Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve never thought of myself as a cancer “survivor.” Well, how is that possible? In 1971, just two years after getting married, my internist found a suspicious lump near my Adam’s apple. It was nothing I could see or feel, but two weeks later I was in the hospital having my thyroid removed. “Contained malignancy” were the words after the pathologist’s report came back. To this day I don’t ever remember anyone using the word “cancer.” (Maybe it’s just me) I only focused on the word “contained” and went about my business building a life with my wife Merrily. Read more »

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