This is about an eight month dance with cancer that ended in a three-year pirouette (and counting).

Last update: May 13, 2005

Keep in mind that the bulk of the content on this page was written over two years ago.

Note to readers: I have a horrible habit of typing the word becAUse as becUAse. I also tend to type cANcer as cNAcer. Please ignore these and any other typos while you read. I can't help it, I have cancer. Also, I have a sense of humour regarding my disease that others may find offensive. If so, I apologize but really, lighten up.

To get in touch with me, e-mail:
heather@iliketheradiation.com.

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Heather, My Darling

Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be afraid to be strong
Don't be afraid to laugh
Don't be afraid to cry
Don't be afraid to be afraid

I am weak
I am strong
I laugh
I cry
I am afraid

We have the right to be weak
We have the right to be strong
We have the right to laugh
We have the right to cry
We have the right to be afraid
We have the right to fight

And we will never surrender, never surrender!

I had a dream on Sunday night, we are all together, and
the cancer has been defeated, and of the joy of that day.

And my dreams have always come true.

With a love stronger than all the cancers in the world combined

Dad