One year and two days ago I rang the gong. The gong hangs in the UNC radiology department of the cancer hospital. When you finish your treatment regimen you can ring the gong. I hit it with all my might. At that point I had lost 30% of my body mass and had been puking for about three weeks so I was pretty weak.
Since then I have recovered enough to get my medical and return to flight instruction. I still don’t have the stamina to attempt motorcycle instruction, mainly because of the long hours on the range with out protection from the elements. I try to PT most everyday. I am still too weak to put on a good show but I am getting stronger. The pain still sucks a lot of the fun out of things but it builds character.
Thank God for my lovely wife and awesome friends and family.