He was just some dopey kid who lived in the house across the street and one house over from the house where I grew up in Omaha. I don’t even remember his name. On one of those countless golden afternoons of my childhood, I think I was seven, this kid took it upon himself to terrorize every other small kid on the street by turning on his front garden hose and spraying unsuspecting kids as they came around the corner onto our street. Read More...

Two years ago, I announced on this blog that I had been diagnosed with advanced melanoma. I decided right away that I was going to blog about my story and experience as honestly as I could. Throughout the ordeal, I have made more friends and encountered more expressions of selfless support than I thought was possible.

While a variety of different drug treatments have kept me going this long, it looks like the ride may be coming to an end. The latest reports from my doctors suggest that I have a very short amount of time left to live, and my doctors are basically out of ideas about what to try next.

As a last resport, I will be trying a drug called Ipilimumab tomorrow. It is a very promising drug for some people with advanced melanoma. The bummer though is that only about one in ten people repsond to the drug.

After that, it is only a matter of time.