On February 11, I woke up to the news that I was down a quarter of my liver, ten inches of my IVC, my right kidney, adrenal gland, and my gall bladder. What I was left with would have to support the rest of a life that also didn't include a tumor. Since then, I have taken a few trips to whatever fresh hell exists on earth, and I've come back. I've let go of people who no longer need to play a role in my life. I've gained others and grown connections with those who I'm lucky do accept that...

This will always be - to date, at least - the worst day of my entire life. Oddly enough, it isn't the day I actually received the...

This isn't going to be my normal "approach fear with questionable humor" post because I think this day deserves some type of somber...