“We have a chemo chair reserved for you”…
For some reason the first thing this statement made me think of was the barber shop. Eastgate Barber Shop over off Franklin St.
Spent some time there back in the day. Hop in the chair, let the ol’ Wayne hack away for a bit while you tell him about your girlfriend, UNC sports, fishing, maybe your soccer game. Sit in fear as he shaved your neck with that super sharp, grande razor. Then about 20 minutes later he swings you around 180 degrees to look in the mirror…and boom. Bowl cut. Too short. Parted way too much. Nerdy looking. Something was never right. I remember walking out and rubbing my hands all through it, messing it up. Would always feel better after that. Enjoyed chatting with the barbers and listening to other guys in there yucking it up made you feel like you were older than you really were. It was cool.
Believe it or not, I don’t spend much time in those chairs any more. My DNA has evolved me into a barber myself, buzzing, cutting, clipping and shaving my own hair. Cheaper. Less surprises. But not the same experience. And now I’m going to be in a new chair due to my DNA (and just some shit luck). Certainly will be a new, and not so cool, experience.
It looks like I will be starting chemo late next week, or POSSIBLY the PD1 drug. Few more days of waiting on those biopsy results. There is a chair with my name on it reserved for Friday morning. So wheels are in motion. This cancer is in for a mean cut.
Our first feeling is we are glad that something is happening on Friday. Our second feeling is that it should not be this. It should be sipping an adult beverage at sunset at the beach. We will be catching up with you in person this week. If one hundred per cent love and admiration from Moore County will help, you have it.
Let’s do this. #mojowarriors #lovetru
Sam – I have been thinking about you a lot lately and I wanted to do something crazy and goofy to put a smile on your face. So, I made you a song and a video. I heard a Doors song on the radio the other day and the memories of late night jam sessions in Graham hall came to mind. Enjoy & please laugh hard at me……… http://youtu.be/G1FhxdL-Fuk
Your pal and Mojo Warrior,
Hughes
Sam,
Waiting – not something any of us do well, particularly in a culture that provides instant communication, food, etc. Listen to what the great prophet, Isaiah, says about waiting.
“Have you not known, have you not heard, the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth neither faints nor is weary. There is no searching of His understanding. Those who WAIT on the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary , they shall walk and not faint.”
May the One who created you help you wait well in these coming days, as He reveals that He is, indeed, exactly as He is described above !
Reading your words, checking in on your progress, praying for you my friend. You got this! B
I don’t know how long you’ll have to sit in the chair, but please let me know if you need anything (delicious homemade food, spotify playlists, interesting things to read). I’m crazy good at coordinating.