Well I didn’t expect that!

My oncologist summarized my status by shaking his head and in tone, posture and understatement said, “Well, you had a shorter than average remission.”

Eighteen months is short. “Short” doesn’t begin to tell the story. Way too short.

The predatory cancer six months of chemotherapy had spooked into immeasurable levels has reappeared with bluster.

Lori and I had hoped the enlarging lumps and bumps otherwise known as lymph nodes were merely symptomatic of a one-legged immune system fighting off common flus, viruses, everyday plagues and bacterial malevolence. We were wrong.

Yes, we were surprised! I knew my Leukemia could relapse,...