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.