To a certain extent, Facebook has assumed the role this blog was originally intended fill. Add to that, my medical life has calmed down significantly over the last three years (Thank you, Jesus), and it adds up to my dearth of blogging. That said, I promised my friend Kim I would write another post, and given that Robbie is between summer camps this week, I find myself with the time and a minor topic about which to write.
First, medical: I got my 3-month check-up on June 20th and got the "come back in three months" release. Obviously, this is good news. It's been just at a year since I finished my last round of chemo; I'll take that 3 months any day of the week. For those new to the blog, understand that with CLL it's a question of when, not if, I'll have to start treatment again. CLL is my friend for life, and I'm hoping for a long relationship.
I also found out that six month ago I got hijacked by the lovely Dr. Ujjani. Dr. Ujjani saw me once when Dr. Cheson was out of town. I assumed she worked for him and made my next two appointments with her as well. I happened to bump into Dr. Cheson prior to my last appointment and discovered that she worked with--not for--him. Basically, I had transferred doctors without being aware of it. I like and respect Dr. Ujjani, and would suggest her highly to anyone, but I'm sticking with Dr. Cheson. He's done fine by me so far.
Now on to the topic: When Worlds Collide. I took a phone call this week from the president of a small company looking to provide basic aeronautical training to NAVAIR employees. It's a good idea--one we've kicked around before. Not for our aero engineers so much, but for the 'rank and file' folks for whom an basic understanding of how planes work and why some parts are more expensive than others might be useful. Anyway, someone gave him my name as a starting point. After our conversation, he said, "And how are you doing?" Hmm? That seemed a little odd--and a little personal. He continued, "Before I called I was doing some research. I googled your name and I read your blog. I hope all is going OK with you."
My first response was almost indignation, which died out almost immediately as I turned the feelings into words: "How dare you! This is a professional call and we have at most a professional relationship! How dare you look up and read personal information that I've only made available to...anyone who has a computer...and knows my name...and how to use Google...and...never mind." Fortunately that monologue took place entirely in my head; rather than making an ass of myself, I thanked him for his good wishes, assured him of my continuing good health, and promised to see if I could get his information in front of the right people.
Two years ago I spoke to a Cancer Survivors' Group in New Jersey about the value and power of keeping a blog. It's easy to forget that once you publish something on the web, it's out there. You lose all control over it. Not that I regret anything I've written, but this week's 'surprise' underscored the point like few things ever have. I know--and have taken pride in--there are people I've never met who've read this blog and found comfort and solace. I never stopped to think that they may not be the only 'strangers' tuning in.
Lesson which I share is that the world is very different that the one we once knew, that what goes on the web stays there, and that Life can surprise you every day.