Fast forward to November of 2022. The yo-yo that had all these neat plans for taking off and disappearing into the sunset has changed dramatically. Like really dramatically. Where to even begin.
Well, the guy who said he would very likely never get married again, is married. The guy who said that he was going to live on the road for as long as possible didn't do any of that. The guy who eventually wanted a small piece of land to farm and live off grid is living in the same 'ol town as before.
What happened to all of those plans? Well, they sort of got shit-canned. I'll fill in the gaps as I go along, but suffice it to say that basically 99% of the plans I had back all those years ago went sideways and into the trash can.
Now, this all may sound like I got kidnapped and held against my will or something. Well, that assumption would be wrong. I did retire essentially on schedule. I (we) did buy an RV. Notice I say 'we'. More on that in a second. 'We' did take off on several jaunts all over the country. Only very recently did we decide that running all over the country probably wasn't the best idea and came to the conclusion to sell the RV.
The biggest deciding factor for selling the rv was that I was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer. How's that for a game changer? So getting down to the brass tacks. This cancer is not curable. Eventually I will die from it. Sorry, I don't mean to get maudlin or be a Debbie-Downer, but it's the truth. I don't know when it will happen, but barring getting hit by a car or something, this sucker will get me.
Yes, I got to a plethora of doctors. Yes, I take a fist-full of pills every day. I also submit to lots of blood-taking and lots of other truly enjoyable and fun tests.
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