Chapter 11 : The Deserts.
It could not have been in a more remote location the night a scorpion stung me. No phone reception on a dirt road, and over a hundred km to a roadhouse. I was in my warm sleeping bag the sting felt like a hot knife burning its way into my skin. All I could do to kill the pain was take a Demerol I had for extreme pain. I thought I surely was going to die there. I knew a Bark Scorpion was deadly but I had no idea what type it was as it scurried into the night as I rolled around in pain in the sand. I was at first very afraid of dying alone there. I thought of my family and friends, all the people I had met terminally ill that were so brave.How could they be so brave? I thought about the time spent in the cancer ward thinking I will die there in some bed. I thought how I almost died trapped falling through a staircase in a house fire. I wished I had found the peace again . But then I felt calm, as I looked up the the beautiful desert stars. I felt an absolute peace in this beautiful warm place. Maybe it was the demerol. I went into a feverish dream. I awoke the next morning and clenched the sand in my fists feeling the earth knowing I would live. And then suddenly, I knew why I had yet been given another chance to live.
I am a fire captain and cancer survivor.
In memory of the
FIRE FIGHTER CYCLE