Date: 05-04-2010
Kim stopped by today. Gave me the official invitation to his wedding. Just have to be sure now that I'm able to go. Despite my cancer going into remission, I still feel sick. I constantly feel sick. The doctor says it's normal, especially since chemotherapy isn't exactly a perfect way to treat cancer. Better than radiation and surgery (in some cases) but not perfect. But he's confident I should be back to racing next season. That's all I really care about . . . getting back to normal as much as I can.
Anyway . . . Kim asked me the strangest of questions. Not something I was actually expecting out of him.
He asked me how come I hadn't asked Trixie to marry me.
Good question.
Why haven't I asked Trixie to marry me? I mean, this deal with the cancer has made me realize just how short life truly can be and I don't want to die with any regrets hanging over me. At least . . . not where Trixie is concerned.
Of course, before I pop that question, I should ask Trixie what she thinks about marriage. It isn't exactly something we've talked about. At the time, there were more important things to worry about . . . and now this.
Maybe I should give her a call . . .