Live Fearlessly
Starting this blog with Lyrics from one of my favorite Nine Inch Nails songs. Ah you’re surprised I can even name a NIN song, but actually, I can sing whole albums. I’ve seen them twice, once from the second row of a mosh pit (try keeping that a secret, being Wendy Chioji and all), and…
I remember a few years ago (more than 3, fewer than 5) Lance Armstrong rang to give me a fist bump as I launched myself into the world of clinical trials. We talked about all the options that were out there at the time, but I said, “No more chemo.” He said, “Unless you need…
I now know what you can say to me to rock me back on my heels and render me speechless (temporarily. I eventually had a LOT to say). I saw my Huntsman oncologist yesterday, and the news was not awesome. During my hospital visit last week, doctors tested for just about every wacky, random disease…
That rollercoaster that is my life is pitching up and down and all around like the Drake Passage on an exceptionally gnarly day. I didn’t realize it then, but had probably already started my slow motion dive into bleah on my flights back from Columbus. I went home for a few days, then to Seattle…
But first (I could get used to this one step backward kind of post), the Admiral’s cruise was terrific. We embarrassed him with singing and a cake, took out canoes one day, went to a GREAT wildlife refuge, and watched the Hubbard Glacier calving. …
But first, my dragon-slayer friend, Stuart Scott, would have been 54 on July 19. Every year since cancer took him away from us, his amazing daughters, Taelor and Sydni, mark his birthday with #scoopsforstu. Countless people post photos of themselves eating ice cream, keeping Stu’s warrior spirit alive. As I move forward, when the…
I have been home now for 11 days. I have no plans to get on a plane for 17 more days. Even with my rudimentary math skills, I calculate 28 days at home in Park City at 7000 feet. That’s nearly a month. That hasn’t happened since January, if I remember right. And back then,…