I escaped the cage and found freedom from the wood pellets and stale feeder food. Maybe certain people tried to look for me; maybe they didn't. I didn't care. I was a hamster with a plan. I came to a fork, took the road less traveled and began running like my life depended on it (and hey, maybe it did).
I'm the fifth generation of my family to get cancer, but only the second person to survive it. It's a journey through which I've learned about what to do, and what not to do, when dealing with disease. The following list is what I email to everyone who contacts me when they, or someone they love, has cancer.