Cancer

Cancer. It's such an ugly word. If you look real close at my picture you'll see the left side of my hair is thinner than the right side.

That's because just two short years ago I had inoperable malignant brain cancer. It was called parietal temporal and posterior frontal mass - aka: oligodendroglioma.

This picture shows how bad the radiation affected my hair. Eventually I had to have all my hair buzzed so it would all grow back at an even rate. Two years later, it's still unevenly growing.

Pretty scary stuff. Or it could have been. But I had great doctors, a great treatment center, and the best Physician ever.

There's a wonderful story about this blessing in my life. Yes, I do call this cancer a blessing because of all the wonderful people who I met, but more than anything else, it was an opportunity for me to have my faith in my Father strengthened.

One doctor gave me two to three years to live. My youngest son was just 13. It was one of the hardest times we had ever gone through. I came home, we sat on the couch and I explained to my young son in terms that he could digest, what the doctors had told me.

We cried and prayed and cried some more.

I started flying back and forth to Dallas every six months for check-ups with the best neurosurgeon in the nation. Bringing my MRI's with me on the plane, eventually it was decided the tumor had just grown too large and something had to be done.