and reflect on the music being dispersed from my iPod. I look at the man in the window seat.I would guess that he's about my age. He appears to be healthy. I bet he's not dealing with prostate cancer. With this thoguht, in my mind I sing along with 3 Doors Down:

If I could be like that,
I would give anything,
just to live one day in those shoes.

If I could be like that,
what would I do,
what would I do?
My world is upside down. I'm forty-four years old - why an I having to deal with this dreaded disease? The thought quickly passes, like it always does.

In LA I will spend two and a half days in a conference room. There I will listen to some of the world's most renowned experts speak on prostate cancer, diagnosis, treatments and more. The unfortunate part of the trip is I chose to forgo a car, so getting to the beach will not happen. Those of you that have been with me for awhile know of my attraction to the ocean. No Santa Monica this time.....

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