The Club

The Club

“The Club” I never grew up thinking “I want to be a Fire Fighter” as many young boys do.  In fact, I can say that I really never even thought much about Fire Fighters or what they do.  Instead, I wanted to be a Truck Driver. Not sure why, but...
30 years Cancer Free

30 years Cancer Free

Family  –  In 1977 my dad died at age 41 of colon cancer and his aunt a few months before him of breast cancer.  In 1984 my dad’s mother died of liver cancer at the age of 67 and my brother two months later of lung cancer at the age of 33. That’s a lot to handle...
Remembering Family

Remembering Family

We never thought our family tree carried any cancer gene.  Yes, our father had cancer when he passed away, but after all he smoked for 40+ years; we expected that. UNTIL, both my sister and my first cousin on our dad’s side, were both diagnosed with breast cancer...
Let’s Remember

Let’s Remember

Back then… Growing up on a farm in Eastern Oregon during the 70’s and 80’s, I frequently rewarded myself after a morning full of feeding animals, driving a tractor, and moving hand-lines by meeting my friends on the shores of the Columbia River. At this location...
Red Shoes

Red Shoes

Santiago Buther is my hero and a warrior. Like most heroes, he has an origin story that explains how I came to that conclusion. Santiago was born in 2010 and during his early years he showed glimpses of greatness. Santiago had these chocolate brown eyes that glistened...
My Journey – Alone

My Journey – Alone

Late 2019, I found a lump in my right breast.  I called my doctor, but we decided to wait until my yearly exam in February of 2020. Come February the lump felt bigger, but my doctor was not concerned about it and said to me “it doesn’t feel like cancer, so...