Giving up is not in my personality.
Just ask the guys I’ve been playing tennis with every week for 20 years. Good guys. Good tennis. They may outplay me. But they won’t outwork me.
My weekends usually revolve around the grandkids. I’ve got seven so there’s always something going on. Last weekend we went to my oldest granddaughter's soccer game. They’re undefeated going into the playoffs. Then it was off to another granddaughter’s flag football game, another's softball game and my grandson's hockey game at Boss Arena.
A couple years ago I played my regular Sunday tennis in East Providence. Nothing unusual. But on Tuesday I had pain radiating from my hip. And by Thursday I couldn’t even walk with crutches.
The Emergency Room at Rhode Island Hospital did some tests that revealed tumors—a couple the size of grapefruit—near my spine. T-cell lymphoma. Suddenly playing tennis again was the least of my worries.