(the dark of night)

I have cancer.

Those are words I never expected to hear myself say.

Back in the summer of 1992 my wife Dani and I had traveled to South America to adopt five children. All at once. The oldest was 8, the youngest was 2. Life got crazy, to say the least!

I woke up early the second-to-last Saturday this February, 1999, shivering. Five days later I was in the hospital with pneumonia.

A week after that I was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma, a sort of bone marrow cancer.

Life just got crazier.