I just set up this blog this morning. It's 4:30 am and like many nights in the past 6 weeks, sleep has been tough to come by. My wife Christina was diagnosed with breast cancer in February. It's been a whirlwind of appointments, tests, phone calls and emails to family and friends. The journey that we are now on wasn't one that I ever thought we would take together. It was always going to be me whose doctor told me "Butch, you have cancer." My mother is a breast cancer survivor of 8 years. My father passed away in 2000 of mesothelioma from working at Naval shipyards in the 1960's. Sadly, it's rare when one of my relatives passes away from anything other than cancer. Aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents-they all have succumbed to that bastard in one form or another.
Tonight, three of our nieces will be over to join us for dinner. Hopefully we will all have some laughs as well as hugs and tears. We have been getting the "cancer invites" lately. Maybe it's a friend request on Facebook or a long overdue dinner invite from a co-worker. They are all appreciated. But Christina and I try to joke about everything so we always throw in the cancer invite line to any social event we go to now.
She starts chemotherapy on Wednesday at UCSF. I guess this blog will be my chemo. I hope we are both in remission when this journey ends.
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