Six years ago today I had just returned to Chicago on the Red Eye from Phoenix. I landed at 6:15 AM, got my bags and caught a cab for the north shore. I couldn't decide if I should go to bed or go to my office as I'm not a very good day-sleeper. Ultimately I decided on a short nap. A little after 8, Vicki woke me with the news of the first plane hitting the tower, I went down stairs, turned to CNN and soon saw the second plane strike. Kim called me from the office to ask if I would be in - her voice told me that was not really a question.
Why am I talking about this? I guess it's about events that profoundly change the trajectory of lives, be it a nation or an individual. No doubt that 9/11 has shown America at it's best and its worse. No doubt that our personal seminal moments bring out the best and the worse in us as well. When Dr Godley spoke to me about my condition, she said as a preface; "what I'm going to tell you is going to profoundly change your life, how you live it, what you plan for, how you determine what's important and what's not ." I didn't ask for more detail.
So, in the short time since I've known about this illness, 3-weeks this Friday, I have taken steps to change my life. I have thought about the "worst" in order to plan for the "best". I have people all over this town sending me good thoughts and heartfelt prayers. I have a wonderful wife and her beautiful children to add to my pile of gifts. So, I found it fitting to get up this morning and be greeted by the cheery, efficient and notably professional staff of UCH and a day of chemotherapy. Makes sense, it's 9/11 the day that profoundly changes lives.