My running shoes
came in today. I made the hard decision
to return them. Sadly, I am dying, and
what little is left of my old shoes will last me until then.
I ordered them
following the CAR T-therapy, prior to learning of it's failure. I was so full of hope of seeing a healthy
holiday season this year. Now I know
this tumor in my head is about to leave me incapacitated at any moment now.
I had a sentence
modification hearing in Walworth County in regards to my terminal illness and
the underlying threat from COVID-19, in front of the Honorable Daniel S.
Johnson.
I fully expected
my motion to be dismissed off hand without much thought. I misjudged Judge Johnson. He researched my case, broke it down, and
gave a fair argument for his decision. I
have tremendous respect for this man.
Ultimately, he
denied my motion, but I felt I had a fair hearing. Something I never expected.
Obviously, I am
disappointed in the decision, but I feel as though I regained back some respect
for the judicial system I had lost from my years of court hearings, where I was
dismissed without actually being heard, and the toxic political environment we
live in.
Thank you, Judge
Daniel S. Johnson.
I ran five miles
tonight. Still not moving very well, but
the extra weight does not help either.
Had some pretty good rain coming down for awhile, then was able to run
under a rainbow for a short while. Life
is still good.
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