That is what my kiddos call the baby hair growing back on my head. It has been almost two weeks of growth now and my scalp is no longer ghost pale as if I were wearing a tight, white speedo swim cap. When I ask the doctors if it will all grow back, they answer, “Probably, but maybe not. We will see.” That is a pretty common answer from my doctors. Apparently, we are in somewhat uncharted waters.
Two weeks ago, I stood in my driveway as my oldest son, Shawn, gave me a hug, climbed into his SUV, and drove away down the street. He waved to me, and as I waved back I whispered, “God, please bless your son as he rides into this next chapter of his life in pursuit of his dream to play quarterback in college.”
Last week was my 56thbirthday and the outpouring of best wishes from family and friends near and far was humbling to my heart. Unbeknownst to most, my wife and I were called to Duke Hospital for unscheduled blood tests and a visit with my oncologist earlier in the week, July 3rd. The timing was eerily similar to five years ago, almost to the day, when I received a phone call from Duke telling me I had leukemia…
It is February of 2018 already. Time flies, and I say that with all respect in the world for time, given that four-and-a-half years ago I sat in a room at Duke University Oncology with an IV in my arm delivering toxic chemicals into my system in hopes of beating down the leukemia cells that had taken over 95% of my blood.
It has been quite the start to a new year already, this 2017. 2016 ended with ten weeks of outpatient intravenous chemotherapy before my family and I headed to Pittsburgh for the holidays. Unfortunately a bone marrow biopsy revealed that the drugs I was being administered did not make enough improvement against the leukemia, so we decided to start a different protocol.
I love my wife and I have no doubt she loves me. That being said, there are some things that we just have to agree to disagree about; one of them is driving. I don’t know when it happened, but I have become a very slow and cautious driver these past couple years. I used to call these kind of drivers “Mr. and Mrs. Fossil”...
I sat there, marinating in thought and still slightly unsettled at heart. Perhaps I was anxious about my blood test, or troubled by the news on TV and concern for our country, or both. Just then I heard the voice in my heart again. "Scott, your soul has no color either. Color is your issue, not mine.” I looked up above the top of the Chapel.
My prayer on this INDEPENDENCE DAY is that we commemorate our country’s independence from tyranny, yes; but moreover, we recognize our DEPENDANCE on the God that has blessed our country with prosperity and protection for so long and that we also realize that the United States of America was in fact initially founded on those covenant principals between us and HIM.
Even though it may not end up that my leukemia is cured and I live happily ever after until I am 80 some years of age. Even though so many have prayed fervently for me and our family. Even if the chemistry fails. Is my faith still intact and strong enough to endure, and live and love exactly the same as I have been?
In life, especially when things don’t go your way, despite your best effort, I've learned that sometimes you have to take it like a man. I have been able to apply that message over and over in my adult life, especially the past few years with the deaths in our family and even with my leukemia diagnosis...
"In life, there is much more value in the journey, than there is at the destination!" - Coach Wilson
I was stopped in my tracks. I have always understood that intuitively, and even experientially, but I have never heard it put so succinctly. As I reflected on my athletic career and my entire life I found that it rang true for every season.
I have so thoroughly enjoyed writing and sharing this blog with so many. The responses have been uplifting and inspiring and I am grateful. A few people have asked me why I write and what is the point to my offerings? The answer is DUPLICITY. The duplicity of preparing to die, and still preparing to continue to live. Let me explain.
With THE QB MENTOR out in ebook at Amazon and Barnes & Noble and the paperback available for Christmas delivery via the website www.qbmentorbook.com, I found myself reading through some of the old notes from the classes that Coach Wilson had given to my son Shawn over the past 18 months and something he shared in one class really hit me.
Never look at the enormity of the task at hand or the proverbial hill you are climbing, while you are climbing, while you are mid-task. Once you put your mind into the task, then focus on the NEXT STEP all the way through. Just keep taking the next step, especially when the challenge is large and the incline steep.