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.

It’s Sunday and I am still in the hospital. 4 blood transfusions, 2 bouts of radiation, 1 iron infusion, 1 flex sigmoidoscopy, blood pressure medication and the start of my chemo pills. So here we go into the storm. I have always been a do-er. I feel guilty sitting or resting (except if I am…