Time to bid farewell to “Freyne Land.”
It’s been a great run. New writing challenges ahead.
Heck, I’ve outlived Tim Russert by six months!
In fact, thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, and six months of chemotherapy from the good folks at the Mary Fanny on Hospital Hill, I beat the deadly cancer that was on track to end it all about one year ago.
But along the way, something else popped up. Had one of those grand mal seizures during a chemotherapy session. They did tests, but couldn’t explain it. And I, Dr. Freyne, figured it was a reaction to the chemo-dose going in too fast. Sensitive, Pete!
Anyway, for more than a year I took my twice-a-day anti-convulsive pharmaceuticals like a good boy. Felt fine, but felt slightly “different.”
However, I never appreciated how important those little yellow pills were until I stopped taking them for two days earlier this month. I started feeling like my “old” self again!
Then, bingo-bango! Had another seizure and ended back up in the Mary Fanny. Learned my lesson well.
Each day of life is a gift.
It’s got to be for a reason, eh?
And it only works best when we realize we’re in it together.
That’s the only way we’ll get this country back on course.
The Bums of Bush Land have taken a very heavy toll, but the times are a-changing.
See ya out there!
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