People keep asking how I’m doing. What can I say? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious seems about right. It’s a perfectly reasonable medical term—somewhere between “stable” and “still breathing.”
Well … sort of. Wednesday marked the end of an era: forty-four weekdays of radiation treatment for prostate cancer. That’s right—my final zap. I’ll miss
People keep asking how I’m doing, so I figure it’s time for an official report. I’m about halfway through nine weeks of radiation for prostate
Well, here we go again—another PET scan, a round of doctor visits, and something called a “CT Simulation,” which sounds more like a Marvel movie
My last chemo infusion was on April 21. Or so they say. I was handed a banner that claimed it was my final round—kind of
April 14, 2024 A little over a year ago, in my morning prayer time, I sat in my recliner, kicked off my shoes, and began
We will jump the fence whenever we see the grass as greener on the other side. Some Christians believe they are under the constant attack
I’ve learned that I can be so focused on the road that I don’t see the traffic. Slow down at the intersection and look both
Some surprises are happy ones. Others are tragic. Many are unexpected. Some are scheduled, like Christmas and birthdays. No matter what the situation, we take
Will tying a towel around my neck like Superman give me power to leap tall buildings? If only I could find a vitamin that would
I’d like to have a one-size-fits-all, quick and easy path to success. In Googling “success formula,” I got 1.6 million results, and not one was
With the light from a candle, you can walk in the dark, but let that tiny flicker touch your curtains, and your house could be