Build them. Burn them. Or cross them. But unless you’re admiring the design and architecture, don’t just stand there and stare at them.
13.1 miles. Over a freaking mountain. 10 years in a row. But this time the Race to Robie Creek was different. This one was harder. This time, I carried the weight of my wife’s cancer diagnosis and six month’s worth of chemotherapy treatments. Not to mention an extra 15 or so pounds of my own […]
And then there was one. One more round. One more trip to the infusion center for Samantha. One more Monday sitting and watching liquid drip out of an IV bag, through a tube, and into the port implanted just under the skin in her chest. One more chance to thank Dennis, an amazing volunteer, for […]
5 for 50. That’s the deal I made in my head. 5 months of chemotherapy for my wife. 5 months of doing everything in my power to shoulder the load of life, so all she had to do was get through her treatment. 5 months of making sure the kids got to school and time […]
History is written by those who can afford the ink.
Fuck. That’s a word that has been used around our house a lot recently. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! It’s equal parts anger, fear, exasperation, and everything in between. And with good reason. My wife has breast cancer. Fuck. That’s a hard thing to type, let alone say out loud. My wife has breast cancer. Fuck. Where […]