My name is Dale, an unremarkable man, with a wonderful wife, a precocious twelve year old daughter, determined to be a Musical.ly star, and a 24 year old son with a penchant for lifting weights, sliding down snowy mountains or across lakes, both on what appears to be variations of a skateboard.
None of us knew much about cancer other than it was one of those scary diseases lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. The people who got it lost all their hair, disappeared for a long time, and eventually emerged, either as the star of their own funeral, or as a hero, calling themselves survivors. We had heard stories of tragedy and triumph, but all of which were short on details and actual facts.
This all changed on May 24, 2015, when I was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. Overnight, I became one of those people who disappeared, and was given the expectation that in a few months, I would be a star instead of a hero.
Nearly two years later, I’m still here, yet I not a star, nor do I feel like a hero. This is one of many discoveries I have gained during this trip: If you are new to cancer, most of what you think you know is probably wrong. There are many more discoveries I’ve made along the way, which I’ll share here, along with the experiences that led me to them.
I do not represent, endorse, or promote one particular treatment method, nor do I sell supplements, copper bracelets, the insert-noun-here cure, nor do I perform cheap brain surgery in our spare room. I am not a medical professional, and this is simply a record of what worked and what didn’t for me, how these experiences impacted me, and how my approach gradually shifted from fighting cancer to calling a truce.