America's Playground

11/13/23- I’m getting my pass activated, taking my camera and going to Keystone. This is going to be a good day. A great fucking day if you will. Everything is running smooth. I’m just getting up over Vail Pass as my phone rings. It’s NP Grant. I say, Grant My MAN hit me with the good word! Unfortunately it is not good word. It is at best unsure word. To be frank, he states that the lymph node that I have had trouble with looks good but there is now another lymph node closer to my spinal cord that has become enflamed. He tells me that they are unsure but would like me to come in for a PET Scan later this week. I’ve heard from enough “unsure” Doctors to know that they delivering bad news in a good way until a scan is done. It’s fucking science. It’s not based on thoughts and opinions, it’s based on facts. The scientific method. They found something that gave them pause or looked unusual. They found something. It is fact. It is not an unsure. I like Grant. He has incredible bedside manor and took my situation very seriously. It wouldn’t help if he was anymore straight forward since I would still think to myself that we will see what the scan says. But he’s not fucking unsure.

I get to Keystone. Its an absolutely beautiful day. I love Summit County. America’s playground. The land of sunshine and terrain parks. Keystone isn’t boasting much, but it’s a warm day and I know a bunch of rippers were going to show up. I was right. It was tight. Dang life can be so fucking tight sometimes. Cancer is an Evil Woman.