Two years before being diagnosed with cancer, I was in the Chicago Public Library deciding which motivational tapes to borrow. I grabbed one that had a flashy cover and looked like it was going to be the cat's meow, then my eyes stopped on the name, Zig Ziglar. The cover was plain and simply had... Continue Reading →
"Did you notice this lump when I walked in?" All the blood had drained from my face as I interrogated my family about what they noticed about me when I walked in the door. My Uncle David and Aunt Julie hadn't notice anything. "Maybe it's a spider bite?" someone suggested. I turned and went back... Continue Reading →
The one thing I wanted when I was sick, besides to survive, was to meet survivors. I wanted to know that there were others out there who had been to hell and back and they were living normal lives. This cancer thing was just a speed bump in their life. That's what I had been... Continue Reading →
