Just around the corner

Well, I've been to Spain three times to trek the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.
One trip, my Norwegian friend, Tom, and I spent the night just across the border from Spain in France at a woman's house who rented beds to pilgrims, then we crossed the Pyrenees mountains the next morning on our way to Pamplona. Another trip, I took an overnight train from A Coruna on the northwest coast of Spain to Barcelona, met a couple of young Spanish dudes early on during the trip, smoked some wacky tabacky out on the platform during a late-night stop, and spent the rest of the ride drinking beer in the dining car. 
I spent a week in Costa Rica.
Drove Route 66 from downtown Chicago to Santa Monica.
Learned to pole vault the summer I turned 60 and later placed 7th at the National Senior Games in Albuquerque.
Wrote a book, found a small publisher who liked it, and started a publishing career that has resulted in 20 books (I think) listed on Amazon and other outlets. Some books have earned best-seller ranking.
A few of my greatest adventures.
Now, it looks like I'm about to embark on an adventure that tops them all.
Chemotherapy for cancer.
Yeah, I know ... I still can't quite believe it.
I always said if something like this happened to me, I would never take chemo. I have friends now who say the same thing.
Well, that's easy to say, but the game changes when a doctor says "the C word."
Everything changes.
So, in a week-and-a-half, I will volunteer to let someone infuse toxic chemicals into my veins, in hopes of eradicating this shit. 
My MDA Anderson oncologist says we are still looking at a cure, and with the type of cancer I have, it seems like the right move.
​Let the fun begin ...