One more hat

In 33 years, I've worn a lot of hats in my life. I've been a Cub Scout, a student, and a brother. I've been a son, a cousin and a nephew. Later on I became a fire fighter, something that even to this day I am fiercely proud of. Later still, I became a boyfriend, and a year later a fiance, with the title husband to follow. I'm a college graduate who's been called an security officer, a engineer, a director and a department head. I've been a podcaster, journalists, photographer, mechanic, landscaper, and carpenter. Recreationally, I've been a Shieldman, pikemen and one time commander, and even now am a bard, apprentice,  lord, and herald. Presently I'm a father, husband, amateur author, computer tech and overworked commuter, but that last one is nothing new. 


And of course, though it all, I've been a friend to many, and called many my friends. 


But today, I was told that I am going to be putting on a new hat, and have a new title. You see, its not a club most of you want to join, but I bet most of you probably show its members a lot of respect. Truth be told, I know three candidates myself, two got in, one didn't. None of them originally wanted to get in, just like I wasn't looking for membership. But, circumstances change, priorities alter, objectives adjust themselves, and now that application is really importantly. I'm told I've got an excellent chance of getting in, the reviewers say that its better than 75%, but the application still takes time. Mine's probably going to be in process for at least six months before the final exam.

I kind of wish it came with a card, or a hat, or even a pin. No such luck. This club doesn't normally bother itself with frivolities, but then again, for most of it's members, getting in is enough. Looking at it now, It's probably enough for me, it's not like the application process won't be memorable by itself.

Today I turned in my first application, hopefully in six or nine months, they'll let me in.

Then I can call myself a lymphoma survivor.