Uncle Lou long outlived his contemporaries. He ate like a bird and always made appointments. Lou Dameson died a few months back. As best we can tell, he was close to 100 years old—ages after lung cancer was supposed to have killed him.
He was an engineer with the detailed eye of someone of that profession. The old guy was crazy about appointments. When he went to the doctor, he was more worried about making his next appointment than keeping the current one. I’m convinced it was what kept him alive. You can’t die when you have stuff on the calendar.
There’s a lot of stuff coming up on the Nancarrow family calendar. The pathology report next week, treatment options to be laid out before us like some sort of radioactive menu. (Speaking of which, Hannah has me on a ketogenic diet. Think deprivation…and bad breath. I love her for it. ) We have beach walks to take and friends to see. Our buddy, Cheri Rouse, is helping to channel all of your energy into an organization that will help others.
But wait…it’s February and I’m due for a teeth cleaning. Don’t want to keep my hygienist waiting. Thanks Uncle Lou.