12 hour workday

Gooooood morning Team Amir!  I hope you're well.  Ever since I was an engineering student I became a fan of 12 hour workdays...Back then my 12 hour work days consisted of school/labs, work, more school, and then some aloha time either in the pool, surf, or with friends n' family.

Then when I graduated and moved to LA the 12 hour work days were essential for me to succeed in the cut throat world of emerging media and business development....of course I always tried to have the balance with soccer, yoga, and fun times with my loved ones...well now that I'm a 1 of only10 found members of a rare cancer (seriously approx 10 documented cases have ever been discovered...cool eh :-) ) I again discover that the 12 hour work day still exists, n' it ain't that bad...

Yesterday I went in for happy hour numero dos - that means my second chemo therapy...I started the day as any other day when my mom and I are planning on doing something in the am...the Persion Version...and as you know we do it a little different in Persion Version...we woke up and had breakfast and left the house about 20 minutes after the time we were supposed to be at our destination....luckily Joanna and the ladies of 7 West were in good spirits - as usual - and didn't give me a hard time...actually they all gave me a hug instead...who knew cancer could get you chicks :-)

Soooo... fast forward to about 11am and I'm plug n' play...my port is in full motion and Jozilla already plugged in today's first cocktail directly to my chest...so at this point my daily strategy was in full force.  I've always been a fan of healing through the powers of the divine n universe - checkout my family's non-profit healingpaq.org)

....and today instead of asking for healing energy for myself, first I asked for healing energy for the liquids going into my body - fucking genius...the theory is that the juice is gonna get cooked up with healing energy and when it goes into my body - damn it feels better than a redbull vodka or a Patron silver on ice!

As there were other patients in the room, my Dai E. and I started playing with them as well...asking for energy for their cocktails too...and funny enough the two roomies who came in with frowns, turned them upside-down in no time...and after they were done ran outa' there with a spring in their step...good job guys...

So the day went by and as the juices kept flowing...fast forward to my oldest friend Jason E. coming to visit...the spiritual leader of 7 West having an awesome talk with us...RN coming over after work...and 2 sets of nurses changing on me...and then it's 7pm...damn 7 pm and I'm only 1/3 through happy hour...gotta man-up and drink more....it's Friday night and Sex & the City 2 just came out and the girls are excited to go see it...hah as if you can get tix the first night...better luck buying those Chimmi Choo shoes you've had your eye out on ladies :-)

So by the time 10pm came around I felt like I went to war and back...wounded and victorious....my stomach hurt, head ached, fingertips were numb, and I had a feeling there was a "kick me" sign drawn on my forehead while I napped for the last hour or so...

Going home felt good...and the day was really productive...I did work...saw some friends...helped heal myself and others...and I made a friend with a new nurse that Dai E. has a total crush on - lets see how I can make this work to my benefit :-)

And best of all the MMarijuana is really helping keep things down....everything is coming out of the right hole...and this morning I feel awesome...

OK time for some meditation, and then get ready for the 9:30 yoga class with moms and RN.

NJOY and Smile :-)