Joe Walsh is a 70 year-old bad ass. His guitar playing this past Tuesday was a masters class in performance. Sheer artistry. Mela and I along with another couple went to the Eagles Concert at the Golden 1 in Sacramento this past Tuesday. The show was phenomenal. They played for over two and a half hours. It was an amazing evening. We thoroughly enjoyed it.
I love music and have great appreciation for the art. Part of that is - I can’t sing. Can’t dance. Hell, I can’t even clap along to a song. That doesn’t matter as much anymore with my loss of depth of field. My hands stop about an inch from each other or completley pass each other like trains in the night. Just kidding. It is not that bad but for the complete absence of rythym part.
It was also cool that Deacon Frey, the son of Glen Frey played with the band. I think it was Don Henly that so eloquently put it. We have lost a brother, friend and leader but we have gained a son. I hope that Glen and Deacon had their share of time playing together. The height of my professional career in government affairs was working with my dad. I learned a lot and would not have had it any other way. Well, being a rock star could have been cool too.
Well enough about this classic iconic rock band whose career has spanned decades and whose music is just as relevant today as the day it was written. This is all about me (hopefully this is not the first post your reading. If so close it now and go to the beginning.) At 58 years of age and half-blind I have gotten my first prescription glasses. I spent significantly more than the two pair for $78 but I have a large head and like the Oakley style frame where the ear piece goes straight back as you can see. But I did get something of a deal. I only need the prescription in one lense. Mela would not let me get a monocle.
My new prescription shades
But it is not all fun and games. My cancer is a rare bird only impacting 6 in every one million people or 1 in every 166,000. That is like filling the LA Coliseum twice or 4 sold out games at AT&T Park. I think most people would take those odds. But for me - tag you are it.
As a kid I remember talking about on occasion with friends what sense would you be willing to lose. I think I said hearing but being very emphatic about not losing my sight. I miss my eye. The most notorious gang, the Cancer Gang has a mean streak. Let’s take this guy that is a visual learner and photographer and take his eye. Then on top of that he is claustrophobic so we will have him do an MRI about three times a year for the rest of his life to see if his cancer has spread to his liver and lungs.
It has only been about five months since I was diagnosed and despite my occasional rants I am incredibly grateful for all the support, quality of care and the progress I have made to date. I feel good and have returned to a number of activities that I enjoy but some days are tough and I just want to chill with my poodle posse. They are always glad to see me, never complain and always listen to my story.
God Bless!