As I stood in front of the audience at the TR Ranch that brisk October evening, I thought about life and how it has a way of surprising you.
If you had told me five years ago that I would be on a stage singing a cancer song, or any song for that matter, I would have said you were crazy.
Dear Friends and Family,
December 2019 marks 10 years since I wrote my last holiday letter. This year I am breaking through my writer’s block and re-establishing this tradition. Here is why I haven’t written. After my last letter in 2009, I was diagnosed with high-grade soft-tissue sarcoma in my left thigh the volume of a softball. I would spend the entire next year fighting myxofibrosarcoma made up of mean pleomorphic cells. I had a 40% chance of surviving past 5 years.
2010 was filled with two surgeries, twenty-five rounds of radiation and six 21-day cycles of chemotherapy. Chemo side effects resulted in three blood transfusions and five trips to the hospital. Kayla was in 7th grade when we received my diagnosis and in 8th grade when we finished chemo.