Some of the more alert questers out there may have noticed that I decline to explicitly name the legendary Great Healers of the reclusive AGH tribe.  I do this, as I have not secured permission from any of these clerics to do so.  And, since my transcription of our conversations are never 100% accurate, it is safer all around.

So, that that brings me to the next point of reader interaction – a simple question.  Can being diagnosed with Stage IV kidney cancer be a blessing?  Yes, yes, a thousand time yes.  You may have to stretch your mind around on this one a bit, but I’ll try my best to explain.

Point one.  I always kind of hoped that people viewed me in a positive light, and that on average, I generated more mirth than frustration.  Seeing the cavalcade of calls, e-mails, texts, cards, and gift bags that have streamed into our house, was staggering, and I feel blessed beyond belief.  It’s a wonderful feeling to know that you are loved and supported by so many people is simply grand.  It makes me want to be an even better husband, son, brother, relative, and friend.  And, boy do I plan to do so once the big C is in my rearview.

Point two.  Nothing I have experience to this point in my life has had quite as profound an ability to shine a big ray of clarity on who I am, what I want to be, and how do feel I can best achieve that goal.   I am very excited about this ability to move into a new phase of my life – one that I believe will be very satisfying and rewarding.

Unfortunately, kind reader, I’m starting to fall asleep, so break time looms.  More to come!


And so it was prophesied that an amiable, easily amused chap with a blend of day-dreamery, a knack for meeting wonderful people, and a distinct love of pickles should one day be chosen to battle a great and terrible foe against great odds to achieve the ultimate prize.

I’m Drew, the protagonist above, and my great foe is Stage IV Kidney cancer.  Neither of our contenders here are particularly spicy or inspiring in an epic fantasy film kind of way, so I may take a few dramatic liberties to make things interesting.

My initial diagnosis came in about three weeks ago from my primary physician.  I have to say that if ever there was a moment where I felt that I was actually watching a movie about myself, that was it.  I initially expected to hear I had kidney stones or an ulcer.  Talk about getting the bonus plan!

It’s a weird feeling heading home with that knowledge, but my physician had been exceedingly supportive and helpful, and was able to link us up with a top-notch oncologist.  It didn’t take long for me to realize this wasn’t actually a set-back, but rather an opportunity to take a good look at my life and see who I wanted to be in the future.  Apparently, that includes writing a goofy blog about my alter-ego’s clash with the great foe.

At this point, I’m not particularly concerned about winning the fight – I consider that a foregone conclusion.  I’m 38, and I have a wide spectrum of experiences waiting over the horizon of which I do not plan on being denied.  So, the only logical philosophy for me to adopt is ultimate victory.

That’s probably enough for the first posting – more to come!