If you are like me and want writers to just get to the point, my point here is for you to think once again on how you are spending your time. To use the title of a song I like: “Live Like You Are Dying.”

I am an Eagles fan. Nancy and I saw them perform at least 40 years ago. The only thing I can use to trace the date was my memory that Hotel California had just hit the record charts. It was either their tour in 1976 or 1977. Wow that seems like forever long ago now.

I know that I promised you that my last blog post was my last blog post. But, perhaps even turning 75 this month I struggle to let go. I mention that in the context of the Eagles asking you to excuse me because they have had more farewell tours than I have had last blog posts.

When I look now, I am not sure I know the singers making up The Eagles. It’s like watching the Beach Boys, but the only original singer is Mike Love.

Forgive me for posting again and interrupting your day and please take what I am to share with you as a fatherly advice about life. So here goes.

In the late fall I had a pinched nerve in my neck that made sleeping almost impossible because the pain radiated from my shoulder to my little finger. When nothing improved I went to a neurologist. Long story, but the only positive thing he did was send me for therapy.

Finally out of desperation I went to my primary care doctor, The next day I had an X-Ray. As expected it showed lots of arthritis in my neck and shoulder. The next day my doctor sent me for an MRI. In addition to problems with nerves and arthritis it showed two lumps on left side of my neck. The next day I had a CT scan which confirmed the lumps. A week later I had a biopsy.

You know where this is going, right? The biopsy showed the lumps were cancer. Last week I had what is called a PET Scan to see if the cancer had spread. The next day I saw the surgeon, a renowned guy from Fort Worth who will operate on me February 28.

Nancy and I have seen six doctors this week. I am still trying to figure out why they can’t share the answers to the patient application form.

I know two things. Without surgery I will be dead in a manner of months. With surgery I am not sure my life will ever be the same.

I will be 75 this month. I am several years older than my father was when he died. That said, I had never in my worst dreams thought I would get serious cancer.

I am working on my third novel for those of you who have followed my writing. Every novel needs a theme. Mine is this:

There is no greater pressure as a lawyer than representing a teenager whose entire future depends on you and whose trial is delayed again and again and again for 18 months due to COVID.

Are you an editor or a proofreader? I haven’t started either process and because of COVID I have changed the order that things happened.

I will leave you with something I have shared more than once. My partners and friends were astonished when I gave up my law practice after my most successful year to coach the next generation of lawyers. Wow, you will never imagine what a financial hit I took.

You will also never imagine my satisfaction working with the next generation. If you are one of them, your kids were in diapers and know many of them are in college. I hope I made a contribution that made my clients more successful. But, I know I helped some of you become rainmakers and firm leaders. For that and the relationships developed from that I will be forever grateful.

I will once again promise this is my last blog post.