1/1/2015
I decided for whatever reason that in AD 2015, I'm going to write something every day for the entire year. If it pans out I may keep doing it until the day I die. You see, in 2013 I was diagnosed with a rare form of brain cancer, known as a GBM. The prognosis for these are grim. Most people don't live past 15 months even with radiation, and the chemo designed for it, Temodar.
Well, I am not most people. Today marks the 19th month of my survival. At first, I wasn't really scared, just pissed off that my entire life changed in the blink of an eye. I had things going damn good for me. Money in the bank, money to do whatever I wa