Catfish And Cancer

I took m’boy fishing! Yup. On our way to Texas for round one of my PRRT cancer treatment we stopped and dropped my son off with my sister and brother in-law in Alabama. I had my treatment in Texas and then we drove back to Alabama and….we went fishing. So, yes, catfish and cancer is an appropriate title for this blog post. πŸ™‚Β  Oh, because that’s what we caught…..catfish.Β  πŸ™‚ Sorry, just getting silly with this.

Catfish and Cancer

If you’re not a fisherman, or should I say fisherperson (hello ladies), then you may not understand my sheer joy in taking that boy fishing and having him catch a fish. It’s almost a rite of passage. It’s all about bonding and memories. Giving him something to remember and pass on to his kids is important to me. I know. It sounds silly but hey, I’m an emotional guy. It would be nice if one day he remembers his first fish and takes his children out for the same experience.

It Was A Whopper And That’s No Lie

Picture this. The three of us get in the truck, his Uncle Dale, David and myself. The truck roars to life and with one savage yell we know it’s MAN TIME. πŸ™‚Β  This is all true. We drive the winding roads of Alabama and get lost in it’s fauna as the mist hangs all around us.

We pull up to the lake, bait our hooks and cast into the lake. The green lake swallows the 3 hooks like a greedy monster waiting to be fed. All 3 baited hooks slip slowly from sight and silently settle on the bottom. They were invisible, unable to be seen.

All was quiet. All was calm. And then suddenly, like a cat playing with a string there was a tug. No, not a giant pull but a quiet tug. David looked at me. “I think I got one” he said. I told him that these fish were smart and wanted to steal his bait but we wouldn’t let that happen. I showed him how to set the hook and he pulled back on the rod.

BOOM! The mighty fish fought with all of it’s might. Heaving and tugging. Leaping from the green and greedy mouth of the lake, it stared us in the eyes. “Thou whilst not eat of my flesh” it said. Yes, he spoke in old English. I told the boy to reel him in and the catfish dove in again leaving waves of anger and froth above it.

David pulled back and reeled in the slack. This went on for quite a while. It might have been days if I wasn’t there to help the young man. As we pulled the demon out of it’s abyss, it gave out a horrid chatter and the surface of the lake churned when it emerged. Oh yes, we landed that demon and pulled the hook out. We put him on the stringer and returned to our chairs. We baited our hooks and waited for our next fish. That’s how it happened. I wish you had been there to see it.

Don’t Let Cancer Stop You From Living!

This fish tale is all about how we need to keep living the life we have. Everyone thought I was too sick to fish but hey, I’m still alive, right? I’m never gonna quit. πŸ™‚

I can be sick on a couch, sick on a bed or sick holding a fishing rod and reeling in catfish. Yes, I was tired when I got home but I would’ve been tired anyway. I will trade tired for fun any day. It took a bit of time to get my energy back but it’s back and we have memories to share now. Priceless moments as David’s Uncle Dale said.

When your time may be limited on this earth (or not) you need to be with family as much as possible, build memories and keep living. After all, what’s left after that? A few dollars you saved, a car, baubles? Your real treasures cannot be touched or seen they are invisible.

Keep Living Life,
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    • Hey Cy, as a fellow fisherman can you believe people are casting doubt as to the size of the whale we caught?! Man, you try to tell a story the way you remember it and people don’t believe you any more. What are we coming to? πŸ™‚

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