What a Day

So, last we talked, I had come in for a fifth chemo session. At ten in the morning, I spoke with my Oncologist regarding what was going on. He told me that next week is a vital week in the treatment. He informed me that I come to the clinic everyday for a daily immune shot. I had already planned to visit a special special someone in San Francisco for a week. Not to mention, the Chicago Bears play a Thursday game against the 49ers. "Ok, this is sucks," I thought to myself. About an hour later, I was informed that my bone marrow transplant was approved by the UCLA cancer board. "Great," I said. Laura, my nurse coordinator, also mentioned that I was to be admitted on the 25th of this month... for three weeks. Now, a lot of you are thinking that its a shame because of Thanksgiving. Although this is a very valid point, I also get to miss what is probably one the most important weddings I will ever attend or be a part of. Brian and Gillian have been my friends for over five years. I met Gillian in 2004. Later meeting Brian, and swiftly approving. Their relationship is a little more important to me because this is the first time I have ever met a couple at the beginning of their journey. Something you don't get to experience very often. And at one of the many life climaxes this couple will experience as a married couple, I will have to miss the first one. The wedding ceremony, the reception party, the sexy brides maids, whom which I have had the pleasure of knowing these past five years, wearing sneakers after the ceremony, laughing at Scott's stupid jokes, dancing like a gangster up in the club with Jeremy, having a Budweiser with Steve, Brian's dad, dancing with Jennifer, Gillian's mom, and seeing the smiles on all the faces of those that have meant so much to me this past half decade. Why did fate chose that I not attend this joyous occasion? I don't know. So that's the day I had.