Last nite I went to a friend's monthly poker game, and kicked some serious butt. I was quite pleased with myself. I have been running dead even for almost 3 weeks, which beats losing, but at the same time can be a little frustrating.
So I was driving home, thinking about how to write up this nice little episode. It occurred to me that although I have a capacity to gripe (probably more than I should), life is pretty good.
I went so far as to think that if I wasn't living this life, I would be jealous of my life.
Think about it. I have a hot, nearly perfect wife (who made me a really cool black bean sidedish last nite), who is constantly coveted by others. I know this, I have even been asked about it, and how I deal with "having a good looking wife". (I have seriously been asked that, which begs all kinds of questions about the guy who asked, but another time.)
The kids are all healthy, and generally well behaved. At least they're not getting into serious trouble.
I have a job that pays enough to afford me a pretty decent lifestyle. We have a fairly large house, I can afford to go on vacations, I can play poker, and we all generally do whatever activities we want (within reason).
I'll brag a little here, but my parents let me do nearly every sport that caught my fancy. I've been exposed to so many things, and been lucky enough to be above average in many of them. I'm an above average player in judo, racquetball, volleyball, wrestling, swimming, diving, gymnastics, poker (a bit of a stretch, but it's on espn), pool, soccer, bicycling, moutain biking, and maybe even tennis.
I'd also like to think I'm above average in intelligence. At least that's what all the standardized tests have always said.
I have an engineering degree, am close to getting a masters in in electrical engineering, that's gotta say something. I have learned many things on my own, just because I was interested, and it seemed to me that not many others will willing, like linux administration, website development and management , small engine repair, and motorcycle repair. Clearly these are things that interest me, but I would rather do it myself than pay someone to do something I felt like I could do just as easily.
I've had a pretty sweet, gifted life in general, especially when viewed at a high level.
I've had about the worst thing in the world happen to me too, and frankly would be willing to live in a trailer, eating ramon noodles 3 squares a day if I could have my son back and living as well as the other kids are now.
It all kind of balances out in my mind.
Then last week I got some more news that makes me think it just tipped a little more to the crap side.
My dad have been diagnosed with colon cancer.
He had surgery last Thursday to remove the section of colon that was cancerous (no colostomy though, thank god), and to have a 'look around' to see what the extent of the cancer was.
You see, this was his first ever colonoscopy. You know, the thing you're supposed to have ever year after 50. He's 60. So now, with genetic predisposition, I might as well go in tomorrow.
Thankfully, the surgery Thursday went very well, which I have a little apprehension about. There was not cancer all throughout his body, visibly, it was confined to the colon.
But the biopsy have shown that it has spread into the bloodstream, and he will certainly need chemo. This is not an attractive activity for anyone, even less so when you're 60.
This is literally the only time I've ever known my dad to have to go to the hospital for anything. I've been in for two surgeries since having kids. He's just never seriously sick.
So I'm a little uptight right now. I still have a sense of humor, and am not a walking ball of depression, but things could be better.
Karma's a bitch. The second you start thinking how good things are going, wham.
I've never known my dad to give up though, so at this point, I am optimistic that he will get through the chemo, and be none the worse for wear.