This week, coming, is going to be a hard one for both Joe and me. We were to have flown to the United Kingdom on Thursday in advance of a several week lecture tour. However, life intervened, and we had to cancel a few weeks ago.
There are now some rumours that I am on my deathbed.
That I have retired because of health.
That I will no longer be able to work, or to travel, or to lecture.
Oscar Wilde quipped that the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. In this case, I'd have to disagree.
I don't like to write about my personal health concerns here on the blog but I feel, in this instance, I must. A routine visit with my doctor had me sent to see some specialists - they all agreed that I needed treatment and needed that treatment to happen immediately and that the treatment would continue well into the time I was scheduled to be in the United Kingdom. They also said, and this part is hard for people to hear for some reason, that the treatment was very, very, likely to solve the problem, that I'd be able to travel again immediately after it was done, that the only days I'd miss from work were treatment days.
I was cleared to make the trip to the Maritimes because there was a couple weeks of 'pre-treatment' to be done that Joe could do. So, while I was there, working, travelling and lecturing I was undergoing the 'pre-treatment' regime. Didn't miss a lecture, didn't slow me down at all.
My response to the treatment has been rapid, near miraculous. The doctors and the nurses have all been quite astonished. I've had little groups of doctors come in to examine the progress and compare it to the 'pre treatment' photos that I allowed them to take. Anyways, I'm good. I continue to be good. I feel well. I continue to feel well.
I'll be doing a couple lectures this month in the Toronto area.
I'm making my first post treatment flight in May to do a series of lectures.
This is my way of saying: I'm fine.
So if you hear those rumours, you have it from me, they aren't true and have never been true. Particularly in terms of retirement. You don't retire from a movement! I am in my sixties and the words 'retirement' and 'future' have never been used in the same sentence.
I feel really uncomfortable publishing this.
I had no intention of writing about it.
Because I thought it would start rumours.
Now I'm writing it to end them.