Old Stories

Old Stories

It’s midmorning on a Wednesday and I’m sipping a hot cup of coffee at my desk at the radio station. I hear my name being called, quite loudly, by my boss. He’s telling me to come into his office. He’s an older man, who has been working in this...

Not for naught

Yesterday marked one year since my final full chemo (TCHP) treatment. As you may recall, that day did not go well. As I reflected yesterday, I actually chuckled at this memory. Not because it was funny to me, but rather, because it was a reminder that as much as...