Growing up here in the great state of Michigan and residing my entire life in the upper Midwest has taught me a few things about driving in the winter. Some of these things are going to sound kind of obvious, but, sometimes the most obvious things can still be a challenge, especially after going months…Read more Black Ice Moments
A Slow Turn into the Sun Surgery, Radiation, Pills and chemotherapy. Pain, Depression, Hot flashes and incontinence. Weight gain, Muscle loss, Weakness and exhaustion. Wrecked finances, No savings, Co-pays and unpaid hospital bills. Loss of hair, Loss of dignity, Loss of myself. Chasing life, Cheating death, Delaying the inevitable. Loving life, Loving friends, Loving my…Read more A Slow Turn into the Sun
2 a.m. thoughts from a man with chronic cancer. Heaven. What is it? As a lifelong church goer, I've heard all the stories of what it's supposed to look like. Streets of gold. Mansions everywhere. No pain. No strife. Just eternal sunshine in a spotless mind. But is that it? Is that where we end…Read more Heaven Can Wait?
With the one year anniversary come and gone of my most viewed post, No Mas, which you can go back and read here, and considering what I've been going through the last few months with chemo, I thought this would be a good time to look back and revisit my decision to stop treatment. I've…Read more No Mas…Part 2
Chapter 1 First off, a little cleaning up. I know I haven't written anything now for a couple of months. I have found I go through stages with this whole blogging thing. Sometimes, it seems like I can't write stuff fast enough, like I have all kinds of things rattling around in my brain that…Read more The Chemo Chronicles
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, to soften rocks, to bend the knotted oak. -William Congreve. So, here's the thing. I'm back on the shit. The garbage. The crap that is extending my life. Yes, folks, I'm back on the hormone therapy drug known as Lupron, or as I like to call it,…Read more Music Soothes the Savage Beast
It's 6:00 pm on a warm summer evening in Grandville, Michigan, and I'm running a little late. I know what time it is because I can hear the bells of St. Pius church ringing their normal tune that happens every night at exactly 6. You can always count on the bells of St. Pius. Right…Read more The Bag Chair