Hey my people,
Cancer taught me to be a joycatcher, and even though it's hard to explain your own joy to anybody else, I keep trying. Because joycatching is helping to keep me here, and I think it could help you too.
This weekend I drove to a memorial service. Yes, it was for a friend who'd died of cancer, although nobody in his right mind would say she lost her battle etc etc. That woman had more fight in her than the Crips, the Bloods, the Marines, and the World Wrestling Federation. I think she just got tired and moved on.
Afterward we found ourselves walking down a sunny street where red leaves danced, ending their journeys in style. We ate Burmese food, our first ever -- new tastes and smells and reasons to celebrate. Life was good. As it always is.