As I am patiently waiting for the final, physical book to land in my hands, I thought it might be appropriate to throw out another nugget to keep you in suspense for what is to come. I don’t have an update, but crossing my fingers that it will be available before the end of 2017. What a way to end the year.
This paragraph is the beginning of one of the most defining, frustrating, and stressful periods of my life. But, it also might have been the time when I learned the most about myself, my family, and my dad.
On February 13, 2005 I got the call that would change the course of my family’s life forever. My mom called me on my cell phone to tell me, “Your dad has cancer.” Not only did he have cancer, but it was stage IV, which meant that it had spread from one part of his body to another, it had metastasized. They determined that he had renal cell carcinoma, better known as kidney cancer, and he may have 3-6 months to live. I don’t remember much after that. I just remember telling my manager that I had to go and the next thing I know I’m in the hospital running up to my dad’s room in a fog. I’m not even sure how I got to the hospital. I’m pretty sure I drove about 90 mph and if I got pulled over, well, he would just have to follow me to the hospital and give me the ticket in the elevator. Nothing was keeping me from my mom and dad. Besides, this was the reason I was brought back to Ohio, I was now learning.