So a few weeks ago I took a road trip with Dave-o to visit TJ & Joan in Chicago. We also were able to get together with another old college pal and roommate, Jorge. Joan had a bunch of things planned including a Cubbies game, a visit tho the Chicago Art Festival, a party at her sister's home (Kathy & Dave), and then a trip to the Chicago Blues festival. A perfect weekend! The only thing I had to promise to Joan was to perform my Cancer Free Jig. Naturally, I made the promise!
I think a little explanation is due here! The Cancer Free Jig, or CFJ as it is uncommonly known to most, is a jig that I witnessed on my 1st day of radiation treatment (oh so long ago). As I was about to go into my first of many zaps, a lady was coming out of the lab with a certificate in hand. As soon as she made it through the door, she broke out into a spontaneous dance and declared it her CFJ. I was quite taken with it. It made quite the impression on me and when I told Joan about it she said that I was going to have to perform one too. She also said that she was going to have to see it. So, I agreed. Thus, the CFG promise made for the Chi-town Road Trip.
The trip went almost as planned. TJ, Dave-o, & I went to the Cubbies game with a stop at the Sears Tower (how touristy of us). The tower was great, the Cubs game was a blast (Cubs lost though) and the three of us laughed a bunch!
The next day we went to the art festival with Joan's sister & bro-in-law (Kathy & Dave), Jorge came along, and a bunch of other folks too. It made for a wonderful afternoon. And we laughed a bunch!
This was followed by the party at Kathy & Dave's place (a tradition for the apres art fest times as I understand it). As the night went on, we laughed a bunch. The party was a blast, people were fantastically nice. And we laughed a bunch more!
During the party, I promised to dance my CFJ, as long as I didn't dance alone. So there were a few volunteers that joined in. Here are the pictures to prove it.
And we laughed more!!!
Unfortunately, sometime after the jig was completed, I ended up falling down the stairs at Kathy & Dave's place. No need for long explanations here, suffice it to say that good times were had by all and we laughed a bunch. Joan's other sister Carol helped to break my fall a little (thanks Carol), but the net result was a nasty soreness on my left side.
The next day it took me about 20 minutes to work my way out of bed, literally. So it was off to the Emergency Room with Joan, TJ & Dave-o where we ran into a doctor with a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, it really hurt to laugh. Thus, I believe that the doctor, TJ, & Dave-o took it as a personal challenge to keep me guffawing. And we laughed a bunch!
After a few x-rays (Joan accompanying me all the way as she always seems to do), confirmation came in as to why I hurt when I laughed. I was the proud owner of 2 broken ribs on my left side. OUCH!! (should you have the opportunity to experience this, do yourself a favor and pass it by) This curtailed the laughter a bit, but not completely! There were some good snickers that ensued that were at my expense, naturally.
Unfortunately, the broken ribs put a damper on our trip to the blues festival, but I was still able to spend some great times with the the gang, and Jorge caught up to us too. And we laughed a bunch (even if it hurt a bit).
Well, the trip was much needed even if the price was a soreness in my rib area that reminded me of my post surgical pain. However, the stories that have propagated from the weekend has provided a great deal of laughs. And in those immortal words of Mary Pettibone Poole, "He who laughs, lasts" I plan to keep dancing, laugh a bunch more, and last a long time! Watch me live!
Life is good!
PS: Sorry it's taken so long since the last posting. I hope all is well with you all.
2 comments:
sounds like you had a wonderful trip!!! Hope the ribs heal quickly. - Veronica
mmmmm, ribs...
Homer J.S.
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