In 2005, I had a bone marrow transplant. This culminated a five year battle with cancer. On this date in 2016, I had some test results come back which were concerning.
Focus.
I need to maintain focus. I had some blood work come back. My deamon isn’t overtly exerting itself, but it is there. Waiting. One trigger and it’s over. I had some blood work come back.
My monocytes and calcium are both slightly elevated. Just slightly. But the two together combined with my medical history raises an eyebrow. I need to focus.
I have lost about five hours today since the phone call. Researching. Emailing. Calling. Mindless surfing to numb out and distract. I will distract by continuing as I have been, moving aggressively forward, more so, and being ever mindful of my deamon.
Perhaps this is not such a bad thing. Even if nothing comes of this, I will deliberately, incessantly stoke the coals of urgency ablaze. Even if nothing comes of this, I may only have another twenty years, or less. I must maintain focus and a sense of urgency. Be happy. Don’t complain. Remain urgent. I like it.
