On the Road

One of the gifts of being a cancer cabana boy is having the luxury of time to attend to important matters. Having left the security of paid employment (for the insecurity of sole proprietorship and developing four different lines of business), I have also picked up the flexibility of time. Time to take Meagan to oncologist visits and scans. Time to do research and engage in talks and discussions about the disease and the options moving forward.

By Far the Hardest Thing....

The past nine months have been filled with lots of "falling off the cliff" moments.  Sometimes the fall is shorter and the landing not as "impactful".  Certainly the 10:15pm call from the oncologist on a Tuesday night in late August to tell us that Meagan did not have breast cancer but that it was in fact Stage 4 melanoma ranked up there pretty high. Without even getting on the internet, we knew this was much worse news.  When you get news like that it just sucks all the oxygen out of your brain and lungs and you feel stunned.