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Good News
Last July, we got 9 out of 10 bad news. Since then it’s been ups & downs of news. Not needing brain surgery is good news; not getting your tumor resected is bad news. Not having GBM or DMG, is good news; but having any kind of brain tumor is bad news. Getting into Mayo…
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The In-between
We have a follow-up MRI in the next week, so I hesitate to post this. After all, the emotion will be different after the results. Regardless of the results, it’ll feel different – good or bad. Still, almost anyone who has faced cancer knows the feeling of this season. It’s the “in-between” season. It’s a…
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Round 3 – ding. ding.
Round 1: November 17th – 21st. ding. ding. Jason took his chemo dose of temozolomide that first morning with the intent of going to work for the day. It can’t be that bad. After all, it came in the mail right next to the phone case Owen ordered from Amazon. Act normal, we thought. Stay…
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Christmas with Cancer
I know. I know. The holidays are over. But, I actually wrote this post on 12/26/2025 and have just hesitated to post it. Christmas was actually a really good time for us, and this post seems more depressing than intended. We’ve also been intentional about not letting cancer define us, so I didn’t want cancer…
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Provision:
our pets’ heads aren’t falling off. What a week. What a month. What a year. Still, my lungs keep breathing. The sun keeps shining. It has been a difficult year at our house to say the least. Difficult for Jason’s health – obviously. Difficult for kids’ sports. Difficult even for our pets! Yes, our beloved…
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The Art of Cancer
In a prior post, you learned about my science-nerd side. (Click here if you missed it.) But if you really know me, then you know I have an artsy side, too. Music. Photography. Paint. Stage. Writing! I’m really not picky. While most of these are not my gifts or skills, I certainly appreciate them in…
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Into the (un)Known
What humans fear the most is the unknown. Or so I think. The unknown cause of his odd symptoms in the spring was frustrating, but that frustration disappeared when the tumor was found. The unknown as we awaited the official tissue diagnosis in July was terrifying, but when the diagnosis came, the reality of a…
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The Waiting Room
There’s a middle-aged guy who just sat down in the chairs in front of me. The chairs in this part of the waiting room are in rows, so his back is to me. He’s wearing a white baseball cap, a gray plaid button-up jacket, and dark blue jeans. His hair is just a little shaggy,…
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Debriefing
6 weeks ago it was September. Now it’s October. Football season was just beginning. Now it’s ending. The leaves were green. Now they’re red. Fall baseball was starting. Now it’s over. Quinn was 9. Now she’s 10. We were the new residents at Hope Lodge. Now we’re veterans. We took our first photo at proton…
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Training
I’m going to say things today that I’m going to assume most people are thinking, but, because it’s rightfully sensitive, very few are in a position to ask. My assumption may be wrong, and perhaps no one is thinking any of this. In that case, I may instead sound like a crazy, even dark and…
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