I wish terribly I had some exciting and uber-cool excuse for not having blogged in over a month. Unfortunately, the winning lottery ticket has continued to elude us, dashing hopes for now of running off to a luxury flat in London and taking up a British accent. The list of dreams continues to be a list on paper, with little in the last month to leave me breathless with wild stories of adventures fully-engaged in.
No, I did not attend Blogher — although I suppose that’s something I should strive to do someday if I want to be taken seriously (or, at the very least, have a chance to meet in person some of my blogger friends beyond Mumma Boo). Then again, I think you have to write more than once a lunar cycle to sit at the “cool table”.
Truth is, the last month has been your typical summer — balancing the continuing need to work with weekend getaways to kid-friendly destinations that usually involve people dressed up as story characters (“Look Daddy, the old lady DOES live in a shoe!”). Not that there’s anything wrong with this — in fact, I revel in the normality. But perhaps that is why my time in front of the computer screen has been spent staring blankly, before saying “screw it, I’ll just tweet.”
However, I’ll take this banality over the drama of previous summers, which leads me to thank all those who have donated thus far to my Jimmy Fund Walk . I am just shy of my $1000 goal, at which time I will be ordained with a pretty blue t-shirt that will match those of VM and VB, who along with the rest of our team have raised over $20,000 for ATRT Research. All of the families and team members involved appreciate the generosity we’ve seen to date. If you haven’t donated yet and would still like to, you can do so by going here.
It also leads me to ask for you all to send thoughts, prayers and meditations to our friend Princess, who was in treatment with VB. She has relapsed for the second time, and has once again begun a grueling treatment regimen in the hopes of a miracle. To put her journey in perspective — while VB was in treatment for about a year and a half, and is approaching 2 years post-treatment, Princess has been in treatment in one form or another that whole time. Chemo, radiation, stem cell transplants, months of quarantine… Although our road was not easy, Princess and her family continue to traverse a dark path that we are fortunate to have only had nightmares about. It has refocused our fundraising efforts, and reminded us of how difficult, nasty and overall shitty this particular cancer diagnosis is. Her family could use your strength.
Oh, I hear buzzing, which signals the beginning of my exciting Sunday night routine of folding laundry from the dryer. That’s me folks — Vampdaddy, the “thrill-seeker”. I promise to write again before we land another man on the moon….