Written September 6th, 2006
Dr. Ha told me he could help. He said he could reverse the progression of the disease and send it into remission. Of all the doctors I had seen, he was the only one who told me this disease did not have to be a part of my life. Knowing that I now have someone on my team, someone who believes what I believe, that I don’t have to be sick, made it all just a little bit of a lighter load to bare.
I was ready to sign on the dotted line. The one little catch in this whole plan was that I was scheduled to leave California two days later. I had an apartment back in Toronto. I had a gym membership with a few leftover personal training sessions. I had concert tickets for October. I was registered for school. I had what I believe is commonly referred to as a life. Dr. Ha needed me in LA for three months. Suddenly the progression of my life was stopped in it’s tracks…
Some people describe certain points in their lives as coming to a fork in the road where they needed to make a choice, knowing the decision would alter their future in a profound way. Some may say that this was my fork. Should I stay or should I go? Should I do the three months in LA or carry on with my plans and go back to school and hope things didn’t get worse before I learned how to heal myself?
I however don’t think what has happened in the last couple of weeks brought me to a fork at all. The way I see it, I was speeding along a super highway, had at last come to see my destination and just as I was about to approach it, I came to a sudden screeching stop, swerved out of control, ran through a ditch and ended up on this very rocky unmarked trail of sickness and disease.
Other excerpts:
- Taking my own advice, (written December 6th, 2006)
- What Do You Want From Me, (written May 15th, 2006)
- And That Is The End Of That… Sort Of (written, December 17th, 2007)
