"The Curse of a 76, ergogenic aids, and music lyrics..."

“The Curse of a 76, ergogenic aids, and music lyrics…”

Sunday brought welcome sunshine and an opportunity for me to get out and about. I was glad to get in my car and simply go for a drive. I drove around town, and wound up at the Missouri River for several minutes. I remember when I was in my twenties, I use to water-ski on the Muddy Mo, and it drove my parents crazy with worry. I sat by the river today and the memory of water skiing on it during the early 80’s seemed like a few simple years ago. I was able to escape my dilemma for a few moments, and it was a slice of heaven.

I also have always used music as an “ergogenic” aid. It’s something that can put me in an excellent mood. While driving, I also heard a song from the 80’s era: The Emotions: “Best of My Love” I love that song, and that genre of music. I listened to the music and specifically, the opening line: “Doesn’t take much to make me happy, and make me smile.” As the song continued on, I thought about my plight, my attitude, my zeal and how I’m dealing with things. Yes, I’m pretty broken hearted over this, but I’ve got to regroup and bring my zany persona back. My attitude has always been one of the creative, happy-go-lucky, smile, and enjoy and live life to the fullest. I’ve got to remember the mantra I lived by pre-cancer must also coincide with my existence now. Fatigue affects me somewhat, but I am still Julie. I wouldn’t say I’m one in a million, but I would say I’m pretty unique. I’ll just fight this cancer as if I don’t have it. Roll with the punches, baby!!

Probably, the worst part about being diagnosed with Cancer is not the actual diagnosis. Well, I take that back. It’s pretty scary. But, truly, what infiltrates a bright and creative mind is the waiting game. It’s a long walk off a continuous, short pier. Life is truly second by second. Hours seem like an eternity. Days and moments and escapes like today help.

I had the unfortunate (or fortunate) luck of shooting two 76’s in golf during my last two outings last September. Those two scores, both witnessed by my husband and his friend, Mike vonSenden, have proved to be a terrible curse. I was so anxious for this golf season to get started, and start attacking my favorite pastime with a vengeance.

Each day when I go to the garage fridge to get a water or Diet Lipton Citrus Iced Tea, I see my crates of golf balls, tees, and all my golf gadgets. It kills me to walk by there and see all my new golf toys and gadgets. Seeing my clubs, my beautiful Ping’s, bagged up in the corner is equivalent to making a kid wait an extra day for Santa to arrive on Christmas morning. Those silly 76’s…..both a beauty for me, and a curse.
I’ll be glad when we get further into this venture, and I’ll at least be able to get out and chip and putt a wee bit!!

Much Love,
Julie