Skip if you don’t care about personal melodrama.
One year ago today, I was diagnosed with non-seminomal testicular cancer. The subsequent 365 days formed what I can readily call the worst year of my life. And even though the last 6 weeks have been pretty good to me, this is the day I’ve been waiting for: this is the end of 2005-that-was, and the beginning of whatever comes after, and which will almost inevitably be better & more fulfilling & less painful.
I want to thank a few people who helped me survive the year. Not all of them read this blog. It doesn’t matter.
-Amy R, without whose support I couldn’t possibly have made it through the first 6 months. What came after doesn’t take away from that.
-Josh E, who told me what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it.
-Joe B, for being a good sport.
-Phil W, for listening.
-Cameron S, for getting 2006 off to a great start.
-Jack H, whose 2005 was almost as bad as mine; I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you more.
-James W, who showed me it can get worse.
To everyone who reads this weblog, however often, thank you for making me feel that it’s worth it.