May 8, 2003, will always be the day my existence split into ‘before’ and ‘after.’ My knees buckled when I heard: “You have cancer.” Flashes of my life moved beyond anything I wanted to comprehend. I had limited time. All the plans vanished with a silent pop. The humming in my ears grew deafening. When ...

It is no secret that cancer effectively ruined my life in April 2016. Family and friends know that the battle with cancer started almost nine months before my dad died. I noticed that something was wrong in July 2015, when we went on a family trip to Tennessee. It was a good trip and we ...