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I was going to discuss the Nazi connection to brain tumors; "Cancer and the Third Reich: A Deadly Duo" but then this happened: I was into my usual pile of leg presses, say 200 or so, when a wonderful "old" movie appeared on the screen, 2005's "Batman Begins" directed by Christopher Nolan and features Liam Neeson as the baddie, training the very angry Bruce Wayne in terrorism. In this first Batman film you meet Alfred (Michael Caine) Commissioner Gordon (Gary Oldman) and Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes). But the bigger theme is how vast, unmatched anger inspires billionaire, Bruce Wayne, to "rechannel" his real fear of bats to all the bad guys out to destroy Gotham City. Nolan's caped crusader is dark and brooding, he speaks very little. Anger and revenge factor into the rebirth and success of many heroes and anti-heroes.
Since 2011, I have been conscious of one overriding emotion that trumps all others: I feel great 24/7! Great and grateful to be alive! "Pain means you're alive?" Yes, a doctor did say that to me. My response? "Pain? Bring It! And keep bringing it! Pain medication is for sissies!" I thoroughly enjoyed the Olympics, I've discovered "the game within the game" that is baseball. Pain? What Have You Got? I can do pain all day! Standing on my head (If I could stand, which I can't, yet) so hit me with your best shot! I scared brain cancer away, so pain schmain! I'll reiterate the only question that matters: Is it cancer? No? Then who cares?
I feel happy and driven to produce like I've never experienced. I see value in everyone and potential everywhere. My cup runneth over so I gave it to someone else because I needed to leave and I don't drink anyway. TMI? How about if I just leave the stupid cup right here? It's more than half full, Okeley Dokely? (Remove a brain tumor and I turn into a character on "The Simpsons", thanks HA!)
Seriously, though, since God and his demonic counterpart (PS has a viable theory regarding which side actually wants my soul; The Lord: "I don't want her" The Devil: "I don't want her either!" The Lord: "But you promised!" The Devil: "I lied. Duh." And it goes on from there) shook me, spun me and fished me out of the River (The River Nile? The River Styxx? Styx the band? I don't know!) of Life or Something I'm focused like a freaking shark with a laser on it's head! And every day I feel a little better. It's amazing!
Everyone's journey is different but now I'm so physically challenged the writing just pours out. I am keenly interested in everything and everyone. If I was any cooler I'd be Sammy Davis, Jr. I don't have any earthly idea why I feel so great, but I do and I only have one question...
I was going to discuss the Nazi connection to brain tumors; "Cancer and the Third Reich: A Deadly Duo" but then this happened: I was into my usual pile of leg presses, say 200 or so, when a wonderful "old" movie appeared on the screen, 2005's "Batman Begins" directed by Christopher Nolan and features Liam Neeson as the baddie, training the very angry Bruce Wayne in terrorism. In this first Batman film you meet Alfred (Michael Caine) Commissioner Gordon (Gary Oldman) and Rachel Dawes (Katie Holmes). But the bigger theme is how vast, unmatched anger inspires billionaire, Bruce Wayne, to "rechannel" his real fear of bats to all the bad guys out to destroy Gotham City. Nolan's caped crusader is dark and brooding, he speaks very little. Anger and revenge factor into the rebirth and success of many heroes and anti-heroes.
Since 2011, I have been conscious of one overriding emotion that trumps all others: I feel great 24/7! Great and grateful to be alive! "Pain means you're alive?" Yes, a doctor did say that to me. My response? "Pain? Bring It! And keep bringing it! Pain medication is for sissies!" I thoroughly enjoyed the Olympics, I've discovered "the game within the game" that is baseball. Pain? What Have You Got? I can do pain all day! Standing on my head (If I could stand, which I can't, yet) so hit me with your best shot! I scared brain cancer away, so pain schmain! I'll reiterate the only question that matters: Is it cancer? No? Then who cares?
I feel happy and driven to produce like I've never experienced. I see value in everyone and potential everywhere. My cup runneth over so I gave it to someone else because I needed to leave and I don't drink anyway. TMI? How about if I just leave the stupid cup right here? It's more than half full, Okeley Dokely? (Remove a brain tumor and I turn into a character on "The Simpsons", thanks HA!)
Seriously, though, since God and his demonic counterpart (PS has a viable theory regarding which side actually wants my soul; The Lord: "I don't want her" The Devil: "I don't want her either!" The Lord: "But you promised!" The Devil: "I lied. Duh." And it goes on from there) shook me, spun me and fished me out of the River (The River Nile? The River Styxx? Styx the band? I don't know!) of Life or Something I'm focused like a freaking shark with a laser on it's head! And every day I feel a little better. It's amazing!
Everyone's journey is different but now I'm so physically challenged the writing just pours out. I am keenly interested in everything and everyone. If I was any cooler I'd be Sammy Davis, Jr. I don't have any earthly idea why I feel so great, but I do and I only have one question...
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