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The Stewman writes about life with cancer:

As I approach the new year, I have to admit I approach it with both a sense of hope, and to be as honest as possible… fear.  When I was diagnosed with cancer back in September, the doctor that broke the news to me, left little doubt as to how serious it was.  Basically I was told I had terminal cancer.  Then he told me of the options of chemo and radiation.  Then, like the stick and the carrot… after the stick of impending death, came the carrot.  If you try these procedures.. you might make it…. maybe.

It’s at this point when one makes a choice, or more accurately…. realizes he has no choice.  I like so many others, gave up my pride, my dignity, and my body, to a bunch of strangers.  One hopes they are professional, and kind, and considerate.  Most of them are, thank goodness. 

I was never so glad to make it to another year. 

It’s hard to see people you care about sick, but the one thing about Stew is his sense of humor is in tact. Yesterday, when we saw him, he talked about his days as a stand-up comedian in Tennessee and a couple of gigs in Ky. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much this week.
Last week’s chemo was rough. He sat under the drip for 7 1/2 hours.

And he still smiles. And he looks at his wife, Sugarface, with so much devotion I almost feel I’m interrupting an intimate moment.

Go see him.