I know I don’t contribute much to this forum (something about sharing your private thoughts with any stranger who happens on the site is a little unsettling) but a recent occurance has prompted this shout out. A few hours before our plane was to take off for our recent family trip to Aspen, Laura hung up the phone with Dixie Doc and announced that there was a caper being hatched in Pittsburgh. Sure enough, after a quick return call by Sarah we received confirmation that Dixie, just two days after his 4th and last course of chemotherapy, was buying full fare plane tickets to Aspen Colorado.
At 12,510 feet and with a hemoglobin count of 10 (that’s 30% less than normal I’m told) Dixie was not just skiing, he was terrorizing Smowmass Mountain with the abandon of a 17 year old after a pint of Southern Comfort. He shredded up the old favorites like Powerline and The Edge and only took it easy when forced to entertain a few cruisers with Suzie (in between the plethora of boot adjustments and pee breaks the ladies required – we actually lost Laura for a whole morning to SureFoot).
After a day of hard skiing, evenings were spent as always, 5:30pm dinner at Litle Annies (Shrimp Cocktail and Fudge Brownie Sunday still seemed to taste OK to the Doc even though the taste buds have been compromised by the chemo poison). And, also as usual, by 8:30pm I found myself watching tv (Olympic ice dancing this time) surrounded by Laura and Suzie with their eyes closed (“I can’t go to bed at 8:30, I’ll be up at 5am” says Suzie…”zzzz”) and Dixie already in bed (nothing to do with the Chemo, this is Standard Operating Procedure).
Other than a few extra rest stops along Powerline Glades and the near fainting incident in the Smowmass Pavillion (caused, I think, more by an overwhelming sense of anxiety from digging through the lost glove box for Suzy’s missing mitten than true fatigue) Dixie was in tip-top form (although I think the lecture on the risks of altitude sickness and importance of staying hydrated from the Octagenarian Snowmass “Host” got to him a little PO’d).
Dixie, you have once again outdone yourself and are a true role model to all of us. When any one of you is thinking you know how to enjoy life, just step back a second and observe the Master.