Yesterday Was Quite the Day
I had a lot of experiences packed into a single day—something I haven’t done in a long time. Sure, I’ve had plenty of thoughts in a day, but not as many actual experiences. Maybe Penthouse Dude was testing me because I honestly can’t remember the last time I had to address so many different things in one 24-hour period. And yes, I could have avoided a Fresh Prince of Bel-Air reference, but why would I? My life got flipped-turned upside down, and here I am about to break down everything that went down yesterday.
If this doesn’t interest you… thanks for playing What Did Cancer Mike Accomplish Yesterday? and try again tomorrow. Can you live with the guilt of stopping now? Old OT could! Yep, we have a new entry in my dictionary: OT. That’s an inside joke, but trust me, it’ll be appreciated when the right person reads this. And we know OT isn’t reading because, well, there are no more needs from me.
For those sticking around, don’t worry—this will be brief. A few of yesterday’s experiences were similar and just required me to come to terms with things. Well, one was a bit major, but I’m glad I finally got there. And as you can see, today should be a normal day again because I’m clearly in peak rambling form this morning—typing faster than Twig can spin.
Coming to Terms with Yesterday
There’s an event coming up in a few days that I’ve really struggled with—how to handle it, what to think about it. First off, I couldn’t be more grateful to the people putting it together. I keep seeing the flyer on Facebook (because, let’s be honest, I have it open most of the day). Hopefully, once chemo wraps up, I’ll get out of this chair more, but for now, here we are.
I hate the position I’ve put myself and my family in with my years of a carefree lifestyle. No, it didn’t include a yacht, but let’s just say I wasn’t exactly making financially smart choices. I earned what I had, and maybe that’s why I had the “do whatever you want with it but definitely don’t save any of it” attitude. A few deals went south, and maybe one day I can sort them out, but for now, I live with the regret.
Yesterday, though, I finally came to terms with the fact that this event will be just fine. A Coach helped me realize this, and I owe him a thank you. How? By sharing a post about the event that reminded me why I was ever part of that program in the first place—because I wanted to be. No financial gain, no obligation—just because I wanted to.
That time on The Hill was an incredible period in my life. Over time, players and families moved on, but the Coach and I stayed in touch. I still talk to some of the players and their families, just not as often. I’ll write more about The Hill another day, but for now, I’ll just say this: I’ve realized I have a rare opportunity to bring together all the good people in my life for one brief moment and thank them. Not everyone gets that chance, and by Penthouse Dude, I’m taking it.
I also get now why I was always welcomed back then—it wasn’t because of anything other than wanting to be there. The same goes for the event organizers and everyone involved.
I know my thoughts are a bit jumbled, but at least I tried to make a point.
The Biggest Experience of the Day
Last Friday, my family took a big hit—jobs gone in an instant. Just poof. It happens. We’re not the first or the last to go through it. We’ll survive and, in the long run, probably come out better. It won’t be easy, but I truly believe we’ll look back one day and be grateful for this challenge.
My daughter Brittany took the hardest hit from this. Those who know her understand she’s been fighting a battle for a long time. She made a tough choice a few years ago to turn things around, and it hasn’t been easy. It’s a lifelong battle. A few years ago, this kind of financial blow would have devastated her. I won’t say it’s easy now, but yesterday, I realized something: this isn’t playing out the way I expected.
She’s handling it better than a lot of people would. Sure, I’m sure she was angry. I bet OT got an earful. But instead of staying in that anger, she got motivated. She’s making the right moves. She’s doing well.
She’s asked me over the years where I think she stands in her journey. Yesterday, it finally hit me—she’s good. She’s been good. The issue wasn’t with her—it was with me. I needed to come to terms with the fact that I’ve done all I can do (maybe more than I should have). I needed to step back, look at her progress, and trust her. This whole job loss situation forced me to finally see it.
I can’t control Brittany’s journey. I can give my opinion, but I can’t force it on her. And yesterday, I realized—she doesn’t need my opinion. She just needs my support.
For the first time since she turned things around, I truly believe she’s got this. That’s a huge step for me, and I think it’ll lead to some great times ahead. Brittany is a fighter, and she’s going to come out of this even stronger.
One Last Thing—Cornhole
I had already decided on Tuesday that I was going to play cornhole last night. I went back and forth about it all day, but when the time came, I went for it.
Listen, if it weren’t for this whole cancer thing, I have no doubt I would have been the next great cornhole champion of the world. It had been three or four months since I last played, but last night, it felt like I hadn’t missed a day. I carried all my rounder partners and my bracket partner—straight to the pooper, but hey, I carried them!
I went last night because OT has impacted this group, too, and next week might be the last Toss Nation tournament. With chemo on Monday, last night was probably my last shot to play with them, and I didn’t want to miss it. It ended up being the biggest turnout Toss Nation has ever had for a regular tournament, and I’m truly grateful I was part of it.
If Toss Nation can’t find another home, it’ll be a real shame. The just being there and around you guys' energy last night was something else.
Thank you to everyone who let me play and for all the well wishes. You guys are amazing.
