I am living in Colorado. I am a human being, not a human do-ing. This year’s significant event: I survived prostate cancer (PCa). It wasn’t my first rodeo. I was cured of thyroid cancer in 1996. They say PCa recovery can take about a year. That’s my struggle after eight months. I can’t complain. I was never in fear of my life, though I would call it a brush with death.
I had another brush with death exactly three weeks ago, a hit-and-run. I neither saw the driver nor learned the driver’s name or sex. I was riding my gravel bike (Trek Checkpoint ALR 5 Driftless) northbound up a neighborhood thoroughfare. An SUV struck me broadside as it turned from a side street and headed southbound on the thoroughfare. The driver did not stop at the intersection, did not stop to render aid. I didn’t catch the plate, but I saw a dark background and 6 white letters & numbers. The collision injured my right side. I was checked out at the nearest urgent care and discharged. Eyewitnesses, a husband and wife with two kids in car seats, rendered aid. They drove me home with my damaged bike. I called 911 from my home and spoke to a state trooper, who handed me off to another trooper who was closer to me. That trooper called me and instructed me to file the report online because no troopers were available to meet me at home. (They were responding to three fatal freeway accidents.) I flagged the report as a crash that resulted in over $1000 in damage. That didn’t make any difference. Nobody ever followed up with me. I am very grateful I wasn’t killed or seriously injured. Still, I sting from the injustice. How could a neighbor be so callous?!
I intend to write more about my PCa and the hit-and-run. Stating my intent here should help me be accountable.
I am caring for the people I love the most, striving to love my family, friends, acquaintances, and neighbors; and I am re-energizing (my primary hobby is reading and writing on the internet) so I can pace myself to do what matters most.
Every day I listen to the ESV: Daily Office Lectionary. You should, too. (Derek Sivers, you are in my prayers, as I said.)
I don’t have plans to replace my bicycle. The mental scar prevents. I hike in reasonable weather. Look me up on Strava, as biking and hiking are a couple ways I re-energize.
I attempted to retire last year (#2dbbd60). It lasted less than three months. Now I am writing a book. I purport to freelance as a Technologist, though my leads have not panned out. I’m not getting paid.
Kudos Derek Sivers for the idea to make a Now page. See nownownow.com.
Last updated October 16, 2025
