So, I have had a bit of feedback which I am happy to act upon.
In my last post “This time next week…” I referenced one of my friends, Tristan, in my explanation of the ethereal voice which battles my more sensible tendencies with much more frivolous and entertaining ideas of what to do with my time and dollars.
On reflection, despite the best efforts of self editing, it may read to infer that the real Tristan, rather than the internal chatter of my decision making process, was suggesting such rash decisions as not paying my mortgage as I’d be 6 feet under soon enough!
This is not the case.
Now if there is a party to be had, then he is certainly the chap to invite. You may not remember much the next morning as his measures of gin are legendary, but you will know that you had a bloody good time.
And only Tris can make suggesting a trip to the Alps with your bike, given the steepest hill you’d previously taken on was the 2% gradient en route to the Bunbury Co-Op, seem like a perfectly reasonable way to spend your free time.
But, although he may not appreciate this, in my opinion, he is one of the reasons the myeloma got picked up earlier than it would have had he not intervened way back on 2015.
IronMan Wales was integral to how my story has played out.
His support and coaching as I trained for IronMan was unwavering. He got me open water swimming, got me riding a road bike more efficiently and defied the Marshalls on race day to park himself around the course to make sure I was on target.
His input to my training directly influenced my ability to even start, let alone finish the event.
Had I not completed that race, I doubt I would have ended up in hospital when I did and therefore had the lesions picked up when they were. The sad fact with myeloma is that many people do not realise they have it until it is too late i.e. severe broken bones, kidney failure, serious infections.
I also would not achieved the summit of 3 stages of the Tour de France, been chauffeured from hospital to a party I have no recollection of attending (despite pictorial evidence of my presence) or have a roof on the new garage and office as he offered his services to get that done too.
Of course you can argue that I am reading more into this “butterfly effect” than is there, but I would strongly beg to differ.
I owe so much to so many people but wanted to set the record straight given I’d whimsically called him out in a previous post and make it known that he is very much a positive influence on this unfolding tale of doctors and nurses.
Despite a blinkered sporting affinity to all things Dragon, he is a thoroughly decent chap whose generosity literally knows no bounds.Everybody needs a Tristan in their circle of friends. Without his can-do attitude, half the fun things my group of mates have been through in recent years would not have happened without his just-get-on-with-it approach to life.
(But you might want to ask his wife her thoughts on this as she must have, in equal measure, a bottomless pit of patience for his antics)
He has directly influenced my fight against cancer for which I am hugely grateful.
Nice one Boyo