I did it two weeks ago, when I couldn't keep up with the group on a Thursday ride, chalking it up to the fact I had ridden hard the last two days, and just didn't have it.
Then this past Saturday, after getting my second flat within about 5 miles, and not being able to do the hammer zone portion of the ride, I rationalized I was tired, and needed to conserve my energy for the Sunday Palos Verdes ride, which is a pretty intense ride.
Now, while there was some truth to those excuses, I thought I was feeling good that Thursday, and I really did want to do the Hammer Zone on Saturday, and besides, it's never stopped me before from riding hard two or three days in a row.
But then yesterday, Edie got news her scheduled transplant was a no go. It seems she has experienced some heart damage, which I believe was the result of the Doxil (a drug I posted on just recently) she had been taking.
I'm pretty sure Edie wanted the transplant, even though I have always had my doubts about the efficacy of an autologous transplant, but when she received the news she didn't seem very upset.
She rationalized the disappointment away, stating it was probably best, since all the extra drugs etc. she would have had to take, could have resulted in further kidney damage, possibly putting her back on dialysis, a prospect she did not want to have to endure again. Now while there is some truth to that belief, I'm just not sure she really meant it.
Oh well, such is life. That's something I would normally say under these circumstances having always believed in fate and a predetermined destiny.
When something doesn't happen just the way you planned or expected, it's probably for some good reason, and there's nothing anyone could have done to change that eventual outcome anywaze.
Remember that old song, Que Sera Sera?
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