There’s my one lame attempt at an eclipse joke. But it’s also suitable for my mindset right now. We just spent the weekend at Great Wolf Lodge outside of Cincinnati (this was planned prior to Liz’s diagnosis), the kids had a blast and in the end that’s why we went. But I couldn’t help myself…

There are two things I distinctly remember about Easter as a kid; pink sponge rollers and my Dad’s purple tie. Easter was one of those special occasions where a braid wouldn’t suffice for church that morning. Much to my mortification and dread, after my Saturday night bath, my mom would roll my wet hair in…

Yesterday, I was in the waiting room for my radiation appointment when I was aimlessly scrolling Facebook. I came across a post about one of my former high school basketball teammates. She had just passed away from a two-year battle with colorectal cancer. I had only read the first two lines of the post, but…

A little mid-week update: I am in week 2 of radiation and oral chemotherapy. This week has been much better than last. I feel good. And I am thankful, grateful and happy to be feeling this good. I think last week I was recovering from being in the hospital so long. I still lay down…

As Liz is settling into the rhythms of her chemo/radiation regimen, I haven’t found much to share. Liz continues to work, go to the gym (dialing back the intensity a bit), and be a great wife and mom. Nausea and fatigue have crept in at times, especially in the afternoon. I can definitely tell something…

I think before the cancer diagnosis, I would not have called myself an optimist nor a pessimist. More of a realist. The cup isn’t half full or half empty. It’s just half. Far too often, I have this same outlook about myself. I can be a great encourager to everyone else but me. Sometimes this…

First week of chemo/radiation is done. From an outsider’s perspective, it seems Liz got nauseous more often as the week went on. She hit a lull most days around 3:00-4:00, even took a nap one day! I’m looking forward to our couples therapy (partner workout at the gym) tomorrow morning and some quality time together…

As a high school English teacher, the first day of school was one of the most anxiety-ridden days for me. Beginnings and first impressions are important. It sets the tone for what the rest of the 90-ish days together will be. Is this class going to be miserable because no one likes to read? Is…

What a great moment. Until Jude ripped a giant fart on Theo. Now we are back to normal.