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  • You Can’t Make Life Up

    Today was my 44th and last radiation treatment for prostate cancer. It has been a long journey, seemingly infinite at first but dwindling to finite at the end. I absorbed myself with details, percentages, and the music that was played each day (they used Pandora so it was random). After about the 25th treatment, I realized that I had used the same locker each and every day, and that became a goal. Of course, if I got there and it was already used, I would have to choose another. That never happened. A few days ago I started thinking about what the last song that I would hear while in the machine would be. I had a lot of choices, some happy, some sad, some neither. Today, a song was ending after the 4th radiation blast, so I knew that the next song would be the last one. I was excited to hear what it would be. It only took two of three notes to realize it was a very important song in my life, a song that we had played at my son’s memorial service 12 years ago. I ended my treatment listening to “Stairway to Heaven.” You can’t make life up.
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