LIFT-OFF

The other night I had a dream. I was getting ready for a new adventure--flying into space. I was waiting around for the mission crew to get things going, wondering where they all were and wondering what was taking so much time. Finally everyone showed up 20 minutes before liftoff. I went out of the building expecting to see a rocket ship, but instead I saw a fast, futuristic jet on a tall intricate engineered support system of stilts. THAT would be the ship I would be taking to space. Wow! Its cosmetic appearance was black and silver with sleek smart lines. All of a sudden, the notion came to me that I might get nauseated up in space for the three days I would be there and I became a little frightened about going (I thoroughly hate being nauseated). I remembered the stories of John Glenn in space being rotated around for days--hard, but he wouldn't have missed it for anything. So then I thought to myself, “three days of nausea was worth what I would experience on my journey into space—three days was nothing. Oh, the things I would see and experience that most people wouldn’t. What an opportunity!” But, again a bit of doubt crept in as I also thought about my older body. Could it take the “g-forces” at lift-off. I imagined the skin on my face being plastered back as far as it could take (with 50 around the corner, one can only imagine the image I had in my mind), the force of my blood pounding, but then I remembered "they" had g-suits that would help my body handle it and figured, “why not!” I sucked it up, clapped my hands together to cheer myself on and said to all, “Let’s do this thing," as I headed for that awesome cool looking space jet.

Thursday AM I will head off for "cancer surgery" liftoff. I believe I will learn and experience things through this journey in my life that I would not otherwise be able to do. Time will tell where this journey will go, and “the places I will go.” Gotta' love the subconscious mind...