After a night of tossing ‘n’ turning ( it’s nearly impossible for Scott to find a comfortable position now) and several tough days, this morning Scott announced he was joining me for breakfast and why not let’s take a taxi ride around Old Goa afterwards? My heart skipped a beat as I caught a glimpse of my old Road Warrior, ever-ready for a road trip and eager to explore places near and far. It took me a minute to realize that just because he was making a valiant effort to get up and out it didn’t necessarily mean he was feeling better.Scott is much like a marathon runner who runs through the pain to finish his race.
At breakfast he advised chef how to make eggs-in-the-hole for him, a favorite. Thus fortified with that and also milk, bacon, fruit, and tea he sat with me out by the beach seawall where we both find peace in the silence between us, waves lapping the shore nearby. The taxi ride requires forethought. One with air conditioning, larger legroom, and a boot that can accommodate the Marriott chariot is arranged in advance. Scott has the strength to stand up by himself and climb into and out of the car. Once several pillows and cushions are arranged on the seat he pulls himself into the vehicle, the wheelchair is loaded, cameras in hand, and we’re off.
Today is a sunny 95 degrees in Goa. The blooming trees and bougainvilla are in full spring mode. As Scott instructed our driver Gopal to take us on a route along the river, I sensed his pensive mood and so we rode along in companionable silence. We stopped at an old Portuguese church and I went inside to get some pics for Scott of the interior. Up and down a few more streets, viewing ruins and historic sites from the cool shelter of the taxi, we headed back to the hotel and the familiar four walls we call home. For 3 hours this morning I was privileged to witness Scott running through the pain meeting life on his own terms.
This is an example of everyday quiet courage and why his Goan oncologist wants Scott to write something to inspire his other patients about the power of positive attitude and zest for quality of life, despite being terminally ill. The doctor has requested images of Scott’s art as well as Scott’s philosophical writings from our blog. The message? Every day is a good day,if you let it be.
Go, Marathon Man! Go! Beautiful vignette of what sounds like a lovely shared day.
Not only does Scott inspire and motivate those that are ill, he motivates the caregiver in me, and for that matter he motivates all that seem lost at times, all that feel they have been given a raw deal, all who feel that life isn’t going the way they thought it should goin (goa)!. Thank you Scott, or Scotto, with admiration from afar, may your spirit shine brightly today, as you have made me smile and reflect on THIS day.
Inspirational as always. Lots to learn from Scott’s outlook and attitude. Love to you both. Going to Dallas art fair weds xxoo R I Z
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They say in a Marathon at some point you may “hit a wall”…..In your case Scott you have hit a wall several times but seem to have hurdled all of them, through strentgh, attitude and will to survive. Like in one of my favorite movies ,Forest Gump, I say to you ” Run, Scott, run” and when the day comes when you have to hang up your running shoes, be happy in your heart to know,that in reality, you are passing them to the rest of us…..peace and hugs bro, R