June 2 – national cancer survivor day

I just saw that today is national cancer survivor day. Not exactly a club anyone would choose to join, but once cancer drafts you, membership is OK. I’m still here, so that’s good. Hard to believe it was three and 1/2 years ago that I went under the knife.

In the words of Mr Spock… Live long and prosper. I plan to.



Another December, another scan – sometimes cancer lingers…. even though we expect it gone.

What I-131 pills come in.

What I-131 pills come in.

When you take one, your body replaces the lead container. May your December be glowing.


The world lost a great soul recently. When I first discovered I had cancer I came across Jen’s blog. Her memorial is here. She was full of hope, and her heart brimmed with courage and love. How could I be afraid when someone stricken so harhly by this horrible disease fought bravely on against all odds.

I read her blog. We never met and I don’t recall even emailing, but I can say that her life made the world a better place. God speed Jen.

Here is a post on how she and some other brave bloggers touched my heart.

what’s cancer’s cost?

What is the value of a life? Here is the tally for eighteen months of mine, estimated. Read the rest of this entry »

rocket scientist vs compassionate soul

I’m in the cart, IV’s hooked up covered by the scant hospital gown minutes away from the procedure when the doctor walks in.

“Have we met?” He asks. Read the rest of this entry »

is it bragging…

yep…. Read the rest of this entry »

positron, cancer and carbs

A positron is an electron with a positive charge. Some say it gets this charge by traveling backward through time. Read the rest of this entry »

little things…

Once, my brother in law and I rode horse back 1/2 a day from our cabin bordering the national forest and hiked up to the wilderness area planning to overnight just above the tree line, ( 11,000 feet ). Read the rest of this entry »

second breakfast

Hobbits, those imaginary fellows invented by Tolkien, used to enjoy breakfast, and then second breakfast. Read the rest of this entry »

ok to be weak

When I grew up we were emotional islands. Read the rest of this entry »