I’ve been sitting here trying to think of a way to frame this post, and I can’t do it. Instead of trying to come up with an angle or re-telling my entire “cancer story” for the 500th time, I’m just going to say what I want to say.
Early last week I was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. The prognosis is not good, but I’m going to fight like hell to try and beat it.
At first, I wasn’t in much of a fighting mood. Thinking about my 2-year-old son growing up without a father and my pregnant wife having to raise our family without me was devastating.