AM I TO BE A SPINELESS BASTARD?

 Now that I took a day to digest the diagnosis from my neurologist team, I will give you the Reader's Digest condensed version.

It's official. My spine CANNOT handle a thirteenth surgery.

Even if it were possible there is nothing left to repair due to the advance Osteoporosis from post experimental radical radiation.

One of the surgeons actually told me to look into obtaining an "electric wheelchair", not a scooter, an actual wheelchair.

When I picked my jaw up off the floor I asked him why and what the frack was he talking about.

Apparently they would rather I limit LITERALLY EVERYTHING I do to a bare minimum. No lifting, walking, twisting, bending or holding in a serious amount of flatulence!

With the reccurance of the cauda equina so soon and the advancement of the Osteoporosis, my spine could collapse at any moment and when it does it will permanently damage the cauda equina.

There is no way to predict when this will happen, but it will.

WHEN IT DOES I WILL IMMEDIATELY BECOME A PARAPLEGIC.

Or so they say.

HERE'S MY DIAGNOSIS OF THEIR DIAGNOSIS .....

To quote Greg Holden's song "Lost Boy" 

"I WILL NOT BE COMMANDED. I WILL NOT BE CONTROLLED. I WILL NOT LET MY FUTURE GO ON WITHOUT THE HELP OF MY SOUL".

I know that I will be around for many years to come.

If not, well Campers, I have lived a series of unique lives. Most my "lives" were and are full of tragedy.

But, the love I share from my family, friends, neighbours, acquaintances, strangers and most of all my Precious Princesses Ruffles and Pringles is pure and true.

True love heals.

YOU ALL ARE HEALING ME!

I am NOT going to live like some fragile old man.

Living is a state of the mind.

I am going to live.

Simple as that!