Cancer Fight

Saturday February 10th represents the one-year anniversary of receiving the diagnosis.  The one where the doctor told us that he couldn’t promise I’d be here in a year.  Just like my 11th grade wrestling season, I have done everything that I was supposed to do and more resulting in reaching a place that few doctors thought I would be: Still here.

While I was working at an event in a small Texas town over the weekend, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  When I turned, I saw our oncologist smiling at me.  We were about 50 miles away from the clinic where we normally see her.  After asking me what I was doing out there...