....that is, tell me it can't be done,  Tell me 'No Way'.  Tell me 'Too Big', that I'm in over my head.  Very possibly, you're right.  It may be too big, some mechanical might happen, hell...we may get arrested or run over.  But, I need you.  See, I might not get run over, might not get sick, might actually get away with pacing and nutrition decisions, and what if... the fitness holds up?!  This is when I need to remember you, to remember you when you told me it can't be done.  I may lose sight of all of the chemo patients throwing up in their lap or crying in their loved one's arms because they don't think they can do another treatment.  And if that does happen, I will turn to you for strength.  I will remember that look, the one that wreaked of 'I won't say it to your face, I'll just wait til your gone'.  Let me thank you now.  You've helped this cause, you've helped all of the future patients, you may have even helped your grandkids.  Because, time will tell, but you may have just helped this bunch of screwballs pull this off.   If you're right, I'll take the punches.  If you're wrong, I'll be sure to thank you personally.


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Run-lots
Swim-for therapy


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