I Can't Complain Any More Than Ususal

I never asked “why me”.  I always thought “better me”. Today is one of those days that reinforces that. We have a good friend whose girlfriend has been diagnosed with breast cancer.  I’ve never met her.  But through him I am able to help.  I can offer advice.  Help for nausea.  Advice on hair loss.

I never asked “why me”.  I always thought “better me”. Today is one of those days that reinforces that. We have a good friend whose girlfriend has been diagnosed with breast cancer.  I’ve never met her.  But through him I am able to help.  I can offer advice.  Help for nausea.  Advice on hair loss.

I often compare my cancer experience to a game of Farmer In The Dell.  Only in this version it’s Cancer that takes a wife… and a child… and a nurse.  And I, well, I am the Cheese.  And I stand alone here in my survivorship. That’s how it feels, anyway… Ironically, at the last appointment, [...]

In October 2011 I reached the 5 year mark.  Cancer-free for five fabulous years!  They certainly weren’t five worry-free years, by a long shot!  Early last year my blood work started showing some changes.  My Alkaline phosphatase levels were fluctuating.  They would go higher than normal, at my next

Help!  This is a touchy subject.  I wouldn’t be broaching the subject if I wasn’t at my wit’s end.  The whole thing embarrasses me… and Daddy-O.  Apparently, though, it doesn’t embarrass the one person it should!  Frankly, I just do not know what to do about my oldest son. He steals.  He takes litt