My wife and I were driving back home tonight from buying a dining room table on the other side of town. As we drove through the rainy, dark roads of the Pauoa neighborhood of Honolulu, we both mentioned how spooky the area felt. I’m not normally one to “feel” things like that (she most definitely is), but even I got the chilly willies coming down the winding turns of Pacific Heights Road.
One conversation thread led to another and I’m soon recounting the tale of when I went through my initial surgery for leiomyosarcoma, a very rare form of cancer. After months of previously trying to diagnose why I was having trouble breathing, I soon found myself [Continue reading]