Wrapping It Up
That’s it—I’m done. I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m starting to feel like I’m stealing your oxygen, and the last thing I want to be is an Oxygen Thief! Someone’s smiling right now.
Have a GREAT day,
A Simple Man
If this doesn’t interest you… thanks for playing What Did Cancer Mike Accomplish Yesterday? and try again tomorrow. Can you live with the guilt of stopping now? Old OT could! Yep, we have a new entry in my dictionary: OT. That’s an inside joke, but trust me, it’ll be appreciated when the right person reads this. And we know OT isn’t reading because, well, there are no more needs from me.
For those sticking around, don’t worry—this will be brief. A few of yesterday’s experiences were similar and just required me to come to terms with things. Well, one was a bit major, but I’m glad I finally got there. And as you can see, today should be a normal day again because I’m clearly in peak rambling form this morning—typing faster than Twig can spin.
Coming to Terms with Yesterday
There’s an event coming up in a few days that I’ve really struggled with—how to handle it, what to think about it. First off, I couldn’t be more grateful to the people putting it together. I keep seeing the flyer on Facebook (because, let’s be honest, I have it open most of the day). Hopefully, once chemo wraps up, I’ll get out of this chair more, but for now, here we are.
I hate the position I’ve put myself and my family in with my years of a carefree lifestyle. No, it didn’t include a yacht, but let’s just say I wasn’t exactly making financially smart choices. I earned what I had, and maybe that’s why I had the “do whatever you want with it but definitely don’t save any of it” attitude. A few deals went south, and maybe one day I can sort them out, but for now, I live with the regret.
Yesterday, though, I finally came to terms with the fact that this event will be just fine. A Coach helped me realize this, and I owe him a thank you. How? By sharing a post about the event that reminded me why I was ever part of that program in the first place—because I wanted to be. No financial gain, no obligation—just because I wanted to.
That time on The Hill was an incredible period in my life. Over time, players and families moved on, but the Coach and I stayed in touch. I still talk to some of the players and their families, just not as often. I’ll write more about The Hill another day, but for now, I’ll just say this: I’ve realized I have a rare opportunity to bring together all the good people in my life for one brief moment and thank them. Not everyone gets that chance, and by Penthouse Dude, I’m taking it.
I also get now why I was always welcomed back then—it wasn’t because of anything other than wanting to be there. The same goes for the event organizers and everyone involved.
I know my thoughts are a bit jumbled, but at least I tried to make a point.
The Biggest Experience of the Day
Last Friday, my family took a big hit—jobs gone in an instant. Just poof. It happens. We’re not the first or the last to go through it. We’ll survive and, in the long run, probably come out better. It won’t be easy, but I truly believe we’ll look back one day and be grateful for this challenge.
My daughter Brittany took the hardest hit from this. Those who know her understand she’s been fighting a battle for a long time. She made a tough choice a few years ago to turn things around, and it hasn’t been easy. It’s a lifelong battle. A few years ago, this kind of financial blow would have devastated her. I won’t say it’s easy now, but yesterday, I realized something: this isn’t playing out the way I expected.
She’s handling it better than a lot of people would. Sure, I’m sure she was angry. I bet OT got an earful. But instead of staying in that anger, she got motivated. She’s making the right moves. She’s doing well.
She’s asked me over the years where I think she stands in her journey. Yesterday, it finally hit me—she’s good. She’s been good. The issue wasn’t with her—it was with me. I needed to come to terms with the fact that I’ve done all I can do (maybe more than I should have). I needed to step back, look at her progress, and trust her. This whole job loss situation forced me to finally see it.
I can’t control Brittany’s journey. I can give my opinion, but I can’t force it on her. And yesterday, I realized—she doesn’t need my opinion. She just needs my support.
For the first time since she turned things around, I truly believe she’s got this. That’s a huge step for me, and I think it’ll lead to some great times ahead. Brittany is a fighter, and she’s going to come out of this even stronger.
One Last Thing—Cornhole
I had already decided on Tuesday that I was going to play cornhole last night. I went back and forth about it all day, but when the time came, I went for it.
Listen, if it weren’t for this whole cancer thing, I have no doubt I would have been the next great cornhole champion of the world. It had been three or four months since I last played, but last night, it felt like I hadn’t missed a day. I carried all my rounder partners and my bracket partner—straight to the pooper, but hey, I carried them!
I went last night because OT has impacted this group, too, and next week might be the last Toss Nation tournament. With chemo on Monday, last night was probably my last shot to play with them, and I didn’t want to miss it. It ended up being the biggest turnout Toss Nation has ever had for a regular tournament, and I’m truly grateful I was part of it.
If Toss Nation can’t find another home, it’ll be a real shame. The just being there and around you guys' energy last night was something else.
Thank you to everyone who let me play and for all the well wishes. You guys are amazing.
Wrapping It Up
That’s it—I’m done. I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I’m starting to feel like I’m stealing your oxygen, and the last thing I want to be is an Oxygen Thief! Someone’s smiling right now.
Have a GREAT day,
A Simple Man
— Thig on the Wheel spun by AI cleaning!