Space mountain…

I wake up every morning with my ticket in hand. Ready for my daily rollercoaster ride. No two days are alike. Some days the ride is rather tame, almost meditative. Others the ride leaves me nauseous and sore. Today was the latter. It is my fault. I jinxed the day. Late last night I felt good. I turned into bravado Ian. I said to my wife “I might be turning the corner”. I missed that turn, went through the corner and crashed headlong into a brick wall. I hate when bravado Ian shows up and jinxes things. He is a nice enough fella but at times a bit of a goofy cheerleader. Today would be difficult to describe in a coherent sentence. So many topics to choose from. Pain, crusting, cracking, seeping, bleeding, peeling. In technical terms; a yucky day. The 5 days after treatment are said to be the worst. I can vouch for that. The fiery-paper-cut pain is gone. Replaced by what can only be described as hit-by-a-shovel-in-the-face pain. Both of my cheekbones feel deeply bruised. My face thumps with almost every heartbeat. But it is all good, I got this. I am gonna turn that corner. Soon, very soon. 
I write this as we wait for my friend Randy Meier to stop by. My daughter thinks Randy has the best hair on TV. She also thinks he is 32, Silly girl. Friends near and far. I have heard from so many of you. My dear friend Sari reached out on Facebook. It can be hard to see the nice Facebook posts, what with everyone’s social media feeds filled with political “facts”. Thank you Sari, shalom. Friends have made a world of difference during this time. I hope I can be that friend in return somewhere down the line. 
Gotta go, the rollercoaster is pulling into the platform. Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times…
Day 30. Thanks for stopping by.
God bless,
-Ian

Couple of sets of pics. Blue shirt pictures are at noon today…Grey shirts pictures are 6 PM today.