Life is too short... I am nearly as cool as my mother.
Friday, July 31, 2015
So today my mother of 78 years had cancer removed from her bladder. This happened some years ago with very little issues and no treatment necessary. The cancer grew back. Since this was somewhat expected given the type of cancer it was, they'd been watching her closely and when it grew back, they simply took it out again.
Mom was not overly concerned. The first time wasn't hard and today, they did the procedure right in the doctors office. They felt that was safer then subjecting her to the hospital and all that entails, as they did last time.
When all was said and done, what was the burning question she had for her doctor before she left? Bet you can think of many logical questions a person of her situation might ask.
"Can I go skydiving in a week or so?" I can imagine the doctors brows rising to that doozey of an inquiry.
My kids and mother spoke of jumping early in the year and wanted to go this summer. It occurred to them, summer is almost over and we better get going. I was almost hoping my mother would forget. At 78 years young, she is forgetting things on occasion, but not this one. Sooo, in a few weeks, my kids (18 & 21), my mother and myself will be jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.
One of the many things my weight kept me from was skydiving. There is a weight limit, which is no longer a problem. Mind you, I wanted to go in my 20's and didn't expect my first time out would be at 50. I've said it several times recently. Life (for me) begins at 50. And since life is too short, I'm going to start living.