Come & Knock on My Door

Meet me at the Regal Beagle

I spend a lot of time delving into my cancer journey through my writing. I don’t know that I’ve spent sufficient time or effort in letting you know about my unique caregiver and home situation. I also don’t know that there’s literally ANYONE in a similar or same situation, so the uniqueness alone may make it compelling to read about. Obviously, Sarah’s been busting her sweet ass to take care of me and she has my undying love and gratitude. My son’s mom, Angie, has also helped tremendously. That’s pretty special when you consider the path we’ve traveled together. I’m going to leave some of the unfortunate details out so as to avoid embarrassing her should she somehow read this, but I’ll let you know enough to paint a picture.