And it didn't kill me......

It started as I was driving home from getting scans.  I was passing the Willard Bay area and I couldn't believe my eyes, it was snowing.  Not a particularly unbelievable action for an April afternoon, it was the thought that in a couple of hours I would be camping there.  This was not the most ideal way to spend my Friday night.  I would be camping with the scouts overnight, in the cold, and then walking ten miles the next day, yes, I said TEN miles.

 Well, I made it through it and didn't even die, yet. 
In preparation I have been walking a mile to a mile and a half occasionally with Peggy and Morgan.  Morgan has been jogging the mile and half with a 20 lb pack on. 

Everything went well and everyone was returned home, I think.  I know the boys I took made it home, and Morgan and I made it home, apart from that not sure of a whole lot. 
As of posting time today, late afternoon, I can hardly move.  But a year ago this wasn't even an option, so I am pretty excited.  Only 4 more ten milers and a 20 miler to go.  Then the hiking merit badge will be earned for these boys.
 Then comes the Cycling merit badge, any volunteers to take my place?  2 ten mile rides, 2 15 mile rides, 2 25 mile rides, and (drum roll please) 1 50 mile ride.  I think they are trying to kill me off now that I am feeling better.  Just kidding, this feels great! 
My wife is making fun of me and my crippled up walking I have been doing.
Merry Christmas and Have a lovely day,
Andy Layne

Got my self a scolding or two

Ok, for those of you who frequent this blog in hopes of finding a witty post or two on a typically reliable frequency, I say, I am sorry. I (we) have been really busy lately and yes, we have been reprimanded in person on multiple occasions. We are aware of your pain, which is why I am posting now. I don't have any news on my current cancer condition, because there is none. I do have scans coming up the end of April, first part of May. So there will definitely be a post then.

On the goings-on of the Layne family, here is the skinny.

Shaeli, is of the age of dating, its killing me.

Caity is still a turd,

Morgan is right behind Caity, being a turd.

Peggy is studying her brains out,

I am just watching the chaos with a slight grin, happy to be a part of all the craziness.

I still have some side effects, and probably always will, but they are a reminder of how lucky and blessed I am.

I would like to thank all of you who have me and my family in your prayers. They are deeply appreciated and we pray for all of you as well.

With the scans coming up, my stress level goes up. If you talk to me and I seem curt or abrupt, I am sorry and apologize in advance. I have a lot going on in my little head for the next few weeks. It is just an excuse, not a valid reason. I will make a conscious effort to not be rude to anyone. Sometime the "what-ifs" sneak into my head.

A Poem By Shel Siverstein

The Whatifs

Last night, while I lay thinking here,

Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

And pranced and partied all night long

And sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there's poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow taller?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems swell, and then

The nighttime Whatifs strike again!

May the Whatifs never find you,

Merry Christmas and have a lovely day,

Love, Andy.