I have a new nickname, thanks to my 13-year old son, Owen. Cancer Man! He loves to smile at me, use a funny voice, and yell, “Cancer Man!” Please understand, this doesn’t come after any particular feats of strength or some special ability given me by my disease. Rather, I hear this super name at…

Hey folks I have some strange feelings about this post, perhaps stranger than any before. After a lot of encouragement (my mom, of course, but others), I finally compiled the blog posts into a book. I finished the writing back in November, 2017, and then my friendly design/marketing friend took over to complete the project….

Greetings folks. First, thank you for all of the kind words and encouragement following my previous post. I realized that I forgot to add anything about my trip to Nashville to see the oncologist yesterday. The good news is that I had a nice visit with her, and she reiterated that the best course of…

Grief is a strange thing. It obviously ranges in power, but it nonetheless can consume our subconscious thoughts. I can sense a bit of grief since I saw the doctor Thursday to follow up from the surgery. While Kim and I both assumed that the mass that was removed from my small intestine during the…