a marking, offered a bit past due

One year has past for each of the Hindu chakras. One year has past for each of the classical planets. One year past for each of the seven virtues or each of the seven sins… One for each of the endocrine glands in my body. And one year for each of the seven directions…

It would seem that seven years is enough time to distract me from conscious awareness of the passing of an anniversary. I should find relief in this.

On this day, seven years ago, I was approaching the end of my first round of chemotherapy.

I would also note that (lj-user: beastbrisket) died seven years to the day that my cancer was cut out from my body. I hope to find comfort in the fullness of that cycle. He was dear to me, and regularly offered some of the best advice I have ever received. And it should be clear that we had already long been linked together through our ordeals with our health.

As well, I find myself content to switch from the misery of my past to the memory of his life.

I think that is fitting for this year, 2011, seeing as it is the year leading to My Big Change that I finally move away from the burden of the weight of cancer and chemotherapy. Forty-four years of age arrives in two months, making 2012 the year of forty-five, which was decided way back as a child to be a Year of Substantial Influence for me.

In an odd way, my sickness led the way for major changes in how I think of and see the outer world, setting me at the start of the path that will finally lead me out of the sense of being lost that I have carried my entire life to that point.

I have time to prepare and I look forward to the challenges. I also enjoy that such a brilliant, loving man as Beast can be wrapped up in the catalyst that shoved me out of the gate.