Carpe Diem

Whenever, I get the chance, I love to ask other sailors about their boat name. Our name, Carpe Diem, may seem self evident. However, it really goes much deeper than just “good advice”. A few years back, Scott was told he had less than 6 months to live. Colon cancer had gone undetected for too many years. After 6 months of intense chemo... he finally made it. Then a few years later, complications from a double-by-pass almost killed him again. Today he doesn't let his BP and severe diabetes slow him down. Two years ago he lost most of his vision in one eye and partially in the other...and the list goes on and on and on.

Having a boat to work on (along with a regiment of insulin and dozens of medications) keeps him sailing and out of the ER. This boat probably saved his life! I often think “SURVIVOR” would be a good name for our boat. But that would be a constant reminder of the past struggles. So, for now we try to live one day at a time, and carpe diem, “seize the day”.

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2005. As If His Life Depended On It

  Maybe, in some ways, it did. It is only natural for Scott to love boats…his earliest happy memories were of his grandfather’s boat.   A ChrisCraft 51. (very similar to our other boat.)   I imagined his childhood to be idyllic,  his grandparents owning a small yacht and all.  Well, boy was I wrong.  Families are very seldom as happy as they appear in old photos.  

However, those weekends on his grandpa’s boat, in Chicago’s Burham Harbor, were happy times for him.  It’s turns out, he grew up wanting to live on a boat.  Yet due to his poor health, it was never mentioned before we were married.  It was only a five years later, that he shocked all the family with the revelation that we were going to leave Kansas and go live on a boat!  I never had the chance to talk him out of it.  It was so very, very, very important to him.   It was as if his life depended on it.  Maybe, in some ways, it did...