Went out surfing today for the first time in about 16 years. The result, pretty bad! However, can't be surprised considering I only surfed about 10 times before. However, it was great to just be out there again. The water was warm, the sea air was salty, and the set of waves came in nicely. Now I get to enjoy a few days of really sore arms, the experience of having gone out there, but most importantly, not having the regret of not going.

So why now, after 16 years? I guess it's part of the "don't be a human being, but a human living' mandate given to me by Dr. Wertheimer. Also, I've been recently living with the mindset of, "Might as well..." My loved ones and people who care about me have been encouraging through this ordeal. They've encouraged me to believe that I will live beyond my prognosis, no problem. However, I guess for some, myself included, it's easier said than done.