I've been a fan of RU basketball going back to the 70's. There's a thread about things that are no longer around since the last time RU made the NCAA tournament. I was almost on that list. I spent a good deal of last year in the hospital. Although the doctors never gave me odds, I didn't have to google very hard to see that it was a long shot. A lot of time is spent on worry and fear, but that wears out and you think of mundane things and things you'll miss. More than a few times I thought it would have been great to see RU in the 2020 tourney, but fate was not on my side.
Lost my hair. Lost 60 lbs. I received excellent care. I was put in an trial group. My medical insurance was fantastic and picked up nearly all of the cost which was well in excess of $1mil. My wife was the only person I could see and touch for months and she sustained me. We had a joke about not buying any green bananas, but now I'm feeling much better. I don't know the odds or the timeframe. I try to worry less and appreciate more, but mostly I'm not very changed. I jump out of my chair on bad calls, bad shots early in the shot clock, unforced turnovers, not boxing out, passing into the corner, moving screens ... but really I enjoy the game that I'll never play again. I enjoy the competition, the individual effort, and the step back shot or interior pass I wasn't anticipating. I'm grateful to Pike, Myles, Geo, the whole team, RU athletics, the university as a whole that opened up a world for me, and those fans who wandered with me in the desert for so long. I don't know what tomorrow may bring, but I'm grateful to have today, to have an NCAA bid, and to have hope. God bless all here.
Lost my hair. Lost 60 lbs. I received excellent care. I was put in an trial group. My medical insurance was fantastic and picked up nearly all of the cost which was well in excess of $1mil. My wife was the only person I could see and touch for months and she sustained me. We had a joke about not buying any green bananas, but now I'm feeling much better. I don't know the odds or the timeframe. I try to worry less and appreciate more, but mostly I'm not very changed. I jump out of my chair on bad calls, bad shots early in the shot clock, unforced turnovers, not boxing out, passing into the corner, moving screens ... but really I enjoy the game that I'll never play again. I enjoy the competition, the individual effort, and the step back shot or interior pass I wasn't anticipating. I'm grateful to Pike, Myles, Geo, the whole team, RU athletics, the university as a whole that opened up a world for me, and those fans who wandered with me in the desert for so long. I don't know what tomorrow may bring, but I'm grateful to have today, to have an NCAA bid, and to have hope. God bless all here.