The Healing Water of the Pacific at Crystal Cove

I have been swimming and body surfing and boogie boarding in the Pacific for the first time in four years.

The first time since my CLL diagnosis that I stepped into the salt water. Only the second time swimming in all those four years (the first was just a few weeks ago in the swimming hole north of Santa Barbara). I avoid public swimming pools with their toxic mix of chlorine and bacteria.

After four years, my platelets are high enough, my spleen is long gone so no risk of rupture, my energy is climbing, and my immunity is at least partially boosted by my recent IVIG. So unless I run into a great white, or get in over my head with murderous waves, I am good to go.

The waves weren't bad, the water was warm enough if you kept moving, and I had several narly rides.

It was wonderful. Cleansing. Healing. And very much a rush.

No cancer clone has a chance against that kind of primitive tidal energy.

Next I get the  old  dinged up longboard out and do some real surfing.

Won't be able to keep me out of the water now.