So I’ve won some races, I do regular track workouts but none
of those were ever near the closest to the fastest I’ve ever run; that was a
few weeks ago on Veteran’s Day. My favorite workout are when Kiana and get to do
some of our runs together. While we’re not the same speed yet, we sometimes go
to a nearby track and she does a marathon kids workout while I do a track workout. We go opposite
directions until the very last lap where we race it in together. (That was my favorite part of seeing the
NBC piece, http://www.today.com/video/today/53581524#53581524
and for people who ask, no Kiana doesn’t get to watch those things, they talk
about things she doesn’t know and while I suppose there will be things she
learns from TV, my prognosis is not going to be one of them).
But on Veteran’s day, while it was a student holiday, it was
a teacher in service day and so when we were going opposite ways, a voice came
over the loudspeaker that said “A man with a gun is on the campus, please lock
all doors and follow appropriate protocol.” And that moment to get to Kiana who
was almost the further point possible from the track was the fastest I ever ran
and then just picked up Kiana and started walking backwards off the campus.
Kiana asked why we were leaving the water bottles and why we were walking
backwards, let’s just say she didn’t get well thought out answers. Our house is
only one block away but the track makes it more like 4 or 5 since it’s on the
back end of the school. Since it sits on a cul de sac there was no way to not
go around the school if you can't go through the campus. Once we were off campus, it felt like we were walking
very slowly as I was keeping an eye on the school with Kiana behind me. Then
what apparently was only a few minutes later but felt like an eternity, the
loudspeaker once again announced “The drill is complete, staff please come to
the library for our discussion of this protocol.” I sit on the citizens
advisory council and at the next meeting they would talk to us about that drill
and how they had purposely done it on a day where students weren’t there
because they were still trying to figure out if and how they would implement
this drill. It’s a sad thing that this has to be considered but in the modern age, it shows wisdom on
the school’s part that they are doing so. Kiana and I would go back and get our
water and I’d talk to her about drills a lot more calmly and we stayed on the
playground for a while just so that she realized her school was still a safe
place.
The adrenaline/fear/thoughts would stay with me for quite a
while that day. When we got home (free free to judge my parental wisdom on doing this all on the same day), after a good lunch, as we kept talking about a drill, I decided to add
another drill. Kiana and I do this once
in a while but honestly it had been too long. She has fortunately never seen me
have a grand mal seizure but has watched videos of them with me and we have our
own practice drill. It really is her finding me shaking or on the floor and
looking for my phone. Luckily we also own an ipad and we’ve even practiced
using the “Find my phone” app and then her “pretend” calling 911 and letting
them know our address etc. I hope she never ever has to through with that but
when you’re a single dad raising a young child and have woken up in ambulances…
Sitting through both of those drills was not pleasant and it’s probably fairly
arguable which one of us is less of a fan of those experiences. Still I
remember fire drills in my school days and talking to friends from other times
and places, they talk about drills where they had to practice for a tornado or
some of my friends from the cold war where they had to duck underneath their
desks in case of a bomb (did anyone really think that would work?). In any of
those drills, school shooting, our seizure one, a fire one, a tornado or cold
war one, people who think ahead are guaranteed nothing but improve their odds
of surviving or if nothing else being prepared when it’s time to go out.
That’s what the last 48 hours felt like with the medical
stuff going on again. Good intentioned people question why I start thinking about
the Grand Canyon etc when the MRI’s, medical things begin again. They tell me I
should just assume the best and not think about it. To quote a poor movie, fear
is a choice but the danger is real. The fire alarm may just be a drill but if
there is an actual fire and you don’t know whether or not there is, again those
who treat it as such will have higher chances of “success” however you want to
define it.

I sit there and try to think happy thoughts but when I’m
wearing a medical outfit waiting the only one I could think of was well at
least I’ll win the ugly sweater party. And as I ran home Monday from the MRI,
intending for 2 miles and ended up with 4, I stuck my ipod where they’d gone in
with a needle. The day, like any day, had some speed bumps that weren't on my radar that had nothing to do with cancer. Luckily, most of the day was time with good people,
and decorating a Christmas tree with Kiana, and using the winnings to go to
Thundercloud for a “we won the turkey trot” dinner. And Tuesday, there was
lumosity to do, and a kitchen to clean and laundry to do while waiting to go to
the doctor.

Cancer has been too big a factor in my life for too long.
And if you think hope is the only 4 letter word I use, you can read about the
first month I didn’t have an appointment (http://pickingupahitchhiker.blogspot.com/2012/11/thank-god-and-fuck-yeah.html)
in November of 2012. But assuming nothing drastic happens soon, the
appointments keep getting further apart. The first time it was 2 months, then 3
months and now the next one isn’t scheduled until April so while it’s really 3
months without appointments it’s 4 months between them. Appropriately enough in the middle of the
celebration, I got some cool pictures of the New York Voices Against Brain
Cancer race Kiana and I went to, the privilege of the only race we’ve ever done outside of
the Lone Star State.
So I went home, and hung out with a friend, and walked the
dog, and took Kiana to the school book fair, and did a track workout, and went
to a holiday party for a place I volunteer at, and was amused at the huge range
of facebook responses about the fact that everything was stable and that we’d
be increasing medications (they ranged from praises to God to that I should
start dating to asking about my next race to eating different to lower my blood
pressure, all of which were thought about and considered).

It's called Sinus Bradycardia. You know, when your heart beats slow. I have it too. But yours is way better than mine. In fact 47 is sort of, stellar, since 60 is considered normal. Mine hovers around 52. I'm glad to hear that your MRI was stable, I've been reading your blog for well over a year but for some reason today was the day, I really wanted to leave a comment. I hope that today finds you happy and running. Cheers.
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