No, No, No, No, No.

In the sixteen years since I was first diagnosed with cancer, and the decade since my last treatment, there have been a handful of times when Cancer has returned to punch me in the gut.

No Balls Courage

A Decade Without Balls

Today is my 37th birthday and the 10-year anniversary of the day I lost the last of my testicles. Here I share a few thoughts on manhood, courage and genitals.

Five Years Cancer Free

Five Years Cancer Free (sort of)

At some point this spring I realized that five years had passed since I’d had any indication of cancer in my body. As much as I am grateful and hopeful and excited by that… the moment really just passed without any fanfare or even so much as a high-five.

Cancer Boy

When I was 21 I was diagnosed with cancer.

Testicular cancer actually, which was kind of en vogue in 2000. Celebrities like Lance Armstrong (hardly a celebrity before his cancer) and Tom Green (remember Tom Green?) were making national headlines enduring treatments and starting a very important conversation about the risk of testicular cancer among young men.

Turns out it really isn’t so glamorous.

No Fear

At the end of a scary day dominated by some scary news… it was nice to find some hope in a most unexpected place.

No Backup Plan

I discovered Rogue Wave a couple years ago… they just happened to play on my internet radio station. They immediately became one of my favorite bands. I had no idea at that time that their drummer Pat Spurgeon was enduring treatment for a life-threatening illness. Just like me.