Friday, July 2, 2010

Independence Day

The change in medication was a good choice, I think. The new one seems much better than the old one. I still feel a little tired, but not nearly as much as before, and it seems to be doing as good a job or better at suppressing my symptoms. Better life through chemistry! Speaking of chemistry, here is a picture Sarah made of me a few days ago. I don't really like being on this side of the camera, but I am pretty happy with this one. Thanks, Sarah!
So here we are with one week to go. Time is going faster now - counting down by days instead of weeks. How different a path we're on than we had expected this year. In another of life's little ironies, our original plan for 2010 was to land in Scotland on July 9. Instead I will be having brain surgery on that very day. F-ing BRAIN SURGERY. Those are some big words. Most people get to live their whole lives without having to do it, so I guess that makes me special. Like a friend told me tonight, at least I should have a good story to tell from the experience. Now that the day is getting closer, the reality is starting to sink in... Hey, I don't even like going to the dentist and next Friday I'm going to the NEUROSURGEON.

We're going to spend the July 4th weekend at home - just relax and keep it low key. We have some friends coming by for a little BBQ on Sunday, then we'll probably head over and park the convertible near the fairgrounds to watch the fireworks. Or maybe we'll just watch them from the deck... Independence Day for me this year is July 9.


  1. hi Kerik
    I just wanted to say that I wish you all the luck in the world with your surgery. I had no idea you were going through this and my heart goes out to you and your family. In case you are wondering, I was booked to do your course in Glasgow and now doing it with Carl .. I hope our paths cross one day but until then all the best

  2. It was good to hear your voice today. That really is a beautiful portrait that Sarah made of you. She should be proud! Maybe I'll kick Mr. Fuzzy's butt and we'll join you in Glasgow for next year's workshop when you're feeling yourself again. (I could be your translator....)

    We'll be praying for you between now & when we know you're safely out of the neurosurgeon's hands.