The Surgery

My son was born on September 23rd, 2009. Six weeks later and after about four months of chemotherapy, the doctors decided the tumor had shrunk down enough, and that it was time to go ahead with the surgery.

Second Opinions

I'm beginning to realize that Cancer is a better narrator than I am. He's more exciting, he tells jokes, he's self confident, charismatic, and says pretty much whatever he likes. I, on the other hand, am supposed to dutifully tell the story of my disease and communicate the degree to which it's devastated our lives.  I knew I was in for a tough battle with Cancer, but I never imagined we were going to be judged against each other on likability.  Blogging is strange. Anyway...