I could see it off in the distance. The summit looked so far away on the first of January. My family had been preparing for the climb since August. It started with a discovery. Squamous Cell cancer in my bottom lip. That word, cancer. That one word can stop your heart. First came fear, then 7 MOHS surgeries. Then plastic surgery. The cancer stole a third of my bottom lip. Bad for a man on television. My wife and I have always had a motto. (What’s a motto? Nothing, what’s a motto with you?) Ours is a simple motto; “anywhere but the face”. Be it ever so humble with a big nose smack in the center, but my mug is our moneymaker. And soon this mug will be back on FOX 9 doing what I love! I owe so much to Dr Jennifer Dick, Dr. Sachin Bhardwaj, Dr Peter Hilger and Dr Dan Peterson. They are now and will always be friends whose compassion is only second to their incredible medical skills.
Cancer sucks. But I have been blessed. Blessed by kindness. This kindness has many faces. From my closest friends to complete strangers. Notes on social media, emails from afar, meals made by great neighbors and friends who bring treats. I am truly blessed. To be honest; there are moments when emotions get the better of me. My face is a splotchy mess. I am reminded every time I look into the mirror and see the swollen redness that looks back at me. I am reminded with insomnia and lack of taste. I am reminded with the cycles of numbing fiery pain that come and go. But it all slips away when I remember the acts of kindness. It slips away with my prayers. The climb has been difficult. The summit is close. I am blessed.
Day 22. Thanks for stopping by.