By Randy Rawls
As the old cliché says, sometimes things happen for the best. I feel like I'm in one of those times. First, I was diagnosed with head and throat cancer. Not something I was happy with, but—no one asked my permission. The chemotherapy so far has been nasty, but effective. I don't mean nasty in the way that some people have felt it. No, I've been blessed with minimal side effects. Loss of weight (regained), loss of appetite (regained), loss of taste buds (regained) and a truly ugly rash on my arms and legs (still there). Sunday, Ronnie and I move to Jacksonsville, FL where I'll continue my treatment at the U of FL Proton Therapy Center. There'll be more chemo and proton radiation. Hopefully, my body will handle that as easily as it handled the radical chemo at Boca Raton Regional Hospital.
The second occurrence is much more pleasant. Ronnie and I were married today (Wednesday, April 2nd). Yeah, we've been together for fifteen years, but it just seemed like the right time to make it official. First, cancer, then marriage to the woman I love. Don't know where the cancer will take me, but I have confidence in facing it with Ronnie by my side.
Would we have married if cancer hadn't come along? Don't know, but, to repeat myself, sometimes things happen for the best.