Two years ago today I started initial chemotherapy for stage 4 cancer. I remember the apprehension with the first needle going in. I'm the last man standing. I'm more than a year over my expiration date. Everyone I was in the hospital with for the same but lesser stage cancer is long gone. I am a poster boy for my doctors.
2012 was spent trying to keep breathing. 24 hour chemo and radiation twice a day for throat cancer. I came out of it with plenty of baggage, but I'm still here, thanks to God, the incredible doctors and nurses and technology at the University of Chicago hospital, and My Shirley and friends.
Miracles do happen.